Spring {fever}

[Lacoon]

<sub><sup>I feel these four walls closing in,
Face up against,
I'm looking' out.
Is this my life I'm wondering,
it happened so fast,
How do i turn this thing around?


Hastily a brawny figure moved along the horizon. Ebony locks disturbed by the soft winds, he wandered aimlessly threw the lands of Lemorsea. He held a presence, however, of a different kind. Though he held dark feel, he held something beyond that, as if immortal. This was actually true. lacoon, as he had been called, was one of three immortal guardians and rulers of these lands. Flints lifted and fell, harks moving atop his chiseled poll. Pistons rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern, and it held much dominance and superiority to the others here. Lacoon was the only patron among the guardians, sent from far off lands, he was a mysterious fellow who was no one to cross paths with. His gaze held a devious shadow, one that could not be so easily trusted by any new fellow. Wandering without a cause, some would say.. If they could make it close enough to the cloaked figure to get a well detailed look. Indeed, Lacoon wasn't the most welcoming fellow, nor the kindest of the crop. He was, however a decent leader and a strong, noble fighter. Few dared oppose him, and he would never quite take on a fem, no matter how rebellious they may have been. Inside, he was stone hearted, but softer if you could become his Allie. Most, however, had judged him on looks alone. Saying he could not be trusted, and was not worthy of their trust within him. This made him grow weary and less accepting of new comers. Now, he must. For he was a ruler, a leader, and that was one of his duties as a guardian of Lemorsea. These lands, in his eyes, were much better than his homelands. The figure moved with ease and without haste over the horizon, the sky behind him turning a luxurious mango and salmon hue. As the sun lowered behind the mountains in the far backdrop, the figure began to grow darker and less detailed. He seemed to be heading somewhere, more than likely toward the lands of immortality. Xeneth.


Finally, the patron reached his actual destination. Mahogany hued canvas growing darker as the last rays eclipsed with the rising moon. Slowly the heavens turned into a darkened aqua plaster. Minuscule tawny lights shimmered high above, some forming shapes that all equine lands named differently, just like any other race in the world itself. Lacoon's gazers looked about his surroundings. He seemed to be searching for something, but what? Ebony nacres flared, searching for scents. More than likely of his own kind, and any trespassers. The scent of one rose. The one of a fem, a dark one as himself. But also an immortal. This description fit Eris. She was a dark, and hate-filled minx. Not the easiest one to charm from the bunch by far. She would suit Lacoon well if he panned things out just right. But he would have to be careful about what he said, and when he said it. They could be perfect for each other... but it all depended on his first impression upon her. Lappets swiveled atop the stud's poll as he listened intently for any sonic waves from clattering hooves upon the earthen floor. Little came to him, all but the cracking of branches in the woods below him, down the steep inclining ridge. If he went down there, he would have to get back up there, which would take a long while. Shaking his velvet, he refused to let himself go down the slope. It was dangerous and a one way ticket. There was no way in hell he would make it up something that inclined and with the ledge sticking out from it. Fore-flints lashed the atmosphere around his structure. A shrill vocal emitting itself into the cool spring air as he headed off along the ridge's edge. He was on a mission to find these other immortal guardians whom he ruled beside. For they were ruling together, not on their own.


Slowly, the masculine brute made his way threw Xenethe. Curiosity spreading threw-out his entire being. Lacoon's features seem to become less darkened, less filled with hatred. He was more of a rebellious type, neutral, rather than one extreme or the other. He had his good days, his bad days, just like any equine really. Every now and then, they would feel extremely happy, gleeful, slightly happier than most. Other days, they would kill you if you even so much said a simple hello. It all depended on the events that day. Or how they felt themselves. The bronc's rusette canvas was now dark as the northern sky, slightly off hue to his ebony stilts that held a navy hue as well. It was a crisp, clear night. In the far off distance, and owl sung, the frogs singing in joy for the cold winter had come to an end. Spring was finally here. Spring fever filled most young colts and fillies. Romping and playing in the tall grasses and tulips. Running along the ocean shore, splashing about in the ocean that surrounded Lemorsea. Lemorsea was an island.... a very large island at that. His reflection showed in the lake that he now ran along side. His reflection skewed in multiple ways. The water rippled as the soft wind caught it. The moon, too, held its reflection within the aqua tonight. This night seemed.... strange the Lacoon. as if something was, well, too perfect. Perhaps some good fortune would meet Lacoon on this glorious night. Or perhaps this glorious night would distract him from mayhem and destruction. It appeared that this situation was up in the air, able to go either way. Time would surely show Lacoon what was instore for him tonight. For now, he must find his other immortal race. He had been told nothing about them, and wanted to find them, and learn something about them. Become their allies, learn how to make Lemorsea the best land in the world. But that could not happen without team work. and right now, he was out in the cold, for he had never even laid eyes upon these two fems. He hoped them to be half way decent, nothing to extreme in one measure or the other. His appearance showed he was knowing that time was of the essence. Knowing that only time could drift them to him, he waited beside the pond. Under a blossoming apple tree. Rest was needed for this brute. And hopefully he would find them sometime in the morning.


Is this the bed i chose to make,
its greener pastures I'm thinking about,
wide open spaces far away,
All i want is the wind in my hair,
to face these fear but not feel scared.</sup></sub>

[e r i s]

If only you
k n e w
what I
f e e l

Endless voids of piercing onyx chromos endlessly checked and re-checked the surroundings for danger, or sight of her past. She had run with her sister, Sequin, her long lost sister who was second born, but oddly wasn't the outcast of the family. Together they grew in opposing lands that had been in conflict for years on end. It was like Romeo and Juliet without the love part, more like Juliet and Juliet... Slight vocalization was given as she lapsed out from the reverie that had consumed her thoughts. She kept telling herself, must stay alert, must not think. Harli twitched restlessly about, picking up each chirp of the cricket of the approaching night. Mesh of various tangerines, deep sea blues, the slim wisps of clouds, just an array of colors, carefully layered atop each other, making the world seem so beautiful. It was far from beautiful, masked in colors and warmth. Lemorsea was full of beautiful areas and amazing beaches, excess of foliage and crisp waters, a heaven one would think, but heaven was a world away. There were secrets hidden under the pretty flowers and happy-go-lucky residents. The founders of the land had many issues of their own, though never would they show weakness, a leader could never show weakness. Eris was a very proud dame, always holding her head up high and braving through the toughest of challenges, even if she was scared to death. She needed to be tough for Sequin, for Lemorsea, and most importantly, herself...

Thoughts settled enough to decide that she should explore the lands that she would be living within for eternity. Kissers flapped randomly to serve for entertainment Finally she forced herself to move forward to wards the lake for a moonlight walk along the water. Slight chuckle of amusement, following thoughts asking 'and I suppose you'll find your knight in shining armor.' Little did the youthful dove know that she may just meet the patron of her dreams, though she wouldn't have known if it bit her in the ankle. Slow pace was caught, the wind on her back, drifting toward the lake, masking the scent of her fellow leader. She had heard of him, Lacoon she was told. It was a peculiar name, one she had never heard of, though Eris wasn't the most common of names, either. Boa arched, harli flinging foward as she swore the thundering of hoofbeats echoed in the distance. Could it be Sequin? Was it the mysterious Lacoon that she had heard nothing of? Time would only tell as she searched further for the mystery equine, if ony the winds would shift.

Shifting winds was the perfect description for her attitudes, born a Gemini, she was extremely two faced, though neither were the happiest, brightest. she was either very formal or very cold and concealed. Never was she frightened, nor quiet, a bold maiden indeed, though not over the top. She was nearly the opposite of her sister who had grown in a life of luxury and never facing the greif of loss or having to change from family to family. She wished she could meet her sire and dam, just once, to see what they were like. She was told they were bold, courageous leaders, fair and noble in their rulings. Ciro and Odysseus she had heard their names were. She had never gotten a name from them, for some reason they had decided to keep Sequin, and she was first born... Dial shook, finally subsiding with 'lifes a bitch' and moving on.with life, though she could not help but feel envious of her younger sister. Flints moved now in a cadenced .manner, pace never faltering the entire way. Eris could be described as a reserved mare, taking each aspect of a situation into concideration before acting. Curiosity was her nature, though she was never too bold as to look further at something that may hold danger.

Finally she had arrived at the lake, large figure silhouetted about a hundred yards away. It was of a masculine structure, and she assumed it was Lacoon. Timid vocal was sent to see if she could catch his attention. He seemed not to notice as she advanced towards him, silent steps bringing her foward now. She could tell he was of similar lineage, though he was over a hand taller than her. Soft, yet cold vocals called to him, making her way to his side. "Lacoon I assume. Were her emotionless words, glancing away from him for the sight of another being. "I see you've found Xenthe." Silence filled the perimeter around them, bodies close, though she stood beside him merely as a tease. She may as well have been across the entire island of him for all she cared. Heat radiated from him, and she assumed from her the same. The night was still cold, equal to the weather of mid fall. She shook with a chill as voids ventured to him again, stepping foward, sleek hide sliding across his in a mere tease, whisking her plume in his face before spinning in a quick, agile turn and faced him, brows raising as she awaited his responce.

The mystery would be
g o n e
and you would see
the real
m e

[Sequin]

Here is my tale
and heart to follow


slick leggings began to churn, the bleach bath rolling along the lime hills. Her heart sank, guilt whipping the frail heart of the nymph. Hal. Little Hal. She was gone. To a place she did not know, she didn't even see it happen. Two stags. Drift and Illusion. She had picked, but the fae had her own plan, a plan B. Oh where oh where has the little one gone. Nares began to quiver, fresh scents climbing through the delicate passages, seeking refuge in the hidden corridors. The scents scrubbed away so viciously as the sudden downpour had begun. The evidence had been tampered with indeed. Spring now fondled with the alabaster tresses of the broken minx, an attempt to soothe all that was wrong and unnecessary. Her pace began to pick up, the high steps of the delicate leggings moving a knotch more rapidly. The fresh scent of nearby water urged her foward, and the scent of another. The one little Hal had chosen, sequen had formed a small crush. Feeling as a love struck filly once again, and this feeling she found to l o v e. The rgiht leggings suddenly found itself submerged in the clear liquid, the cool droplets of aqua spraying across the chest of the moving dame. The left soon followed, the waters dancing around the leggings, ripples made in smoothe motions. Hinds became darker as the flesh became saturated with the new f ound substance. Tresses floated upon the surfaced, flecks of sand and dirst scrubbed away. The purest of alabastar revealed, not a single tone allowed to escape the maw of her own creation. Silence. Auds began to flicker, nares trembeling. A lapse in time, occuli shaded by the drawn curtians. Little Hal...

"Hal my dear, come on." She spoke softly. "But I want to go with Drift now! Where are we going?" Hal replied in a sort of whine. The little palomino did not budge, charred almond occuli staring sequen down as if that alone would change her mind. "Hal, we will see Drift again another time. Do you really want to make a life decision as this with only two options? We are going to see an old friend of mine, come.." The look upon Hals facet was enaugh to rip ones heart out in that very moment. Without a seconds notice the Palomino darted away, running as far away as she could. Nares began to flare harshly, the rapid movement requiring far more oxygen. sequen immediatly followed, lengthy leggings carrying her farther, faster than she could ever imagine. A high pitched squeal sounded, fores locked, sequen stopped abruptly. A sudden drop, she felt her leggings buckel. To the earth she fell, guilt stricken. Hal..

A breath of wind eased Sequen back to reality, reascuing her from her dreamland, nightmares. The waters had become calm, the idle form allowing this to occur. The right coolum was lighted slowly, only a slight disturbance. Dirt from the bottom began to sift again, the clear overcome by the murky muck. The rise and fall carried her from the liquid, a trail of wetness following. Plumage kissed the loam gently as the where immideatly regected by the hinds. A servants heart was what she was left with, desirable, different. She urned for Hal, mourned. But was Hal the true item of mourn? Or was it the feeling of responsibility, motherhood. Hardly seen four summers, how could she wish for this? She did not know, but the urn was most definatly there. The relentless pound began to turn the hardend dirt surrounding the tank to sand, lower appendeges becoming stained with the red hues. A snort sounded, lappets rounding to a flattened position. Tips of the sugar coated tresses also possesed the shade. Annoyance. "Why do I even bother?" She felt like a child again, messy. How could one find her desirable in this state? Her emotions where all out of control, she did not understand why. As the rains ended, the new feelings came. Never before had she expirienced this spring time gain. Lacking, thats what she felt. This was what happened when one grows without a mother figure, this is what happens...

Collums began to unfold from benith the moon washed dove, a second wind found. Hinds propelled her foward, fores gripping the loam was she climbed foward. Dodging the many rocky patches in the sparce grass region. A single drop of rain touched the nape of Sequen, following with two and then three. The scent was fading, she moved faster. Suddenly she stopped short of the great gap, a large canyon. With the last very drops of strength she had the dial slowly reached outwards, a signature arch formed as a frightened stare down the canyons edge was stolen. A deep breath was echailed. No Hal. The question of death was begining to leave her mind. But what if she had meirly kept moving for a few more feet? What if...no. She had to be alive. Perhaps finding another...more suitable fae to call mother. With a deep sence of loss she slowly turned, dial dropping in shame. It was her fault. Her doing. If only she had done was little hal had requested. For a split second notes where spilt, falling to the loam as dead fruit to the rolling hills. To be forever forgotten. "One day, I vowe, I will find Halyen."

She was nearing the outskirts of Xenthe, the strong scents of others immideatly attacking the frail corradores of Jiizabelle. Forcing the leavence of the fresh and desired, overloaded with the many scents of each reside. She became uneasy, uneasy about entering this new life. They where near, Her pace slowled, slow and collected. The ghostly boa withdrew, velvets kissing the diaphram as the graceful gate was indeed contained. A hot breath removed the idle stance of the tresses, fine yet thick mesh of threads preforming an intriquet dance with one another. She paused, rethinking her desire to enter. "Go on..enter your new life." She thought to herself. Moving once more she entered the borders of Xenthe. An array of beaty soon found its way to the pools of lady Sequen, emense selection fo colors causign such a distraction to the fae. Her treck picked up again. The greenery grew thicker, her path harder to find and follow. She felt as if he was near, but she di dnot know. Another pool of water beckoned the dove, her heart lifting. The first step, cool and refreshing. An escape from the relentless heat and everpresent glare of the sun. The red dirt released its grip upon the bleachen hues of Sequen, tresses now free of all grunge. Light beige flints pounded softly at the pools bottom, the minx waiding barrel deep in the cool substance. She soon slipped away into her dream world once more, her dreams of the future unfolding. What will become of her, this new life.

[Lacoon]

I promise i will try getting one up. Probabley not before sunday. Big things tommarrow. Banquet/ hair getting did (lol) so, ya. i lost my internet for 2-3 days which sucked. I would have posted sooner. My muse is like.... DEAD and such. so.... ya. lol.
<3 Bay