Your Guardian....

[rebel2]

I am your Guardian,
Your Protector,
Your Keeper,
Your Watcher


Swarthy hued feline moved silently over the volcanic ash that covered the lands. Vermillion visionaries swept over the nearly barren landscape. Inky bodice was moved effortlessly across the lands by steady pinions.


I am here to Watch,
To keep you from Harm,
I am here to Guard,
I am here to Protect.

Velveteen kissers parted to let forth a demonotic hiss.

I am Feldspar, Guardian of these lands. Come to me, Rulers of Desque.

Caudal swayed slowly from side to side as the Guardian waited. He would wait as long as needed. Desque was his to protect. His burden. His gift.

It is my greatest Burden,
It is my greatest Gift.
It is my Honour,
It is my Downfall.

(( yes, i used a word list. i am horrible at rp-ing a feline. ))

[stables]

at your whim

Feline stroked of ebon padded in silently to the molten lands of Desque. Padded pedestals stepped lightly on the hardened loam, tongue splashed in pink hanging from her mug, panting quietly in the unusual heat. Chasms entranced in crimson keenly spying the other of her species from afar, wise one knowing his calling be of Feldspar. The other guardian. Her mate, and she was his. Low whimper to flee her probiscus, short, stocky appendages striding towards the nigrescent hued masculine figure. Nares flaring, oxygenerators filtering his scent, soon to be known by heart. Drawing closer, low hiss erupted from her jowles, protruding tail swishing back and forth. True colors were to show, they being dark. Mask fixed into a smirk, ivory dipped object slipping from her labrums. A single fane. A warning? Correct. She would remain loyal to the czar, though whether she would like him remained unknown. Only time would tell. Cerebrum bobbing up and down slowly, occuli shifting through the land, wondering where the rulers reside. And when would they show themselves? Inform the two guardians of what they were in need of? Patience was a virtue, one she fortunately had. Sigh to heave from the ink-like one's cage, waiting in utter wonder. Gaze fixed back on her mate, hardened glare cast upon his broad frame. Petite fem slunk towards him, several hisses to whisp into the atmosphere. Enamels snapped at his pelt, standing by him somewhat reluctantly.

Ess spit out nonchalantly. Greetings, Feldspar. I be Abeo, your guardian mate of Desque. I shall remain loyal, but you still must win over my approval. And that is not an easy task. Stilts bending, locking as they folded beneath her petite frame, bulk lowered to the loam. Waiting. Tiara held aloft, opticals ever watchful for the group of equids to appear amongst the horizon. Glance thrown to the he, yawn to escape her plush. Fore limbs extended, hints of claws showing from her paws. Honers pricked forth, intent on catching any sound of existence other than the subtle duo. If not the ones she came to serve, maybe prey. A feast they could have, welcoming themselves. Snickering lightly at the thought, rosette tongue licking against her kissers at the thought. How good it sounded. The flesh of another, but never her masters. Never her masters. But one had to eat. Though she could wait upon the arrival of the equine species. Patience was a virtue. Harsh tones fled her mug, vocals vibrating as she spoke. Do you have any plans of what we feast upon? My hunger grows with every second that passes. I'm guessing you have an idea. He best have some sort of plan. Or else it would not be a very pretty sight in the terra of Desque. She was known to be violent, even cruel. Her bitter, irritated attitude had gotten the best of her numerous times, and she was not ashamed to admit it. Now they would wait. Wait until order were given. Did Feldspar have what it took? SHe knew she did. Now was testing time.

tending to your every need

[ooc-ewww I'm sorry it's short and bad, I'm museless and it's the first time I've rped anything but a horse =)]

[rebel2]

(( i usually rp horses too, but i used to do wolves and even birds. for a cat this is a first.))

Ebon form bowed to the minx, his dark song seeping from his maw.

I welcome you, Abeo, to Desque.

Twin lobes swivled as alabaster bodice was lowered to the ground. Visage was held high although slightly lower than the jezebel's. Delicate nostrils picked up the faint scent of a passing hare and corpse was raised back upon all four pinions.

I have only been here a few moments, but I pick up the scent of the hare.

The hare was posed on two thin legs, long ears twitching this way and that. Ebon form stole stealthily 'pon the minute beast. At the last second he pounced, lacerating the life of the hare. Delicatly he picked it up between ivory barbs. Sliking back to Abeo he laid the hare in front of her.

The hare, for you my mate. I hope this pleases you.

[stables]

<sup>Invisible brow cocked, pleased smile to place itself on her facade. So, the czar had passed her first test. And how delighted she was. A fresh hare. Nodding her approval, growl of hunger released from vocals as she strode casually towards the animal. Cupped harks pricked forth, ivory enamels apparent as she whole heartedly dug into the feast. Crimson stains appeared on her mug, and when her fill was content, padded pedestals slowly let her trudge away from the animal. Whispering quietly to the masucline mate. Well done, I must say. You may have the rest for yourself. Motioning towards the carcass of the animal, pieces of meat clinging to the bones. Ink-dipped tail thumping softly on the ground, devious glint beholding her chasms. Care for a bit of a romp, Feldspar? She murmured, she had to admit she had taken quite a liking to the mate. Dentals appearing grasping at his pelt before limbs spread out beneath her petite bulk, moving her mass into a full out run. To stretch her legs, perhaps. Paws hit the loam and left it just as quickly, somewhat of a roar erupting from her mug. Striding back, slowing with each step, the nigrescent stroked feline wandered back to a miniscule cove. Pink splashed tongue hung from her whiskered mug, panting slightly as her sketch became heated. Waiting quietly in the cove for Feldspar, yawning, ivories exsposed. Low hiss whisped into the wind from her plush, her darkened side had only left momentarily, for a stroll one might say. In the heat of the moment, maybe. SHe was content in the lands of Desque, though a thought pestered her all the while. Where were there rulers, who they were sent to guard? Where were the ones they were sent for? Keen panther knew all, and had found their names to be Sashe, Eclipse, Hannah, Unwilling Grace, and Ori. Quite a harem. A large band. The guardians would be kept on their toes all the while, busied without a doubt.

Where are the ones we were sent to protect? They seem a bit late; don't you agree? She spat, frown creasing amongst her facade. Though she could, and would, wait. Patience came in to play, something she thankfully had, and Feldspar was here, she had to admit he would make the time go by quicker. Stretching restlessy in the tiny shelter, chasms near slits as they gazed into the distance, towards the horizon. Soon enough, the femine guardian would spy equid frames. She just had to let the time go by. Tick,tock,tick,tock. The clock would work it's ways. Silence grew as a tension, and to rid of such, she spoke
quickly. So, what brings you here? Anything particular about your past? Sigh heaved from her cage, quite content to bathe in the sun's rays, though she held back. Now was not the time for play, but the time for business;for work. Ebon dipped nose filtering the exotic scents of the molten terrain, coal pelt becoming somewhat damp from lather and sweat in the unusual heat. She would have to adjust, but she knew she would in time. Just get settled in, instincts and adaptations would be made. I suppose from here on we wait.



[we can learn together xD</sup>

[rebel2]

<sup>(( no muse, this is a blah post. no fancy words or anything. ))

when will someone come?
save my messed up life
my knight in shining Armour
who can take away my strife


Feldspar moved his inky corpse toward the corpse of the hare. Soon only the blood-stained bones remained. Blood stained the vagabond's maw as he sat back on inky haunches. A run sounds good. Pink tongue lolled out over ivory incisors as Feldspar stretched.


promise me you'll stay with me
please just promise me this
that you will never leave me
and seal it with a kiss


I would not know where they are, but I suppose they will come soon enough. Brute spoke, boredom was taking over. Silence overcame to pair of them as they waited. Their shadowy forms waiting. Come. They must come. They have to come. The thoughts pounded in his head as twin auds moved to pick up the sound of hoof beats.


Take me away, anywhere but here
let me start it all again
fix my life so its no longer blue
especially from when i was ten


Finally the silence was broken by the vocals of Abeo. His past? His history, his beginnings. My past is normal for that of our kind. Their kind. The guardians of the Dark. The protectors of the equids. What did it mean to be a guardian? The answer was unknown to the hellion.


i sigh as i look at the blood
the puddle that surrounds me
i sigh at all the pain i feel
that no one else can see

Silence once again settled 'pon the felines. Feldspar yawned, resting obsidian dial on his paws. And wait we will, until they come. His tones held no emotion as he closed his eyes. Othere senses were sharpened for a moment until Feldspar raised his cranium to listen.

Where is my only Saviour?
as i lie here and wait
either they don't exist
or they are terribly late

its too late now, it's over
i got too cold and frail
but i have learned my lesson
never believe in fairy tales.</sup>

[Sashe]

I hear you coming
I hear you arriving
My mutts choose to defy
Defy my rule
Felines now plastered to my relm
I have heard you arrive

A wreck sat on the side of the highway, crys of pain and suffer to sound. Call me a murderer, call me insane. The lights in red flash, the lights of those who pass. Rubbernecking, a crime that is also? Gawking over the hurt of others, the holidays ruined for the set of four. The break lights flashed, a wave of crimson over the concrete. Horns blaring over the crys, the scream of a siren growing louder through the thick noise. Slicing through the selfish honks, through the scared murmers. The shoulder clearing, the stretcher rolling out of the red cross box of a vehicle. A single red bag sat torn and frayed upon the shoulder, marred with the streaks of black and trash. It watched all, the once marvelious gift now ruined, totalled as the car crashed into the meridian. Watching it all, the rubbernecking, the wails, the anger filled barks. A Holiday surprise, a wreck, a loss. As if all sanity is lost upon the one date, one date in the whole year. Why couldn't the scene just be a mirage? The beige grains sifted benithe the ebon shaded flints of Sashe, the glaring sun refusing to peal the gaze pinned to the pelting of the hessian. As if this was his way of hunting, roasting the kill live. To watch them squirm, a child hovering over an ant hill. Cackeling as the magnifine glass forced the usless insects to keel over, squashing its life in a matter of seconds. Thick coating began to slick down, a coating of sweat forming at the shoulders. Coral excaped the ivory gates, gates seraded like the knife used to carve the Holliday ham. A new year was here, a new begining. Start fresh now, scrub away the thoughts of the lost gift, the totalled dream. The car you always begged for, or always worked for, gone as the last year. Start over, work again, dot cry over the lost gift. Occuli dripped of almond swiveled feverishly over the desolant waves of burnt creme. Pillars moved slowly, the swaying image of greenery drifting into veiw. A mirage or oasis? The sanity to the insane. Nares of ebon stain puffed, brances trying to reach out and grasp the new found scents. No scents of his equus inhabitance was snatched, the scents of feline bearing pinning far off in the distance, murmurs of their own creation coiling around the auds of Sashe. Labriums curled, the twisted visage of the brujo set in stone, unable to be loosend or swayed. call me a murderer, call me insane

Yes I have been revealed
The court room the place
The sentance to be stated
Lets make this breif
A new year to begin
A new era to be cursed

Court may now come to order, the jury settled at her chair, the throne. How could the sentence of one person be made by one fools thoughts, the right to send to the dreaded row, the right to set free. The thick ebon lurched through the vail of emerald stain, glare washed in deluted brandy scorching the already enflamed. The case of ownership. Cords plucked at the haunches. Lets count down now, shift from the trial. The new year is to comeing. 4. 3. 2. 1. The new generation in gear to thrive. Appex lowered, auds lacing foward. Tred curving through the dangleing streams of colorfull party poppers, the vines serving as a walling for the region. A gruff note was released, braces moving the step quicker. Haunches crumpled and tightend, allowing his jolt from the lowly geo, fores curling out of under the heaving form. Fores climbed before the towering ebon mass, a horrid scream of annoyance sounding clearly. Grace had fled, Ori drifting also as it seemed. Were was the damn Eclipse? Preparing a speach? Hannah, make your revealence swift. Sycthes clipped upon the hardend ash shaded grotto settled in the middle of the clearing. Posture swivled dowdards, pacing foward as the thick plush peared the dence black, the two courting felines dripping into view. Jawls lacerated their once welded stance, alabastar baracades gleaming as the metalic rumbles surfaced. I have come to testify against theese false accusations.

Welcome, my dubbance is Sashe, ruler of theese desolent regions. The better half of my clan is absent, submerged in their own games. I am led to belive their arrival is to take place soon.

Short, quiant. A galliant speach unprepared. Dence black cords laced around the scorched peds, teasing the blackend flesh. Harks drew foward, the curled onyx rubbers released from their tight pull, allowed to conceal the alabastar drippings once more. The evidance had not yet been looked over, the statement of the jury undecided. The one accused waiting in utter slience, the silence severed only upon the release f worried murmors. The wreck set upon the shoulder, the red metalic gift watching all. The person carried off in the roaring ambulence, what a gift? Happy new years, happy new years indeed. But have you realized who this jury is? Who is being accused? I am the jury, welcome to my court room.

Douse me in insanity
Charge me with murder
I have returned to a different era
A mirage of insanity
Who will reside
Reside in this oasis

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[rebel2]

<sup>when will someone come?
save my messed up life
my knight in shining Armour
who can take away my strife


promise me you'll stay with me
please just promise me this
that you will never leave me
and seal it with a kiss

A tear rolls down her cheek, as the coffin is lowered into the grave. Under the ground, safe and sound it will lay. Forever. Waiting until the Saviour comes. A tear hits the ground, as the priest begins to speak. Sorry for your loss, sorry for the death. Their empty words mean nothing. A tear rolls down her cheek, as the church bells begin to ring. Darkened form moves with haste, to greet the one he serves. Harks pricked forward, picking up the words spoken by the brute. Jaw is opened to unleash his own song, to greet his master.

Tidings, Sashe. My curse be Feldspar and this be Abeo, my mate.

Words were spoken. Song was sung. Lithe form was lowered to a sitting position. Another tear falls to the ground, and then another and another. An endless fall of tears rolling off her cheeks. He's gone forever. He's lost and won't ever come home. I see you cry, see your tears fall to the ground, I remember you. You stumbled and only I was there to catch you. You fell. Shattered. Broken. Dead. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. Believe me. Believe me. I'm sorry for your loss.

Where is my only Saviour?
as i lie here and wait
either they don't exist
or they are terribly late

its too late now, it's over
i got too cold and frail
but i have learned my lesson
never believe in fairy tales.</sup>

[hannah]

Appearance of the others of which the she had not encountered once before was blurred as the pair scattered from the crisp state of view though the Essa did not struggle to find so. Casual sway of mold was flexed in the direction opposing the way to the creatures. None of which she had seen,scented, or spoken to.Of what was the reason to roam upon the hollowed land of which they stayed to though never to venture off? Foolish they were in search of reward ,if that is what they sought, but perhaps the two were summoned or forced in such a way and not to dwell with the masked knowledge of reign? Of course the minx was to be titled late of her entrance by none other than Sashe ,a dog he had begun to prove, though the tarry of existence itself was of no rush as it was wasted on mortals with the haunted outline they had claimed from no time to start and no time to end. All a simple task but it was but all the more to dread. Essence of the forms steadied as the whiff grew with the slightest nudge of strength as slowly the bundle drew near. A feline I presume from tales from the past and not to be sought for they are not of the eased temper sort as it was told. They are to be welcomed by others but I am not of the kind for all lies spoken will fall. Flare of vents was released in the hatred of their scent but to be dealt with for they could not be shunned but life would tell them somehow of their disapproval by others or was it shrew alone? She had skipped the reason of their coming vanished from the minds of all others as no word of their arrival had been messaged so why were they cosseted? Smug craving slipped from the hidden grasp of the minx but kept within the shadow would preferably not be seen.

You come with the approval of most but those of no importance shall not be heard

For I shall not speak as an impact will will only be forgotten

But aren't I too and others claimed as shadowed

Susurrus given off from the shuffle with the effect of the escaping rustle was silented as the motion was hushed for she wished to be unnoticed to view the group perhaps with pity. But none could know the secret as it could not be proven however they tried but she could wish of any contact to vanish if there would be any to come. The monarch skimmed the area of the wavering group in whisked procedure to a place of more protection from a sighting of the dove. They were not feared of course only disliked by the fea and wasted to put in a shattered interest. Globes searched for the presence of other quid- all familiar yet not concluded to her vision in their first attempt of greetings.They parted in the presence of two. The first a bitch of an unknown call but the sequeling one of a well recognized trail. The brute Sashe , of course. Threads guarded the pair of hark ,not in disappointment but in an acknowledgment, as they scurried to the tangled bunch in the closed scent of the brujo as she had move farther from him.The doe of lucid brush halted with the aggression of the evergreen to be persistent in her trace of movement to come to a stop as the foliage grew thick within the realm.The feline pair were awaiting their entrance, were they not?

Ah, yes. You await all. But what is your meaning as I have yet to see the purpose.

OOC: agh I'm, being thrown off--to study. but I guess I'm done so yeah. bad

[positive]

Pillars slashed at the ground in anger. Harks flickered back as the vixen started forth. her brandy coat glimmered as a new year set upon them. her, one year older. Her aged body was slower than her prime, but not much. She wasn't past prime by far. She turned and spotted her Lord Sashe. She snorted, the mare, Ori cursed bitch. She looked at the cat's with hatred. What and who were they?

The war flag, painted ebony in color flicked over her brown frame. She sneezed and squealed loudly to her Lord. She waited and stood still.

||Gawd...crappy posteh! ><||

[rebel2]

<sup>Seekers watched the brujas, the one hid in the shadows while the other came to the side of Sashe. Hatred was shown in the eyes of this ess, a deep an loathing hatred for the felines. This was slightly disturbing to Feldspar, for if the herd did not trust him then he could not do what he was put here for. To guard, to protect, to watch.

Greetings, ess, I am Feldspar. Your guardian.</sup>

[Sashe]

[damnit where is Eclipse, we are waiting on her post.]

[Eclipse]

(ooc: I was sick twice, i am working on an RPG< and i have been double riding horses, and lot o' homework, im posting now, sry for the inactivity.)

[Sashe]

[its fine, not a big deal]

[Eclipse]

Optics glazed as the arabic based femmine entered the lands. She knew tardyness was on her account, but they waited, no? Glare cast 'poun the felines before 'er. Aye, two be here, hmm. tell had been cast of Feline likes making way into the lands, these two must be here to watch over these lands, no? Peds Latched to the lands as her gaze cast ore' the others. Ah, so one had failed to show, or had she disappeared as that foolish nag had 'while back? They would see indeed. Looking to the others she nodded to Ori and hannah. they had come, she knew they were faster, and so was their lord. But choosing timeing was on their scale alone. A true darkling kept them waiting, but they were here, and without lashing from Sashe, but she would not accept any of it from him. She had a dark cast amoung her features, a devilish glaze n her pools. harks plastered to her delicate pool in a neautral pose. Looking at the cats again, she knew they were right for this job. Looking them over once more, she noted they be strong and of oposite genders. A Guardian and it's mate. ha, so they came together. Simple indeed. Mug gaped as she spoke, her words monotoned but glaze with an ice way like normal speach she owned.

Aye, so i see we have two obsidian felines here. Abeo and Feldspar. I be queen of the lands, Eclipse. i see you have met the others, im sorry for my tardiness. anywho, i see you will be our guardians, watch over our lands. i see that you will do a good job, no doubt.

A Coldness met her lyrics at the last parchment. mug closed, looking from one feline to the next, then to the femms and the lord. While she had been alone, memories had swirled, making her remember her past, and darkend her more. However, she showed this not to no one, yet. Acting just as any normal time, she greeted new members the way she had before, only, she knew these felines were of carnivorus ways, and two against one, panther to equine, was slim chance one would escape with one's life. Visage held domiantlyas she stared over her heard, waiting for angered tones to come to her, but mind them she would not.

(no muse, sry)

[hannah]

OOC:: so..uh-do i need to post now or one of the gaurdians ?