Post by taintedlove on Dec 27, 2005 10:57:32 GMT -5
Kate never smiles,
She wears torn, soaked dresses.
I've been seen walking around,
While she secretly obsesses.
The sun had escaped the cage that the clouds had cast upon it. The darkening sky vanished as if someone had cast a spell upon it and threatened it with a good time. Mountains came within views, the had been hidden behind the thick fog that layed over the lithophere. The peaks nearly peircing the sky as they towered over the land. Trees masaged the perimiters, allowing all types of animals to hide within, anything within their maze could produce danger to an equuis or any other smaller mammal. Through out the land of Grey all equuis took the chances of being attacked, beat, and broken, yet, most preditors didn't come out, they stood shadowed and quietly watching. Ganymede had been cornered once by three wolves, it was the time he came from the battle feild of his old land. He had won, but his wounds were worse off then they looked. A badley sprained fore seeped blood, making him limp from the tragic event, deep cut ran along side his facade and many bruises and abrasions filed around his carriage. He was headed towards his home, upon the opening of the valley that led down between two mountains, one wolf stopped him, two came from behind him. If it wasn't enough that he had just came from a battle, now he had a fight between life and death. That night he had gained a few more cuts and teeth marks upon him, yet he walked away, leaving two wolves to run and hide and leaving another dead upon the ground back where they had attacked him. There the body would rot away and become the soil he walked upon.
Visage remained on the land before him, Ganymede pushed forwards making his fores move at a steady pace. Zeniths locked back upon his twin hued figure, crania released its hold upon juggular, letting it bob up and down at free will. Pelt was now dry as the sun beat down, warming him, glisening, making his colors show more profoundly. Narretts filled with carbon, trailing it deep within his chambers before releasing it back into the air around him. Nails dug into the soft turf below him as pace quickened, bringing himself to a steady two beat rythm. It had been awhile since had had let himself go wild. The plains before him grew short, allowing the trees to come closer within his path. Bulk twisted propelling himself to squeeze past the line of trees and pushing him back into the direction he had just come from. Feathers strayed from their resting spot and flew around each of his talons. Locks of ebon and ivy was locked back behind pate as the wind surged through them, only ocassionally did they slap down upon his patched nape.
She can't follow mannequins,
Or dream of dreams.
How had I made her mad?
It has nothing as it seems.
The summer heat unduced the time when sweat would build upon pelt. Beads of sweat trickled down his painted canvase, through his locks and down his facade, nearly missing his pools. Ganymede did not slow. Noone had come within his distance, no thoughts ran through his mind of meeting anyone, right now he was fullfilling his needs to run and blow off some steam. Fores boxed with the land below him, each time they connected a force from within him pushed down even harder, making deep indentions within the ground, making his presents known. Nairs wide brining in the carbon around him, fullfilling the chambers within his body with the nessessary antidote to keep him alive. A few bucks where placed here and there, letting off the rest of his bottled away steam. It had been a long time since he had done this. It felt good to have the wind hit the sweat upon his back, cooling himself off. Figure slowed steadily, brining himself to a quick paced walk, showing off his Gypsy Vanner linage. Fores lifted up off the ground, releasing adrenialin as each for took their blow to the ground. Optics released their hold upon the scenery and replaced themselves upon the path before him. The mountains were coming closer and yet again so where the trees. Slowing his pace once again, Ganymede pushed through the baracade of the trees, weaving in & out of them. The surface of the land started at soil, but coming closer to the mountains it became a rocky foundation.
Kate seems unpassable.
She seems to be unreal,
I'm growing more lonely.
Red after real.
Ganymede slowly moved himself up the steep incline, pushing himself beyond his limits, but the strain upon his fores and the sweat more profoundly upon his pelt made a satisfied feeling run through his carraige. Mind buzzed at this point, never had Ganymede shown another land, or any others who could be watching, what his spirit needed. He had never flounced around like he just had. Visage just shook it off and the steep incline became more steady and flat. Coming upon the ridge of the mountain top, Ganymede looked down and watched the land before him. Off in the distance he could see a few equuis roaming around, he guessed that this was there home. Ganymede could live here, but he couldn't because he was not the lord of the land. He could not live upon a land without being the leader. This could be his home away from home though. His plans where to get to know the lord and lady, fullfill his duties that they have made for them. Narretts breathed in a scent that was unreconisable. Turning his figure around Ganymede made his way back down the sloping mountain side. This time it was less time consuming. Though he took it steady for his massive pistons could easily slip and slide, yet most of the time he let himself slide down a few feet. Once at the bottom fores danced, then surged forward. Once again Ganymede had energy to throw himself upon the ground, dig in and fly off of it.
Don't bring a compass,
Let's go ahead and get lost,
We'll sit next to gires,
While our souls begin to frost.
Coming into the clearing Ganymede stood once again, awaiting the scent to get stronger. Which it did. Sounds came to his peaks as the figure his nairs were tracking, laughed into the lithophere, which struck his auds. Visage looked around, once spotting the femin that had come upon him, smirk replaced modest look upon his mug. Optics brought in the features of the fae. Her lines were of course arabian.
"Well this must be the Manic Panic I hear about? I guess I should thank you for your information, but im not a thank you kinda being...what brings you here?"
Kate thinks she's in pargatory,
I think it's all a joke.
Let her take the river down,
I just hope she floats.
She wears torn, soaked dresses.
I've been seen walking around,
While she secretly obsesses.
The sun had escaped the cage that the clouds had cast upon it. The darkening sky vanished as if someone had cast a spell upon it and threatened it with a good time. Mountains came within views, the had been hidden behind the thick fog that layed over the lithophere. The peaks nearly peircing the sky as they towered over the land. Trees masaged the perimiters, allowing all types of animals to hide within, anything within their maze could produce danger to an equuis or any other smaller mammal. Through out the land of Grey all equuis took the chances of being attacked, beat, and broken, yet, most preditors didn't come out, they stood shadowed and quietly watching. Ganymede had been cornered once by three wolves, it was the time he came from the battle feild of his old land. He had won, but his wounds were worse off then they looked. A badley sprained fore seeped blood, making him limp from the tragic event, deep cut ran along side his facade and many bruises and abrasions filed around his carriage. He was headed towards his home, upon the opening of the valley that led down between two mountains, one wolf stopped him, two came from behind him. If it wasn't enough that he had just came from a battle, now he had a fight between life and death. That night he had gained a few more cuts and teeth marks upon him, yet he walked away, leaving two wolves to run and hide and leaving another dead upon the ground back where they had attacked him. There the body would rot away and become the soil he walked upon.
Visage remained on the land before him, Ganymede pushed forwards making his fores move at a steady pace. Zeniths locked back upon his twin hued figure, crania released its hold upon juggular, letting it bob up and down at free will. Pelt was now dry as the sun beat down, warming him, glisening, making his colors show more profoundly. Narretts filled with carbon, trailing it deep within his chambers before releasing it back into the air around him. Nails dug into the soft turf below him as pace quickened, bringing himself to a steady two beat rythm. It had been awhile since had had let himself go wild. The plains before him grew short, allowing the trees to come closer within his path. Bulk twisted propelling himself to squeeze past the line of trees and pushing him back into the direction he had just come from. Feathers strayed from their resting spot and flew around each of his talons. Locks of ebon and ivy was locked back behind pate as the wind surged through them, only ocassionally did they slap down upon his patched nape.
She can't follow mannequins,
Or dream of dreams.
How had I made her mad?
It has nothing as it seems.
The summer heat unduced the time when sweat would build upon pelt. Beads of sweat trickled down his painted canvase, through his locks and down his facade, nearly missing his pools. Ganymede did not slow. Noone had come within his distance, no thoughts ran through his mind of meeting anyone, right now he was fullfilling his needs to run and blow off some steam. Fores boxed with the land below him, each time they connected a force from within him pushed down even harder, making deep indentions within the ground, making his presents known. Nairs wide brining in the carbon around him, fullfilling the chambers within his body with the nessessary antidote to keep him alive. A few bucks where placed here and there, letting off the rest of his bottled away steam. It had been a long time since he had done this. It felt good to have the wind hit the sweat upon his back, cooling himself off. Figure slowed steadily, brining himself to a quick paced walk, showing off his Gypsy Vanner linage. Fores lifted up off the ground, releasing adrenialin as each for took their blow to the ground. Optics released their hold upon the scenery and replaced themselves upon the path before him. The mountains were coming closer and yet again so where the trees. Slowing his pace once again, Ganymede pushed through the baracade of the trees, weaving in & out of them. The surface of the land started at soil, but coming closer to the mountains it became a rocky foundation.
Kate seems unpassable.
She seems to be unreal,
I'm growing more lonely.
Red after real.
Ganymede slowly moved himself up the steep incline, pushing himself beyond his limits, but the strain upon his fores and the sweat more profoundly upon his pelt made a satisfied feeling run through his carraige. Mind buzzed at this point, never had Ganymede shown another land, or any others who could be watching, what his spirit needed. He had never flounced around like he just had. Visage just shook it off and the steep incline became more steady and flat. Coming upon the ridge of the mountain top, Ganymede looked down and watched the land before him. Off in the distance he could see a few equuis roaming around, he guessed that this was there home. Ganymede could live here, but he couldn't because he was not the lord of the land. He could not live upon a land without being the leader. This could be his home away from home though. His plans where to get to know the lord and lady, fullfill his duties that they have made for them. Narretts breathed in a scent that was unreconisable. Turning his figure around Ganymede made his way back down the sloping mountain side. This time it was less time consuming. Though he took it steady for his massive pistons could easily slip and slide, yet most of the time he let himself slide down a few feet. Once at the bottom fores danced, then surged forward. Once again Ganymede had energy to throw himself upon the ground, dig in and fly off of it.
Don't bring a compass,
Let's go ahead and get lost,
We'll sit next to gires,
While our souls begin to frost.
Coming into the clearing Ganymede stood once again, awaiting the scent to get stronger. Which it did. Sounds came to his peaks as the figure his nairs were tracking, laughed into the lithophere, which struck his auds. Visage looked around, once spotting the femin that had come upon him, smirk replaced modest look upon his mug. Optics brought in the features of the fae. Her lines were of course arabian.
"Well this must be the Manic Panic I hear about? I guess I should thank you for your information, but im not a thank you kinda being...what brings you here?"
Kate thinks she's in pargatory,
I think it's all a joke.
Let her take the river down,
I just hope she floats.