Post by Fiction on Nov 12, 2006 1:44:00 GMT -5
Now comes the night
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains
----
Moonlight encased the duo as they departed from the claiming grounds, light reaching tenderly through the boughs of trees of the terrain to grace their coats with illumination. Winter had surrounded them now, locked away in the bare trees that awaited cold's fury, hidden in the clouds that threatened lazily in the distance. The wind whispered of coming snow, breathing gently in Fiction's aud with teasing elegance only to dance away again in a whirl of fervent laughter. Even despite the clouds that loomed dreamily in the distance and the arctic winds that stirred eagerly with excitement about their striding hooves, the sky above was clear and sparkling with the night lights of the universe. The stars glimmered and winked above, the dust of angels swirling in different designs that lay like pleasant guardians sprawled across the sky. The moon prevailed over the darkness, resting her quiet eye on her two children as they moved side by side, brushing against one another continually when their movements deigned to bring them close. For Fiction, each touch was like a gift, a spark of electricity that filled him with a certain heat that defied the cold weather and told him that his love remained beside him and was not just some figment that was soon to dissapear. Sometimes he found himself questioning if this was real or not just some section stolen from an unrealistic fairytale, but then Melody's coat would brush his and he would be reassured that she was no simple dream, but wondrous reality. He felt happier than he had felt in the longest of time, eased, even if only momentarily, of the burden of failure that seemed determined to destroy him. His body swelled with an almost giddy sensation, sweeping him along in a torrent of emotions that had him nearly quaking with intensity. Occasionally he would cast his dark umber optics in Melody's direction, what can only be described as love caught there in the intricate depths of his eyes and illumed by the moon's touch. For the most part, he managed to simply feel her presence beside him, reveling in the warmth that emanated from her body, watching her calmly from the corner of his eye. All thoughts of the morrow were erased from his mind, his attention solely belonging to her for these moments of pure, blissful peace. He felt so wonderfully complete and content in this world as he moved steadily beneath the canvas of stars that stretched above, even if this should only last until the sun's yawning head should rise. Hopefully this connection would last much longer. Hopefully it would last forever, but one can only permit slim optimism in such matters once life has dashed hope as many times as it had dashed Fiction's. Still, even when the walls of support had crumbled, leaving him exposed to the arrows of pain that had come once life spiraled downwards, hope had remained. If hope could exist then, perhaps it could most certainly thrive now with such an ethereal partner, more real to him than the stars in the sky and most assuredly more beautiful by far, moving beside him.
The pair twined throughout the land, moving as effortlessly as spirits over the wooded pathways that led most surely to the realms of their home. They slipped over the earth together, like a single entity bound for a dream, their pelts painted in the milky moonlight and dappled with the piercing shine of stars. Time slid slowly forward with a subtle calm, infinite in its passing so that Fiction was numb to the fact that each repeated hoofbeat was sending him forward into the future. He was riant in the present, wrapped tightly within its intricate pattern so that he was blind to all else and happily so. He breathed here and now, only of the night air, breath escaping from distended nares in clouds of smoke that billowed only to fade away into the atmosphere. The nocturnal scents flooded his senses along with those of Melody, hinting of the sea ahead and filling him with the knowledge that he was approaching home. His step became lighter, each hoof lifted as if by some preternatural force. A wind rose around him, swirling pleasantly about his legs and raising with gentle fingers the curls of his forelock that fell to mask his eyes, displaying the large whorl that lay squarely in the center of his broad forehead. He shook his neck as a feeling of bliss overwhelmed him, lifting him nearly into the clouds so that he felt as if he paced on dreams rather than on this dirt trail he currently trod. His pace picked up and he swiveled around so that he nearly faced Melody in front of her, shaking his head and prancing all the while with boyish and uncouth countenance. He didn't care... he felt as if he might as well be flying. Appendages lashed out in show at an invisible foe as he danced in Spanish form, the proud arch in his neck always prevalent as he swayed to the silent tune around him. His stilts paraded in the movements of what humans might label passage, trotting nearly sideways with great impulsion only to pause and swivel around on his haunches so that he faced the opposite direction. He swung his neck so that visage faced Melody, eyes shining brightly with coltish sheen. He moved towards her with gentle stride, extending his maw when in reach to touch her shoulder and run his kissers along her neck. Hot breath slipped past his enamels to kiss her skin as the velvet of his lips grazed her side until his maw came to rest by her ear. "Melody." The whispered power of her name was spoken with a sort of quivering intensity, breathed with both ferocity and gentleness, brought forth from the depths from which emotion is derived and emerging from his vocals in the manner of husky lyrics. He permitted the name to linger, to drift into the air so that it was caught and carried with utmost care by the wind, allowing the power of his voice to fill the surrounding grove in which they now stood. There was so much that could not be spoken or defined in the voicing of her name, lost in its depths as the word rolled effortlessly from his tongue. He could not tell her the depth of his emotions, no, but he hoped that he might show her even a glimpse of the heaven he felt. "I love you." Ah, how long had it been since those words had been formed by his cautious lips? So quickly he had again fallen into this pit of emotions, swallowed whole so that he was lost in the tangled web of love. Melody... so beautiful, so wonderful, he could not place her with mere words; for to these depths, words could not travel, only be glimpsed and touched upon by the heart that throbs within. When he said he loved her, he placed every ounce of the strength of his emotion in his words, heart straining for her touch, eyes staring deep into her aqua optics, hoping all the while that she might gaze there and see his true feelings that blazed within. When he said he loved someone, he never, ever teased. Those words - sounded so softly from his lips with underlying strength churning beneath - were spoken with the involvement of every fiber of his being that was found capable of loving and perhaps more, reaching for the impossible. When he loved, it was never weak and always true. Whether the receiver returned what he offered or not... well, that was a different matter entirely.
He pushed his plush into her side once more with an accompanying sigh of contentment, butting head against her side in tender affection. After an endless moment had slipped beneath the waves of time, he retracted his form, continuing to face her, glancing back at her with the returning boyish attitude that now had an underlying seriousness that gave gravity to the situation. "Come, Melody. Let's fly." The ghost of a smile teased his lips as he gazed at her with eager love, energy racing through his body with impatience to explode in a flurry of striding hooves. He turned with her by his side, legs suddenly breaking out to reach forward in an attempt to swallow the ground, hooves striking ground with increasing frequency as speed was gained. Breath came out in heated gasps, releasing dragon's expiration of curling smoke with each exhalation of air from his depressed lungs. They galloped together as one, stilts slipping forever forward on this path toward their home, mere lurid phantoms gliding amidst the vegetation that bled into the elements of home. Hooves continued to gather strength, attention always locked on the alabaster fae who traveled beside him, ready to halt at her slightest beckoning. For now, though, their vocals seemed to be at peace, a silent appreciation of this midnight escapade rippling between them. The wind caressed his face as they ran, easing over his body with a delicious chill that seeped through the thick wool of his moon-washed pelt that sent shivers not at all unpleasant springing throughout his body. Currents ripped fingers through the streaming banners of his mane and tail, parting his forelock so that it was neatly swept out of view. The wind seemed to wrap softly about the two racing forms, locking them in its gentle embrace, promising them protection from the world for this one night of freedom. Breeze laced them together in the tapestry of life, wreathing them with mirth and fortune that hinted of the knowledge of the love each grasped within their souls. The wind, it snatched the dark secrets from their minds, throwing them to chance so that they might not worry this night of undisturbed rapture. Fiction had never felt so free, the bitter tang of salty air arresting his senses and alerting him that now their paces carried them within the domains of dear Lucium. The ledge where he had made his claim was witnessed before them as their gallop carried them onward beneath the moonlit sky, pelts painted with stellar light. His pace slowed as did Melody's beside him, easy gallop becoming a slowing trot that led to a forward walk. He glanced at her quickly, eyes sparking dangerously with gaiety, flashing briefly with pride he held for his home... their home. They approached the edge, but Fiction refrained from straying too close to that dangerous cliff. The words Melody had spoken to him earlier of her mother sparked concern in his mind and he worried this might cause some sort of trauma within her. His last desire was to cause her pain; instead he willed her to witness the beauty of their home, to see the waters as they rippled in the giant cup of the sea and become lulled by the crash of waves as they relentlessly pounded against the rock walls. His movements stilled, form standing ridid as he gazed over waters that danced with magic beneath the gaze of the lunar lamp. He became completely lost in that moment, wishing to capture it in a snowglobe of time for all eternity so that he might glance back at some later time and remember the indescribable feelings of joy that currently fluttered within as the scent of sea salt teased his nostrils, breeze touching his side with soft felicity. This love, such a tangible thing that lay between them and seemed to now stretch with welcoming arms over their land. He felt as if he might possess the uncanny ability to peer into the future, seeing a family of his own resting there in the emerald grasses of his home. Who knew? Dare he believe that Melody might even ask him for a foal? The thought of such an event caused a constriction in his throat, wonder that such a thing might occur sweeping through his mind. The thought of such responsibility did frighten him for he was unsure of his abilities of a father, but the prospect still managed to send a tingle of warmth spreading through his body. Oh, how wonderful a sight that would be to have a foal frolicking on his lands. Such joy there might be in this future of Fiction, and he lapped up the concepts of these prospects with a sort of exhilaration he had hardly sensed ever before. Focus tore itself away from the churning waters below to rest on the luminous image of Melody. He moved against her side, pressing his fur into her own so that they shared a common warmth and maybe something more than that. Desire and passion shot through his veins like a forest fire, spreading a blushing warmth through his figure. He smiled at her in his famed fashion, lips twitching upwards so that a tender expression lay there that was present only for her eyes to witness. He ran his lips gently along the length of her curvature, eyes observing her face for hint of expressions all the while. His maw found its way to the ashen tendrils of her mane, lips tugging on them gently in an affectionate manner. Love was evident in every movement, every breath Fiction took from the air as it was offered to him. Oh, how he loved her. "Welcome home, my love. Welcome to Lucium."
----
So just slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Till the end of our days
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains
----
Moonlight encased the duo as they departed from the claiming grounds, light reaching tenderly through the boughs of trees of the terrain to grace their coats with illumination. Winter had surrounded them now, locked away in the bare trees that awaited cold's fury, hidden in the clouds that threatened lazily in the distance. The wind whispered of coming snow, breathing gently in Fiction's aud with teasing elegance only to dance away again in a whirl of fervent laughter. Even despite the clouds that loomed dreamily in the distance and the arctic winds that stirred eagerly with excitement about their striding hooves, the sky above was clear and sparkling with the night lights of the universe. The stars glimmered and winked above, the dust of angels swirling in different designs that lay like pleasant guardians sprawled across the sky. The moon prevailed over the darkness, resting her quiet eye on her two children as they moved side by side, brushing against one another continually when their movements deigned to bring them close. For Fiction, each touch was like a gift, a spark of electricity that filled him with a certain heat that defied the cold weather and told him that his love remained beside him and was not just some figment that was soon to dissapear. Sometimes he found himself questioning if this was real or not just some section stolen from an unrealistic fairytale, but then Melody's coat would brush his and he would be reassured that she was no simple dream, but wondrous reality. He felt happier than he had felt in the longest of time, eased, even if only momentarily, of the burden of failure that seemed determined to destroy him. His body swelled with an almost giddy sensation, sweeping him along in a torrent of emotions that had him nearly quaking with intensity. Occasionally he would cast his dark umber optics in Melody's direction, what can only be described as love caught there in the intricate depths of his eyes and illumed by the moon's touch. For the most part, he managed to simply feel her presence beside him, reveling in the warmth that emanated from her body, watching her calmly from the corner of his eye. All thoughts of the morrow were erased from his mind, his attention solely belonging to her for these moments of pure, blissful peace. He felt so wonderfully complete and content in this world as he moved steadily beneath the canvas of stars that stretched above, even if this should only last until the sun's yawning head should rise. Hopefully this connection would last much longer. Hopefully it would last forever, but one can only permit slim optimism in such matters once life has dashed hope as many times as it had dashed Fiction's. Still, even when the walls of support had crumbled, leaving him exposed to the arrows of pain that had come once life spiraled downwards, hope had remained. If hope could exist then, perhaps it could most certainly thrive now with such an ethereal partner, more real to him than the stars in the sky and most assuredly more beautiful by far, moving beside him.
The pair twined throughout the land, moving as effortlessly as spirits over the wooded pathways that led most surely to the realms of their home. They slipped over the earth together, like a single entity bound for a dream, their pelts painted in the milky moonlight and dappled with the piercing shine of stars. Time slid slowly forward with a subtle calm, infinite in its passing so that Fiction was numb to the fact that each repeated hoofbeat was sending him forward into the future. He was riant in the present, wrapped tightly within its intricate pattern so that he was blind to all else and happily so. He breathed here and now, only of the night air, breath escaping from distended nares in clouds of smoke that billowed only to fade away into the atmosphere. The nocturnal scents flooded his senses along with those of Melody, hinting of the sea ahead and filling him with the knowledge that he was approaching home. His step became lighter, each hoof lifted as if by some preternatural force. A wind rose around him, swirling pleasantly about his legs and raising with gentle fingers the curls of his forelock that fell to mask his eyes, displaying the large whorl that lay squarely in the center of his broad forehead. He shook his neck as a feeling of bliss overwhelmed him, lifting him nearly into the clouds so that he felt as if he paced on dreams rather than on this dirt trail he currently trod. His pace picked up and he swiveled around so that he nearly faced Melody in front of her, shaking his head and prancing all the while with boyish and uncouth countenance. He didn't care... he felt as if he might as well be flying. Appendages lashed out in show at an invisible foe as he danced in Spanish form, the proud arch in his neck always prevalent as he swayed to the silent tune around him. His stilts paraded in the movements of what humans might label passage, trotting nearly sideways with great impulsion only to pause and swivel around on his haunches so that he faced the opposite direction. He swung his neck so that visage faced Melody, eyes shining brightly with coltish sheen. He moved towards her with gentle stride, extending his maw when in reach to touch her shoulder and run his kissers along her neck. Hot breath slipped past his enamels to kiss her skin as the velvet of his lips grazed her side until his maw came to rest by her ear. "Melody." The whispered power of her name was spoken with a sort of quivering intensity, breathed with both ferocity and gentleness, brought forth from the depths from which emotion is derived and emerging from his vocals in the manner of husky lyrics. He permitted the name to linger, to drift into the air so that it was caught and carried with utmost care by the wind, allowing the power of his voice to fill the surrounding grove in which they now stood. There was so much that could not be spoken or defined in the voicing of her name, lost in its depths as the word rolled effortlessly from his tongue. He could not tell her the depth of his emotions, no, but he hoped that he might show her even a glimpse of the heaven he felt. "I love you." Ah, how long had it been since those words had been formed by his cautious lips? So quickly he had again fallen into this pit of emotions, swallowed whole so that he was lost in the tangled web of love. Melody... so beautiful, so wonderful, he could not place her with mere words; for to these depths, words could not travel, only be glimpsed and touched upon by the heart that throbs within. When he said he loved her, he placed every ounce of the strength of his emotion in his words, heart straining for her touch, eyes staring deep into her aqua optics, hoping all the while that she might gaze there and see his true feelings that blazed within. When he said he loved someone, he never, ever teased. Those words - sounded so softly from his lips with underlying strength churning beneath - were spoken with the involvement of every fiber of his being that was found capable of loving and perhaps more, reaching for the impossible. When he loved, it was never weak and always true. Whether the receiver returned what he offered or not... well, that was a different matter entirely.
He pushed his plush into her side once more with an accompanying sigh of contentment, butting head against her side in tender affection. After an endless moment had slipped beneath the waves of time, he retracted his form, continuing to face her, glancing back at her with the returning boyish attitude that now had an underlying seriousness that gave gravity to the situation. "Come, Melody. Let's fly." The ghost of a smile teased his lips as he gazed at her with eager love, energy racing through his body with impatience to explode in a flurry of striding hooves. He turned with her by his side, legs suddenly breaking out to reach forward in an attempt to swallow the ground, hooves striking ground with increasing frequency as speed was gained. Breath came out in heated gasps, releasing dragon's expiration of curling smoke with each exhalation of air from his depressed lungs. They galloped together as one, stilts slipping forever forward on this path toward their home, mere lurid phantoms gliding amidst the vegetation that bled into the elements of home. Hooves continued to gather strength, attention always locked on the alabaster fae who traveled beside him, ready to halt at her slightest beckoning. For now, though, their vocals seemed to be at peace, a silent appreciation of this midnight escapade rippling between them. The wind caressed his face as they ran, easing over his body with a delicious chill that seeped through the thick wool of his moon-washed pelt that sent shivers not at all unpleasant springing throughout his body. Currents ripped fingers through the streaming banners of his mane and tail, parting his forelock so that it was neatly swept out of view. The wind seemed to wrap softly about the two racing forms, locking them in its gentle embrace, promising them protection from the world for this one night of freedom. Breeze laced them together in the tapestry of life, wreathing them with mirth and fortune that hinted of the knowledge of the love each grasped within their souls. The wind, it snatched the dark secrets from their minds, throwing them to chance so that they might not worry this night of undisturbed rapture. Fiction had never felt so free, the bitter tang of salty air arresting his senses and alerting him that now their paces carried them within the domains of dear Lucium. The ledge where he had made his claim was witnessed before them as their gallop carried them onward beneath the moonlit sky, pelts painted with stellar light. His pace slowed as did Melody's beside him, easy gallop becoming a slowing trot that led to a forward walk. He glanced at her quickly, eyes sparking dangerously with gaiety, flashing briefly with pride he held for his home... their home. They approached the edge, but Fiction refrained from straying too close to that dangerous cliff. The words Melody had spoken to him earlier of her mother sparked concern in his mind and he worried this might cause some sort of trauma within her. His last desire was to cause her pain; instead he willed her to witness the beauty of their home, to see the waters as they rippled in the giant cup of the sea and become lulled by the crash of waves as they relentlessly pounded against the rock walls. His movements stilled, form standing ridid as he gazed over waters that danced with magic beneath the gaze of the lunar lamp. He became completely lost in that moment, wishing to capture it in a snowglobe of time for all eternity so that he might glance back at some later time and remember the indescribable feelings of joy that currently fluttered within as the scent of sea salt teased his nostrils, breeze touching his side with soft felicity. This love, such a tangible thing that lay between them and seemed to now stretch with welcoming arms over their land. He felt as if he might possess the uncanny ability to peer into the future, seeing a family of his own resting there in the emerald grasses of his home. Who knew? Dare he believe that Melody might even ask him for a foal? The thought of such an event caused a constriction in his throat, wonder that such a thing might occur sweeping through his mind. The thought of such responsibility did frighten him for he was unsure of his abilities of a father, but the prospect still managed to send a tingle of warmth spreading through his body. Oh, how wonderful a sight that would be to have a foal frolicking on his lands. Such joy there might be in this future of Fiction, and he lapped up the concepts of these prospects with a sort of exhilaration he had hardly sensed ever before. Focus tore itself away from the churning waters below to rest on the luminous image of Melody. He moved against her side, pressing his fur into her own so that they shared a common warmth and maybe something more than that. Desire and passion shot through his veins like a forest fire, spreading a blushing warmth through his figure. He smiled at her in his famed fashion, lips twitching upwards so that a tender expression lay there that was present only for her eyes to witness. He ran his lips gently along the length of her curvature, eyes observing her face for hint of expressions all the while. His maw found its way to the ashen tendrils of her mane, lips tugging on them gently in an affectionate manner. Love was evident in every movement, every breath Fiction took from the air as it was offered to him. Oh, how he loved her. "Welcome home, my love. Welcome to Lucium."
----
So just slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Till the end of our days
ooc: Aww, Fiction ish sooo happy. He just loves his Melody, hehe. *pets the purdy white horsie*
Oh, and I apologize if I powerplayed Melody a bit in this post. If you want me to change any of it, I'd be happy to.
After you reply, I believe I'll reply once more with Fiction before he leaves for the claiming grounds after the snow sets in, so long as that's good with you.
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