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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 29, 2007 10:43:34 GMT -5
I snorted at the thought, the thought of my sick father and her together. It made me nearly gag. I could feel a connection forming between the two of us, and I didn't want it to end because of alliance and heirs and all these other things that the two of us barely knew about. I listened to her petite vocals and contemplated for a moment, answer with a disgusted tone. He's a bastard. Never trust him. Her next lyrics made me freeze, yet a strange feeling of warmth washed over me. I ground my teeth, jaws refusing to move the way I wanted them to. I gritted my fangs, wanting only to understand the purpose of needing to be like them. Velveteen lyrics came from my mouth, a deeper tone passing my voice, starting to break. But I am bad, sugar. Just not like them, they don't get it, at all, and I can't make them see. They refuse to see me for me, I'm just the heir, as far as he's concerned, not his son. I sneered at the cave entrance, looking briefly for any source of life. Nothing.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 29, 2007 10:51:26 GMT -5
Her dial shook slightly at his second set of words, glazed eyes gazing towards the entrance of the cave, then towards the lights. My dad doesn't seem to care about me all the time, either.. He's only played with me once, and gets really mad at mom for taking me places. She doesn't trust me alone with him. A mere thought that was voiced in confidence, confided to the colt not to tell what she'd just said. Lifting her head from his side, her lengthy, feathered legs carried her infront of him, her eyes searching his. But you're not like them, not exactly. They wouldn't have comforted me, or any of the others in their herd. I like that about you. The last part was softer than the rest of her words, perhaps embarassed to admit that? Her fluffy tail flicked at her haunches, glazed eyes watching him, like he was nothing she'd seen before.
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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 29, 2007 11:05:44 GMT -5
Lobes twitch on my dial, crania lowering slightly, cinnamon voids watching her, their usual sharp appearance softened and deep, melted with emotion touched only very lightly before. Nares flare lightly, taking in her scent, storing it with care through the cabinets of his mind. With a snort and a bit of inner battling, his next words came out just as soft as hers. I like you, everything about you. I tenderly grabbed at her ears, teasing lightly. I released and let my next lyrics free, surprised with myself at saying them. If you could run away, would you?
[[yuck tiny]]
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 29, 2007 11:15:08 GMT -5
The small smile that had show on her face previously now returned, ear flicking after it was released from his hold, her own dentals tugging at his forelock. Only if you came with me. A well thought out response, and no longer did she care the lights were around. They were nothing but statues, in her mind, incapable of hearing anything they were to say. Velvet soft mug pushed against his cheek, teeth grasping his mane and tugging, the strands slipping between her jaw to fall once more to his neck.
|oOc| my muse is dying >.< Look at em, lovestruck yearlings xD
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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 29, 2007 11:21:44 GMT -5
I grinned, a full out beam. I couldn't hide it, these emotions that my parents had told me to ignore, the ones that were bursting through my hearts, leaking out my ribs. Shattering every bone n my body until it consumed me fully. I nuzzled her gently, something I'd never seen my parents do yet I knew lovers did it, but they never did. It confused me before, wondering why I was born if they hadn't loved each other. It seemed odd to me, but I looked down at her eagerly, wanting her to feel the same way about me. Vocals were louder than needed, but nothing outside the cave would be able to hear that. What are we waiting for? I gently nudged her in the direction I was heading, keeping her close to me in the darkness. But a small corner was rounded and thick beams of light flooded through the darkness. A gap in the side of the caverns, facing away from the plateau, into the out lands around the back. It wasn't a tight squeeze yet, but it would become that way in a few months. It was meant only for a foal to get through, and I could barely manage anymore. I waited on the outside for her, making sure I was silent and not bringing any attention to us.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 29, 2007 11:35:09 GMT -5
A smile crossed her painted face, and her hooves tapped the ground with hardly a sound. Having Arabian as a dominant breed, and Gypsy only showing in her feathered legs, it was fairly easy to go through the gap in the cavern walls. Adjusting to the light, brown eyes closed momentarily, all movements halted on her part. Feathers swarmed around her hooves, lengthened over the months that had passed. Tail, a little longer than it had been months before swished against her hocks, forelock curling around her ear, joining her mane. There arn't any free lights left, they don't look there anymore. Lets go to one of those lands. The filly suggested, thinking about it. Neither of their parents ruled over the light lands, and there weren't any allies for either side, and just because they live in the lands doesn't mean they have to be light, right? She came alongside Sin, nuzzling his shoulder gently, her eyes twinkling. She'd grown attatched to the colt, although it was forbidden love, she didn't care.
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