Praying for the End of Time

[..Dream†Weaver..]

So now I'm praying for the end of time, To hurry up and arrive

The terrain was silent, serenity ringing throughout the whole atmosphere. Not a sound crept through the silence that was barging in through the light rays that broke down from the canopy of timbers in between the green thumbs. Their gaps were scarce, though the light shed was true, bouncing off the particles in the atmosphere that floated so freely. Timbers stood tall, filling up most blank areas covering the soil, and where they weren't, foliage scattered and dotted the ground. The atmosphere was bright aqua, with clouds like cotton spread across. The great orb cast shades of gold across from deep within its corpse, allowing life to prevail. A babbling creek lapped at the sides of its limits, eating away, foaming around the edges like a rabid dog. Its current was fast, yielding not to any form of life that tried to pass across its surface, but even it seemed quiet in the still atmosphere.

Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you, I don't think that I can really survive

Two forms maneuvered through the silence, they too hushed in movements. Muscles rolled down the duos hides in unison, one petite form following another. Their movements were graceful as the wind, carried effortlessly into the center domain. Dials lifted, the smaller one following the larger minx' movements. Hollows flared of the essa, intaking the surrounding aromas and scenting for danger. Without a hint of any, tiara lowered as lips wuffled over the emerald stalks. Vennors of the larger minx tore the shoots from their hold in the terrain, and they disappeared within the vixens plush. A movement hit my chest, dial turning and limbs carrying my puce and pallid form back a step, far enough for my sapphire orbs to fall on the minuscule object.

I'll never break my promise or forget my vow, But God only knows what I can do right now

The chocolate and ashen bella stood tall, her milky brown orbs watching mine. With a puffed out chest, the pride in her petite form showing clearly. Porcelain limbs were held straight, muscles showing through the minuscule hide stretched across her skeletal form. Arabic dial was held high on a bulky arched serpentine, tulips pricked forth and dilated hollows inhaling the aromas. Short and puffy chain swung freely behind her painted haunches, swinging slightly in the gusts. Forelock tumbled down her dial, stopping short above her orbs. Tendrils drifted from her crest smoothly, stopping just at the fold beneath where the boa truly began. Feathers swarmed over her petite hooves, though scarce, it showed off the Gypsy blood in her. Truly a mutt, but a perfect mutt, with lines from the most graceful, athletic, talented and fastest breeds. Rocky Mountain, Arabian, Quarter Horse, Paint Horse and Gypsy Vanner. A rare combination, yet perfect in every way.

I'm praying for the end of time, It's all that I can do

Now, as for me, I hold many of the same characteristics. Dished dial was held level with my chest, crimson surrounding my sapphire orb and painting up my audits, the rest of my facades ashen. Forelock tumbled down my center dial, swerving to cover an aqua toned pool from sight. Serpentine half chocolate and half vanilla arched in the Arabic heritage, locks sliding down to meet just above my limb joint. All limbs ashen and held straight, muscular in the Quarter Horse cross. My hide held the paint tones, like an angel, flawless, perfection, yet I was far from perfection. Chain swept the ground, cascading like a waterfall from my rump. Crystals planted firmly upon the terrain, as my pools glanced over the surrounding wastelands and my fillen.

Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you

[♠Elitation♠]

<sub>I pulled my-self down to a walk. My ebon and ivory bodice sticking out like a sore thumb. Feathers falling over giant blades. I allowed a snort to pass through my nares. I gave a flick of my whipcord. I soon let it rest back on the ground.

"Ello."

My vocals broke the silence. My orbs had cooled off now and looked at Dream with a calm expression. I watched as Marv paraded around proudly. Feathers would soon cover her petite blades.

Pride shown in my orbs at the young filla. I gave a shake of my bodice and looked back at Dream. I touched my mug lightly to her painted shoulder. Flicking my whipcord at the pests. My banner hung low upon my arched nape. My auds forward listening for Dream to speak.</sub>

|Elitation|