Summer. Blizzard. [Grey]

[! MIDDY !]

Here we go again, I feel the chemicals kickin’ in
It’s getting heavy and I want to run and hide

I do it every time, you're killing me now
I won’t be denied by you, the animal inside of you[/center][/font]

Her long, black tail flicked back and forth against her flanks as she moved her body quietly forwards. Long legs reached out under her fifteen two handed body as she pressed on wards. The buckskin mare really didn't have a clue where exactly she was going, but all she knew was that she was going some where. Some where were no body was going to know where she was, somewhere where she would be able to restart a life for her self, and not have to worry about any one else finding her. Though, Excaliver really didn't have any true reason to have any one be following her. Soft sigh exscaped her kissers as she flicked an ear backwards, listening to the world going on around her. She was trying to figure out where exactly she was, even though she still didn't care. It was just a matter of whether or not she wanted to end up on some other stallion's lands, or what ever. Snort slid quietly from her flared nostrils as her limbs drew her body to a stop, golden cranium raised into the air, before her brown orbs took a look around. She was in some type of land, but whether or not she could tell if it was an other stallion's lands, or a free type land, she really didnt' know. Eye brow rose under her long black forelock before glancing up towards the sky for a second or two.

As she looked up at the sky, the dark clouds had clouded over the sun. That was when Excaliver figured out that, the dark clouds above her, where full of either snow or rain. Snort slid quietly from her as she narrowed her orbs, before glancing back towards the ground. Her breath came from her in short puffs that were seen in the air as she stood there. It had gotten cold out too. Shaking her scull, the buckskin heaved a soft sigh as snow flakes began to drop from the sky, swirling around her buckskin body, threatening to engulf her body. Shaking her head at the thought of being caught in the middle of a snow storm, Excaliiver pushed her body into a trot. Legs reached under her body in the familiar two beat motion as she moved up the side of the mountian, hoping there was some type of shelter up there. And if not, maybe some type of ledge that was hanging over that would protect her bod from the snow that was begining to fall in heavier and heavier sheets to the ground. Her long black mane blew off of her neck as she pressed up the trail of the mountain, her brown orbs on the look out for a place to stash and hide her body from the oncoming blizzard. What the hell? It's summer out. How can one place be blizzarding during the summer? The thought passed through her mind as, out of the corner of her eye, Excaliver caught the sight of a cave. It appeared that it wasn't a shelter to any animals from the quick glance.

Skidding to a stop, and sending a puff of snow up around her golden body, Excaliver quickly turned around on her hind quarters and headed back towards the cave. Slowly sticking her head into the darker light of the cave, she let her nostrils flare, in and out a few times. She couldn't smell any other equines in here. Shakining her head gently, she allowed her Quarter Horse bod to move into the cave. It was decently deep, good enough that she would be able to get away from the fastly approuching and increasing blizzard out side. A sharp gust of wind blew snow onto the buckskin's rump, as she shook her head. Movign towards the back of the cave, more into the warmth, Excaliver let out a low sigh. Swinging her body around once she reached the back, she let her brown orbs flicker to the front. When this storm was over, she would high tail it outta there, just incase who ever owned these lands started wandering about. She wasn't about to just stand there and get caught for tresspassing, though it was kind of tempting. Shaking her head once more, the long scar that cascaded down her face was covered up by her long forelock. Resting a hind leg, the buckskin mare settled back to try and out wait the blizzard.

What are you waiting for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight !

Words;; 742
Tagged ;;GREYtheFLAiLER
Lyrics;; Neon Trees---Animal
Credit;;Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes ;;Bleh. Sorry for the crappy ness. D:< [/right][/size]

[GREYtheFLAiLER]

SiNiSTER


Let the fun and games begin,
She is vain and broken.
Skin is cold and white,
Such a lovely, lonely night...

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.xXx. [/color] Sinister wasn’t one to stay still for long. No, he was a brute used to moving in access; he would do so whenever he got the chance. Why? Well, that is what happens when one goes from one extreme to the complete other, isn’t it? He’d taken advantage of this new found freedom, once he’d come to these oddly open and human-free lands. Sinister had been used to being enclosed in a small space; prodded at, touched without his permission. And now, well... Now he was powerful. Strong. Invincible. Sure, it may have been all within his mind... but isn’t that key? If you are mentally strong, you are capable of anything. That’s what the bulky brute had told himself, come his appearance here. He was capable of anything.

Whether it be domination, murder, or lust.
He didn’t really give a fuck.

The resilient stallion stood atop one of the overlooks to his great fortress, audits perked with a noticeable eagerness, swivelling this direction and that, in slight anticipation. His nostrils flared, chest rising with the great inhale, as his narrowed orbs scanned the area about him. The scent of the breeze was somewhat normal, he scented; nothing but the soft scent of plant of various sorts, the nearby ocean, and a coming storm. He jerked his head up abruptly, wrenching his gaze from the lands below to the sky above, as a violent gust of wind whipped at his mane and tail. His eyes closed half, in an attempt to keep shielded by the sudden wind, as he watched the sky above. Within moments, the stallion observed a light snowfall, his attention turning to the millions of flakes, dancing carelessly from the depths of the grey sky. He stood with his tail raised, flicking leisurely against his flanks, as his eyes once again found the land below him.

And landed directly on her.

Immediately, both brows shot up in clear interesting, as Sin’s head dropped towards the ground, eat flattening. His expression stayed cold; calculation, for just mere seconds, before he realized she was, indeed, a lone mare wandering about his lands like some sort of precious little gift. He raised his head slowly, ears perking forwards, as the brute watched her intently. Her color was that of a buckskin hue; one which caught his eye, and made her stand out in the quickly lightening atmosphere. She had a good build, as well as height. Then again, not many mares topped his staggering height of eighteen-point-two hands. He was a brute of good bloodlines, and damn-well proud of it. Sinister, after making sure he hadn’t been seen, heard, or smelt, walked after her. He was itching to move; adrenaline pumping through his veins without remorse. This is what he had been waiting for, atop his little perch. A reason to move; an opportunity.

And when opportunity comes knocking, especially in the form of a little buckskin beauty, Sinister isn’t one to turn the chance down.

He walked with a certain alertness, staying a good distance behind the little femme. Not only was he enjoying the view, call him a pervert, he was rather enjoying this little game of his. Sinister loved games; the thrill of following someone. He loved the fearful expressions, when he looked down at them, his scars only hints as to what he had been through, and was capable of. He flourished with others fear, and the fight. Sinister was a combat horse in every way, and did extremely well in bloody situations. He’d decided, after claiming these lands, he would be a harsh ruler. One to keep his subjects under fear, so they would therefore not act outrageously. A good plan? He hoped dearly. After a few minutes of heading up towards the mountain once more, Sinister spied the female turn into one of his homes many caved. One in particular, in which just happened to be a dead end.

Poor doll.

As soon as the mare was in the cave, and clearly out of site, Sinister pushed himself into a gallop. His front legs lifted off the ground, as he pushed off with his hindquarters in a sudden burst of speed and power. He lowered his head, ears pinning against his skull, as his legs moved underneath him with quickness and perfection. His flexed and taught muscles rippled beneath his marred pelt, as he galloped up the mountain, his head jerking back and forth in rhythm with the run. His mane and tail flagged behind him, as he neared the cave with each and every long stride. The stallion’s heart pounded within his chest, as he slowed before the cave, arching his chin into his chest as he made an appearance, bringing his large body in front of the cave, though in such a way as to block the exit. He found her easily, his eyes running down the contours of her delicate female body, before a small, dangerously seductive smirk pulled at his lips.

“Hello, Dove.”

He spoke in his low, masculine tone of voice. A breathless, amused little chuckle slipped from him, as he tilted his head ever-so-slightly to observe her.

“And what might a little doll such as yourself be doing here, hmm? It’s dangerous for one such as yourself to be wandering out in such a storm...”

His voice took a slightly different turn, his expression sobering with the slight pause.

“You have no way of knowing who may be following you.”


Heaven is on the way,
You can feel the hate,
but I guess you never will.
I'm on a roll again,
and I want an end,
'Cause I feel it creeping in...

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Words: 987... Weird?
Muse: ALRIGHT. ISH.
Song(s): Sarcasm - Get Scared. And other things that I don't much feel like listing. :B
Notes: I didn't proof it yet! But I shall later!<3 Hope it's alright. :][/size][/color][/blockquote]

[! MIDDY !]

The buckskin mare really had no idea that she was being followed, like, litterally none. But even if she had known she was being followed, she really didn't give a flying fucky ducky. What could be the worse that could happen? Maybe end up getting raped or forced if it was a stallion, and then sent back on her way? Pfft. She really didn't care. But the thing was, she didtn' know that she was being followed, so she just kept going up the sdie of the mountian. It was the whole idea of evading the quickly on coming storm that had Excaliver not really caring about it anyone was following her. Normally, she would be freaking the fuck out if there had been, and making sure to put them right back in their place .. pretty much telling them to not follow her, or they would have their ass burried six feet under into the ground. The thought of doing that to some other equine had a smirk dancing across Excaliver's feature's as she swished her long tail against her flanks in one quick. fluid motion, before her limbs stretched under her and kept her golden bod moving with ease up the slope , making sure to keep a decent pace. The buckskin didn't know how far exactly she was going to have to go in order to find that perfect spot to stop, and be able to rest up. Plus, the higher up you went, the lower the oxygen levels went .. right? As far as she could remember, that was true.

Flicking her ears back and forth against her skull, Excaliver let her eyes keep on a good look out for the decent sized cave that she could sneak her body into. It needed to be a decent depth, something that she could fit in, and be able to go towards the back, so the snow wouldn't get slammed into her face while she rested. Plus, if it was a decent enough shelter, she would maybe stay there a bit longer, and see if some how, she could evade having to travel for a little while. Sure, she liked to travel, but traveling day after day got tiring .. and she was a horse ya know .. so she got tired. And the buckskin couldn't quite remember how long ago it had been sense she had gotten a decent week, or even day's rest. Soft sigh slid from Cali as she figured out the perfect cave and let her body slide to a stop, before entering. Brown, almost chocolate hued orbs took a quiet look around, as she gazed quietly, wondering if this would be okay. There seemed to be no other equines that had enhabitited this cave, so she was all good. Or any meat eating carnivors too. Shaking her skull once, the buckskin took a final look around before she moved her body towards the back. Limbs pressed her quietly towards the back, her hooves echoing off of the solid floor as she moved. Reaching the back, Excaliver swung her bod around, and let the front half of her body face the front. Orbs blinked slightly as a gust of nsow blew into the cave, but ignoring it, she let a hind leg rest against the solid flood, and her tail grew quiet against the back of her black socked legs.

Excaliver had just allowed her bod to fall into barely a doze, when the snow that had increased seemed to be blocked from entering the cave. Irritated sounding snort slid from the buckskin's kissers as she snapped her brown orbs open. As she oppened them, her eyes caught sight of a huge, eighteen handed equine. She couldnt' quite tell from just standing here, whether it was a mare or a stallion, but who ever it was, was blocking her way out. Ears flattened slighlty back against her skull as she let her eyes glaze over the equine's body. He, much like her, had war and battle scars written all over his bod. Wait. Why was she assuming that it was a stallion and not a mare? It could easily be a mare, but why int he fuck would a mare be following her. It wasn't like she was 'there to take her man' or anything of the sort. All Excaliver wanted was a decent night's sleep, and she would be well on her way to minding her own business again. Tail swished against her scarred flanks with a crack that echoed off of the cave walls. Brute. Her words echoed off of the wall, as she lifted her skull, now on full allert as she confirmed it was a stallion, unless it was a mare with a fucked up voice, that was into mares. The thought made Excaliver's teeth clack slightly, before she let her gaze fall back on the stallion infront of her. Avoiding the storm, if you can't possibly tell that. She replied with her cold sounding lyrics, muzzle nodding gently towards the snow that was trying to get in around the large stallion's bod. And I believe, I am perfectly capable of handling myself in this type of weather. Damn. Did all stallions think that mares coudlnt' handle themselves?

C H A R A C T E R - Excaliver.
M U S E - Good.
W O R D S - 8 9 4
T A G G E D - Grey & Sinisiter! <3
N O T E S - Bahaha. Love him. >D Excuse her attitude. O.o

[GREYtheFLAiLER]

SiNiSTER


Let the fun and games begin,
She is vain and broken.
Skin is cold and white,
Such a lovely, lonely night...

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.xXx. [/color] Sinister had gingerly trudged through the pathetic wrath of the quickening blizzard; had followed noiselessly after the little mare, all for one little reason. One little reason in which quickened his pulse without his given permission, and caused liquid adrenaline to pump through his veins. His neck arched dramatically; a sign of both excitement and urgency, as he stood before the mouth of the cavern. The coming snow pelted his side lightly, causing his muscled shoulder to twitch sporadically, in attempt to cease the tiny irritation. However, Sinister was not nearly aware of this little detail. No, instead, he was looking directly at the little buckskin mare, chin pulled into his chest, his partly-narrowed eyes trained on her. He waited for his orbs to adjust to the dramatic change in lighting, before giving her a quick, but needed, once-over.

And damn, he was glad he had followed her.

Sinister’s ears swivelled towards the mare, perking onto the top of his head, with the sound of her rather irritated snort. Ah, so she had been in a light slumber, had she? A slightly amused grin twisted onto Sinister’s maw, as he watched her drowsily open her eyes. Wakey wakey, darling. He noted the abrupt jerking upward of her head once he spoke, his deep and masculine voice confirming he was, indeed, male. Poor little lady. Sinister shook his head, freeing his mane of collected snow, before forcing a harsh, rough snort through flared and quivering nostrils. And then, as she spoke, the large stallion’s smile widened, though barely enough to be visible. She was one with quite the little attitude, wasn’t she? A throaty little chuckle slipped through the brute’s parted lips. How he enjoyed a good challenge.

“Avoiding the storm? On my lands? That’s your first mistake.”

Sinister spoke slowly, his cold and calculating orbs making contact with hers, slight madness lurking within their depths. He listened easily; contently, as she spoke again, before the stallion tilted his head, just a slight degree. Like a determined predator, observing his prey.

“And, as for handling yourself in this sort of weather... Well,”

Sinister paused momentarily, raising his head to restore himself to his full height, before flicking his tail abruptly against his taught flank.

“That’s your second mistake.”

Sinister grinned then, a dangerous, warning of a grin, before letting another little chuckle escape him. He then exhaled forcefully once more, his breath coiling and churning about his nostrils, in the form of white vapour. He lifted a front hoof momentarily, to paw at the ground in slight anxiousness, all before turning to face the mare and dipping his head to descend further into the good-sized cave. He walked forwards slowly, the clicking of his hooves against the hard rock echoing within his perked ears. A slightly more evident smile appeared across his maw, though not one of warmth and or comfort. It was a dangerous grin; one which spoke of dark intentions and hidden longings. But a grin, nonetheless.

Fuck warm and inviting, anyways.

Sinister paused his little walk a few feet from the mare, as though not in attempt to make her... entirely uncomfortable. Sure, she may have been stuck in the back of the cave, with him of all horses blocking the door... But at least he wasn’t in her personal space, correct? Well, yet. Sinister snorted again, before flicking his tail harshly against his side, as a perfected brow raised.

“Three strikes and you’ll be out, baby. I’d watch yourself very carefully.”

He spoke mockingly, though there was still a hinting tone in his deep voice. With that, the stallion shifted once again, angling his body towards the side, in an evident display of blocking her escape once again. There wasn’t much room on either of his sides, though if the mare was half as intelligent as himself, she would know trying to get past him wasn’t exactly a good idea. Another sly chuckle escaped Sinister, before he spoke, deciding to lighten the mood. Slightly.


“I beg my pardon, I’m being quite rude. My name is Sinister.”


He introduced himself briefly, before smirking.

“What might your calling be, Dove?”

Sinister inquired, faking polite as best as he could. You know what? Screw being polite; screw playing the nice guy. If this little lady bothered him, Sinister would show her his pleasant side. Period.

Heaven is on the way,
You can feel the hate,
but I guess you never will.
I'm on a roll again,
and I want an end,
'Cause I feel it creeping in...

Words: 797
Muse: Meh
Notes: Sorry if it fails. D; And I love her!<3[/color][/size][/blockquote]