[bg=636160][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,493,table] [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #171210;] darkness beckons to him, its long fingers touching him all the way to his bitter soul. its the darkness to which he cannot surrender no matter how much sweeter the prospects could be. darkness promises so much but just giving it a touch will make you weak. for those that feel drowned in the light, feeling that no one sees the mess or the scars, than the darkness can be a friend and a friend it was to the lonely giant. the darkness had become the elements of his life, a constant beaten path that he had followed from the hot, blistering sands that he had come from. now there was luscious grass, low foliage and high swooping trees that kept his once precious sun from sight. sometimes he had thought that this new land was freedom from his last but the winter had brought a new aspect. the winter here was wet and cold, not dry and blistering. it wasn't something he had quite understood yet and at moments his body reacted in ways he didn't think it could. the cold force of morning winds drove him through the dense woods. his maw was low to the ground and as he passed, he licked up strands of cold snow onto his burning tongue. the light was beginning to fade as he got deeper into the woods and the darkness began to envelope him as he moved with a quick pace. his gait was slightly choppy like the mind that possessed him. he couldn't keep his thoughts straight this morning and it started to work on his patience. lately it had been hard keeping things right from all the haunting hallucinations and night terrors that were ripping him from the inside out. sometimes when he wasn't focused like he is now, he would even begin slamming himself into obstacles that others could easily miss but with his mind in such a fog, he struggled to even walk straight. it was almost like he was in a drunken stupor, lame and dying for another alcoholic beverage, but he didn't get what he wanted so desperately. he only got ice cold snow between his jaws, which only made him slightly pissed off. curse winter. under the divine wind, blowing so mysteriously through the woods, atticus finally reached a destination to which he thought was suiting. although it was deeply covered by snow and ice, the scents of this place made him believe that under his scarred legs was an eerie swamp. in the distance there were leafless willows swaying with the breeze that tightly looped it's way through the hollowing forest to nip at your bones. atticus shivered for a moment and then breathed a hot breath before he finally allowed himself to stop and listen to the wind whispering in his ear. [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #332c27;] • complete: yes • muse: low • comments: ❤ [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #332c27;]talk:; [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #171210;]walk:;

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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,PIXELS,table] Adyn. Her home as of yet. It was strange to have one. After wandering for so long. Softly she shook her head, tendrils of long black mane falling into her eyes. She really didn't know what she was doing in Ahon. So far from Adyn. She just felt that she should be here. Something was coming. She just hoped the king wouldn't notice another female in these lands, If only for a day. As the snow crushed beneath her feet, she watched the swampy land. Though so it was swampy, the actual swamp was pretty much frozen over. Carefully Abrielle managed to make her way across the icy swamps without falling and breaking the ice. She didn't really feel like getting soaked in this miserable weather. She saw no sign of any other life, the tree's, ice, and snow made no sound. It seemed like she was the only thing to make noise. This land was eery. And it made her think twice about leaving Adyn. But she was here now, and nothing was going to stop her. Swishing her tail, long limbs moved foreward, reaching long for each and every step. Abrielle was getting cold though, and it didn't help that there was a wind that blew through the woods creating an odd groaning sound. "Sounds like something is dying. Abrielle muttered under her breath, just then her blue eyes caught movement. She stopped in her tracks. She was up wind so whoever it was would catch scent of her soon. No use in running. Abrielle moved towards the movement in the woods and as she pushed through brush she caught sight of a large bay. Okay. Every horse was large to her. She was very small. Small, petite, and sexy. Well... Thats a bit concetied. She shook her head, and looked him over. He was littered in scars, As if someone had maimed his wonderful coat. She moved around to his other side. He was missing an eye. That creeped her out. "You have one eye." She said, rather loudly. Yes it sounded rude, but she didn't care. She was to cold to care. "It kinda ruins your attractiveness. Putting you from a eight down to maybe a four. Sad sad...." She said leaning to her left side.

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[bg=636160][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,493,table] [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #171210;] whispers, whispers coming from the trees, they're coming to haunt why don't you flee. we will tie you up and hold you down with every foul memory that you own. oh whispers, whispers, will drive you mad and we will take everything that you had. so you better run, and you better hide for all the carefree moments are going, going, going, gone. frivolous was the word that wrote itself in his brain as he shook slightly under the peering eyes of mental destruction. oh how they begged and pleaded to find a way to make his spirits flee, but they had lost sense in knowing how to handle one like him. with a low chuckle, he dismissed their actions like a pesky fly in the heat of the summer, they were soon gone maybe even quicker than they had come. oh but they hallucinations they brought in the dead of night were beginning to take their toll upon him. his eye was slowly turning red, showing the world the sleepless nights that he had, but his disguise was best. if no one found him, how would they know? but as soon as the thought had slipped into the cool bitter air, he caught a movement up wind, and the scent of the figure instantly began to annoy him. feminine, yes, very much so, and the thought alone chilled him to his very bones. he felt that he hadn't seen a girl in years, he almost felt starved for that kind of attention, but now? here? he would rather not. this was no place for a lady, so whoever moved closer and closer surely was some small hood rat, that chose a liking to dark beasts like him rather than a prince in shining armor. not that he had high taste, but he, after all, had taste. waiting, he begged silently to be taken away to another level of mental distraction. he disliked mindless small talk, and as the painted woman approached him, he already knew that there would be. gritting his teeth, he gave the female nothing short of a flat out glare. she moved with such confidence and tore around him so quickly that he didn't even have time to look in another direction to conceal his missing eye. "you have one eye" she pointed out, and anger started searing through my veins. well thank you captain obvious, but yes, what do you know, i'm missing an eye! i didn't even know. i remained glaring at her as she began to speak more nonsense, it kinda ruins your attractiveness. putting you from an eight down to maybe a four. sad sad…" it was at this moment, i let out a snarl from between my gritted teeth. i didn't give a hooting damn who she was, what her story was or why the hell she was here, but the sassy lil' brat was crawling on unsafe grounds with the big boy. he pinned his ears, eyeing her before he held himself back from hissing out every foul word he could think of. how does she have the audacity to come and mock him not even knowing who the hell he was or what he was capable of. did she have an ounce of a brain in her head? "lil' princess, i think it'd be best that you shut up and run back to your mama. if not, how would you like to be one eyed as well, or better yet, even NO eyed?" i hissed at her, like a serpent about to prey on his next meal. oh pretty little girl, i would hate to carve out those blue eyes of yours but, darling, now you've stepped over your boundary of stupidity. [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #332c27;] • complete: yes • muse: verrry low • comments: maaadman❤ [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #332c27;]talk:; [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #171210;]walk:;

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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,PIXELS,table] A smirk pressed on Abrielle's face. That had obviously pissed him off, Though she really didn't care. She let her baby blues observe him. He was still very nicely built, and colored. Plus he was scarred. But that damn eye was gone. Something about his anger vaguely made her think of Legions anger. But this brutes anger was directed at her, where as Legions... Just seemed all over the place. Looking the stag directly as he let his angry lyrics fly, Her smirk just turned into a giggle. "Oh, Little princess eh? Run back to my mother? I quiet like the sound of being a little princess. But, my mother is long dead, And because of my size you underestimate my age. So, Maybe you should think, before you open that handsome mouth of your's, Hm?" She looked at him, Though it was more of a mocking look. Yes she was mocking him. This was probably a dangerous thing to do, Actually, It wasn't a probably it WAS a dangerous thing to do. "But if you must, go ahead. Tear my pretty blue eyes right out. Not like I would care. I'm a whore. Men take me not for my looks but just to have some fun." She said, watching him waiting for his response. She might have pushed him over the edge, and she really might lose her eyesight, But she didn't really care anymore. Not like she would have.

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[bg=636160][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,493,table] [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #171210;] simply, it seemed like there was a bird singing in my head, holding onto every false chord with such annoyance that i could barely bare it. i wanted to crack my skull and spread it apart so that the little bird could swallow enough courage to fly away and annoy someone else's brain with unhelpful activity, at least, that is what i thought of the painted female that stood so close to me. i knew simply that she wasn't a mere babe, but the way she acted so foolishly reminded me of young foals picking fun in red sand at home, but this wasn't home and the female was not a young filly. she called herself a whore, that was taken by men for fun and not for looks, and it seemed that she bought that. surely she had to have known that indeed she was a pleasant looking creature and any man would be lucky to bed such a small prize, but the way she sold herself grew to be such an annoyance. she spoke quickly and her words seemed to mold together. after awhile i grew bored of her constant nagging about how she wanted me to tear her eyes out, or how her mother had died long ago. who the fuck cares, i told myself as i looked beyond her and into the dark, snow laden lands. yes, that it, finally, she finished speaking out and i finally allowed my eye-level to compete with hers. i didn't say anything, i simply allowed myself to glare back at her. did she not know how much i dreaded to speak or hear of mindless blabber? did she not know that i was inches away from her? yes, yes, i moved closer to her, my chest even with her spine. my lips pressed gently again the small of her waist and i moved all the way up to where her neckline started, there i gave her a kiss then simply took a step back and peered down at her, wondering how the pretty lil' princess would react to my odd ways of approaching my annoyance. if, of course, she continued to speak like a fumbling mongrel, i may have to decide a different alternative then just sweet kisses on her frame, but if she had an ounce of wisdom within her, she would step forward, and try and understand the large fellow that didn't give her what he had promised. [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #332c27;] • complete: yes • muse: good • comments: ❤ [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #332c27;]talk:; [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; color: #171210;]walk:;

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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,PIXELS,table] Abrielle could tell he was annoyed. Though he made no sound. He must not have been one for chit chat. She could adjust, And her eyes flickered to look at his own one eye, which fixated and glared at her. She actually had to lift her neck as to evenly gaze at him, and even then it was a stretch. She stayed still then he began to move, Then she could feel his chest apon her flank, as he started to give her sweet kisses from there to her whithers, making her skin shiver. Then he stepped back and looked at her. Abrielle turned to look at him, a curious frown on her face, not that she was upset, but that he didn't tear her eyes out. Taking a step away from him, I then just watched. What was up with this guy. One second he was flaming pissed at me the next he was kissing my body. Maybe he was Bi-polar. She didn't believe that though, because there was still a hint of annoyance in his eye. Was that how he showed his irritation? By now she was overwhelmed with curiosity about this stallion. She stayed quiet, not really sure if she should speak or not, you could say that his behaviour baffled her. So, being left speechless she waited for him to make his next move.

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