Searching For You.

[.:Thorn]

I can feel you. Feel you all around me. Surely your just behind me, just out of sight, just out of reach. Why can't I find you? My heart longs for you. It reaches out and whimpers gently for you. Why don't you answer? I'm lost. I'm scared. Your not here. You touch is haunting me, burning through my veins. Pulsing, pushing, needing. Your taking over me. Your all around me, within me, touching me, kissing me, torturing me, pushing me. Your not here. I'm alone. It's all light. It's all dark. It's cold. It's warm. I don't know any more. Who's to say, how I feel? How I breathe? How I live? All I can do is you. All I do is you. Why aren't you here? Your crashing down on me.
Eyes of dark chocolate flashed open as the light peeked over the mountains. "Good morning my love." It murmured, brushing against her ears with a touch as soft as a butterfly. The light tickling her dozy brain awake. Pulling her sense alive. Back to reality. And as she had everyday she pinned her ears back at it's presence, knowing it only was bringing false hopes. Hopes that it's whispering would be true and that it would bring new beginnings. Happiness. Oh the lies that lay on the sun's face, no one understood it but her. No one could truly know but her. She who had looked to it every morning believing that surely it must speak truth. "Patience, my dear." It would whisper again, this time pushing her mind awake, chunks of gold bearing down on her sleepy eyes. Time to get up and go again. Less hatred, less regret. More light heartiness, more joy.
Rays of light stretched out across the expanse of the water's surface, the other shore long lost in the horizon, the ocean seeming to go on forever. It's crystals reflecting it's god's holy light with such a passion one could lose themselves in it's beauty. Painting the sky's world upon it's surface, flects of pink, tinges of orange dancing in delight. Sunrise. Sunrise. White sand began to gleam in the god's light, warming to it's touch, embracing it's return like a lost lover till it burned to the touch. Low tide creeping just around the corner, sinking into the vast mass leaving small creatures along the wet sandy shores. Rocks, shells, and all sorts of treasure unmasking it's self to harshness of the morning's air. Cool and brisk still, yet welcomed with the rays of sunlight. A perfect mixture of warmth and cold blended together. Spring it called. Time of birth and renewal. Lies.
Heaving her last sigh of the day she shook out her powerful head. Get the blood moving, time to sleep has passed. The musky layer of pain and sadness falling under a layer of pride and snobbish gleam in her dark eyes. Body that had quivered at the idea of rising stood strong now. Her breast pushing out, her shoulders back, her eyes rising to meet those of all around her. She was alive. She was here. Beating forward she played her own game, her own theme song. The world bending to her will, if she wanted to turn right, the world would have to change to fit that need. She never questioned, never offered, she demanded, and she received. No one, nothing stood in her way, that was just how it went. Like it or not.
She was a tangle of colours, a declaration of her insanity playing across her speckled body. Splashes of white, pokes and tinges of roan. shadowing of black, cream of nail polish, black dye for hair, and pink lip-gloss. A powerful head upon a strongly set neck and well defined breasts. Well used legs lead her forward in a three beat lope. Flomp. Flomp. Flomp. Muscular hindquarters pushing her forward over the vast land of sand, kicking up flakes of grain behind her. Each foot finding a place over the unbalanced land, seeming to float over holes and patches. An easy, bending gait zigzagging back and forth towards the salty waters. Home her memory purred as she inhaled deeply the smell of ocean, of fish. Home, her heart broke, but only she would know. A goddess didn't show pain.

[Yuki |Daku|]

It was always so cold when the fireball set, just like the land was thrown into a dark void of ice that was as inescapable as his mind. His realm liked to play these games with him, burning him alive during the day, slowly cooking him under its glare and preparing him for the vultures meal before sending his body into disarray as the silver light of the sky rock dropped the temperature dramatically so that he felt almost paralyzed with shock. Why was it like this? It was as though the whole world was against him. Ha, now that was a very selfish view point but that's what it felt like. He only had one years experience with others before his whole life was ripped away from him. When he thought back upon it his realm reflected one of his most dreaded days. The cold of the night slapped him in the barrel, causing his lungs to tighten painfully just as the sudden wash of cold water had when he was thrown overboard. His body wasn't dead then, he just couldn't find anything to move for. Jam packed on that floating metal creature, unable to locate any creature he knew and feeling himself slowly getting crushed by the pushing bodies of others. His body wasn't dead though his hopes no longer burned. It was that sudden shock of stinging water that jump started his mind and his legs kicked out, the tide aiding in pushing him toward the shore. Those were the last fearful memories he had before he allowed consciousness to slip from his mind.

Nares flared as he breathed out the breath he had been holding as memories crashed over his over active mind. Those memories squeezed his chest painfully and made him momentarily forget about the pain he had suffered and which had haunted him every time he blinked and a second of darkness fell over the world. He felt he had to leave his herd land tonight, he had to seek some sort of comfort and that comfort was the shore that had marked a new chapter in his life. Hooves moved automatically beneath him, following the well memorized path he had walked so many times. Until recently he had no contact with others and he was still feeling odd when the thought of seeking comfort from them came to him. He was paranoid that they would question him, judge him wrongly when all he wanted to do was stand silently and let his thoughts leave his mind. In the gray hours of pre-morning he appeared almost normal. His hide was black, the flecks of blue were not visible in the low light and thus the light was not strong enough to create the brilliant blue sheen upon his eyes. During these gray hours he could almost appear normal, if his lips weren't pursed with heavy emotion and his eyes glazed with disliked thought.

His movements came to a cease as he topped the highest sand dune that marked the start of the shore land. The sucking sand under his hooves was familiar, cold and compact unlike the hot and ever moving earth of his herd land. The sun was beginning to rise as he remained still, allowing the salty breeze to run long fingers through his dark mane, tugging lightly at the knots and throwing it to the sky, not letting the strands fall back against his nape. The creeping light slowly chased away the gray hours, slowly painting the land as vibrantly as the pastel clouds that slowly moved across the horizon, sending a pink and gold glow onto the water. Soon the whole world will be vibrant, most creatures will be awake and more eyes will be able to judge him. Just before the sun his his eyes dark lids closed, preventing the blue from being seen as he tried to pretend the sun wasn't rising, that it would never rise again and he would be able to forever wander the stillness of the darker hours but that would be nothing but a dream until he died. The sun was warming his body, catching the lighter white and blue hairs upon his coat and making them stand out against the ebon base. Just once he wanted to taste normality, just once he wanted to feel secure in himself, just once he wanted to stop hearing the laughter in the wind and the heart beat of the land.

Eyes were slowly revealed, glowing a brilliant blue in the direct light. That was no heartbeat of the land, it was too fast, too energetic for something just waking. His skull turned slightly as he spotted the multi-hued creature loping across the sand, seeming to play games with the small ebbing waves that reached for her then retreated in defeat though trying again determinedly. What was another doing here at such an hour? While the tide was high the sharks fin sliced the surface, waiting for any creature daft enough to enter their territory. Was she playing a game with danger? Or just unknowing of the deadly creatures that waited until being driven away by low tide? Or was there just another reason all together that the stallion shall never comprehend? Harks flickered forth, optics set upon her in curiosity as he watched on silently.

[.:Thorn]

The heavy sighs of the ocean were her heart beat, her story. Swooping in, kissing the shore line then pulling out, swooping in, allowing just a taste then pulling out. Swoosh. Birth. Swoosh. Peace. Swoosh. Hatred. Swoosh. Love. Swoosh. Abandonment. Swoosh. Life. It pulled her forward, drawing her closer and closer, to the point where the two would meet, kissing each other, embracing each other. The mother lapping at her hooves, surrounding them in the cruellest of cold, grabbing with translucent hands. “I missed you!” It would cry. “I need you!” They would cry.
And oh, how she wanted to just dive in, allow those hands to pull her under, to wrap themselves around her, hug her, burn her eyes, her lungs, search his nostrils, fill her ears. Oh, how sweet their embrace would be, mother and daughter long last reunited. More holy then the sun, more powerful then the wind, who else could be called her mother but the ocean?
Her heart sped in delight as the sting of the ocean seem to electrocute her, jolting her heart back into motion. CLEAR! And she reached out to mother’s face seeming to kiss it’s surface before bucking out and recoiling back to the sandy shores. Nostrils inhaling all she could, the salt her drug, and she couldn’t get enough of it. The smell was intoxicating, filling her mind with memories, of love, of regret, but mostly, longing. Longing for what the ocean had once meant, home. Her eyes engulfing the sparkling water as it reached out for her once more, but she could only run from it. Was it fear? Fear of what it meant? Fear that just maybe she did need something, that she did have a weakness? Fear that maybe today she wouldn’t be able to fight it anymore.
And as the tide pulled away she would loop back around to chase after it, a new fear jolting in her lungs as she raced full force after it. “Don’t leave me!” She nearly cried out in utter fear. “Not you too.” Then they would crash into each other, an explosion of love, before she would rear up as to not be swallowed by it’s depths and race out of it’s grip once more.
The world around the two seemed to have stopped, as if knowing this moment was special. The reuniting of mother and daughter. It seemed even the trees had stopped breathing to watch, watch a moment of love, yet of pain. Everything around them holding their breathe, waiting for that one moment where the two would finally fully grasp each other. The mare’s petite body lost in the mass of the mother’s as it suffocated her in it’s cries of joy, but never to fully destroy it’s daughter.
When the almost game would have stopped surely would have been when her lungs coughed and her legs crumble, for self control wasn’t needed in a time like this. She needed to binge, like a coke addicted she never could get enough. Surely she would say “This is the last time we touch.” Then come back for more, never enough, always wanting more. Something had to fill that gap of loneliness, what better then the one true thing that never went away? That always came back?
But there was an interruption, a fleck of something that didn’t belong that was caught in the corner of her eye. A creature like her self, standing, watching like the rest of the world. Half engulfed in her drug she stopped, cold waves crashing down on her, trying to pull her deeper in, trying to take better grip upon her but failing. Strong limbs holding her still as dark eyes stared at the stallion with at first shock, then shame, then again snobbish pride. Her head rising, her neck arching, eyes narrowing on him, biting into his own. The death grip, “What do you want?” They snarled. "Who invited you?" As if he had come upon some private, important event, or witnessed something that his eyes should never have seen.

[Yuki |Daku|]

The stallions harks flickered upon his skull in confusion. What was the other doing? At this time in the morning the water would still hold the bitter sting of a cold night and add the salt into the equation and the sensation would be barely tolerable. For a moment he let his optics wander from the other, scanning over the lightly rippling surface further out. He couldn't see the fins that usually cut the water in these warmer months. Maybe it was too early for the beasts of the water to migrate to this shore? Feeling eyes upon him the stallion looked back down, meeting the gaze of the femme. She didn't seem happy with his presence. Had he interrupted a special moment for her? Was the shore a source of comfort for her like it was for him or was it even deeper than that? Her eyes tried to bore into him though he refused to look away even if his somewhat shy and paranoid nature urged him to step back, to retreat down the opposite side of the sand hill and let her have her privacy. Momentarily the wind changed, tugging his dark veil toward the shore line, pushing upon his hunches in an attempt to get him moving. He had come here to find comfort in the crashing waves and compact sand and if there was another doing the same he would have to share this realm.

Tugging a hoof from the sand that attempted to suck him into the dune and placed it upon the down slope. Small particals of sand tumbled away from the weight placed upon the dune, threatening to crumble away from beneath the stallion. The instability of this slope could have warded other creatures off though the stallion had raised himself within the desert lands so shifting sand was nothing new to him. His second hoof followed, the dune hungrily eating them an trying to draw the stallion into it. Stepping forth once again he pulled his hunches under him, making the stallion slowly slide down the slow, pulling his hooves out of the sand each time it tried to pull him down further. As a foal he often made a game out of sliding down the dunes here and in his desert home though it had been quite a while since he had allowed his foal hood practices be used in his current life. As he reached the bottom of the dune he rose to stand once more, lightly shaking his pelt to lose the grains of sand that clung to him, a whip of his tassels sending a light shower of sand out behind him. It was a somewhat graceful descent though he was starting to doubt going against his cautious instincts.

It was only a few strides between the wet sand at the base of the dune and the crashing waves though he didn't close the distance. The glare of the femme had warned him that he was possibly intruding though he felt he may attempt to associate with another. Last time he had attempted to socialize he had reduced himself to feeling as though he were nothing more than a fool. He thought that possibly if he made this a successful encounter he could make it up to himself, slowly rebuilding his own trust in his diminished social abilities. He dipped his skull deeply in greeting to the femme and also somewhat in apology if he had interrupted something. "May I be as bold as to assume that this is to be a somewhat bright morning?" His voice was somewhat held back though still loud enough to be heard over the rush of the waves.

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[.:Thorn]

Eyes of cold watched. Watched his every movement, the flick of a muscle, the sigh of a breathe, every muscle movement, the collecting and expanding, the bulge, that crease, the curve. Investigating, not a single thing missed under her scan. As if he was an unsolved case where she would prove him guilty to the world by one simple mistake
All the data was being collected and all the numbers were adding up and it wasn't looking like the stallion knew what he was doing. It was obvious he hadn't taken her warning to get the hell out. Had he no senses at all? Surely one could feel the sudden empty of the air, like someone had sucked the oxygen right out of the air. The way her mood had changed from joyous pain to cruel hatred. Had he not received the memo? It seemed everyone else had. They all had added up the scolding eyes, the tense body, the snobbish body posture. They had added their numbers up well and come up with the message, leave.
Had she lost her touch? Had she softened within her years alone? Maybe it was her who wasn't putting across the message properly enough? But wasn't the world still bending to her? Weren't the trees still seeming to bow in her presence? Didn't the sun hit just the right spots to glorify her speckled body? Surely she was just as strong as she was before.
With a clenched jaw, and unfeeling eyes she pounded forward. Now, the ocean seeming to separate around her, laying out the red carpet for her to walk on. Like a crowd parting for it's superior. Each step that would other wise be painful from the harsh cold were displayed as if they were an act of breathing. Muscles that ached were forced with a make believe ease to function. Show no fear. Show no pain. Was that not the way of the world?
Eyes of steel never left his blue body, the spot light was on and it was time to show case whatever he had to offer. Like a shopper she eyed him almost greedily, ripping apart his features, defining what she liked and what she didn't like. Prying and pulling, pushing and needing. The sting of a thousand bees resting in what some would simply call eyes. The world's ignorance to the power of simple eyes was always disappointing. How they lashed out and bit at him with venom, no one had invited him anyway.
Curving to circle about him slightly, she kept the same distance he had chosen to give her. No one was in a hurry for contact. Her painted toes sliding out of the ice water, where she would stop and shake her mane out as if it were a hot summer day and she had just enjoyed a pleasant swim. All in some cocky way of displaying her self, flexing muscles that didn't need to be flexed, curving and stretching more then necessary. Wasn't it all about image?
His voice was played to the world, lyrics that drummed just a note higher then the hum of the ocean. But they had no meaning, no, that was a lie. They had meaning, so many meanings and different ways of taking them that one could get lost in trying to pry apart exactly what it was he trying to get at. A play on her actions maybe? Or maybe an insult towards her hostile behaviour? Was he trying to be ironic? Or was it just dry and senseless as those before him? And so it would seem it was just a comment about the weather, surely this stallion couldn't be smart enough try for anything deeper.
Eyes that had pulled away from him to scan the world now fell back on to him in laziness, as if he was just another piece of scenery. One ear cocked to the side, while the other swivelled towards him. Powerful head cocking to the side, an eyebrow that wasn't there raising.
"What is this? Some form of pleasantry I'll be so bold as to assume?"
Her voice hummed the same gleam as his own, mimicking how he had sounded in a form of polite rudeness. Her jaw setting in annoyance as soon as she spoke, non-existent eyebrows raising in a somewhat challenge. This was her space now, and you are trespassing.