;:hidden amongst shadows;: {open!}

[magpie;:]

too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

ciuin loved the poppies in dusk. the way the purple reflected off their red petals, made her sigh in their beauty. and today was no different. as the dappled mare stood in the shade, a small smile was set upon her lips. she didn't often smile, but it was just one of those days. her head bobbed very slightly, to a song that was escaping her lips. an old lullaby from her homelands. "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry." the melody was slow, as the mare briefly closed her eyes. they soon fluttered open, as neighs echoed in her ears. she panicked for a split second, wondering if she was supposed to be doing something. a sigh of relief let out of her mouth, once she saw the source of the cries. just some mares scuffling, probably over a stallion. with a shake of her head, ciuin slowly made her way further into the shadows. she loved being there, somewhere she could peacefully think and dream. at this time, she was pondering over stallions. she had seen how stallions could change anything for mares. some mares would loose friends for the stallion of their 'dreams', hell some would ever kill their friends for one. it disgusted the dappled mare, remembering a certain incident. she was only a found filly, a yearling if she recalled correctly. she had been in her shelter, listening to the gossip of the other side. well, not gossip as such. arguing and a rough one at that. her ears had never been exposed to such vulgar language, and she had surely gained much from this incident. there was three mares. she had remembered that, from the tone of the voices. the mares were screaming at eachother, about a certain stallion. ruby red was his name, if she remembered correctly. but in the middle of the fight, a young voice had called for his mother. at that point, the argument was fierce. ciuin had heard hoof clash skin and teeth snap hair. then, a scream had followed the voice. a scream of bloody murder. then a thud. followed by a cry of a voice; 'my baby!'

everything after that was blank. a mental block if you wish. ciuin let out a faint whinny as she recalled the memory. her young self had not known what happened, but now she did. ciuin was still shaking her head, as she bent her head and touched her lips to the icy cold stream. she had just found herself there, after thinking of that memory. just instinct she supposed, often wandering over to this part of the stream. it was a peacful place, where the birds twittered and the waterfall could be heard faintly. a sudden yawn escaped her lips. ciuin hadn't noticed the sun going down so suddenly. she decided here was a nice place to take a nap. to she lowered herself down, front legs folding under her and back splaying out. ciuin tucked her head to her side and closed her eyes.

OOC: ihatethis.
Words: 502 {woah .-.}
Tags: <3

don't you cry

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[atrb=background,http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab360/GREYtheFLAILER/LGDARKTABLEMIDDLE.jpg] Looking Glass I’ll seek you out, Flay you alive, One more word and you won’t survive. And I’m not scared of your stolen power, I see right through you any hour... .xXx. It was days much like these, in which the brilliant, ebony stallion wasn’t nearly content with himself, nor was he very pleased with the on-goings about him. The equines that wandered the majority of this land had so far failed to catch his attention whatsoever, and despite Looking Glass’ longing to be entertained, his attempts always seemed inevitably in vain. He was a stallion that flourished when partaking in hectic, chaotic situations; not one that did well when he was left to himself, with nothing but the thoughts of his gruesome past to torment and mock him to an almost infuriating degree. It was, of course, for these exact reasons, in which the massive brute had decided to travel to an area he had heard was more densely populated and entirely unclaimed; a place where other equines, hopefully mares if Looking Glass had any sort of luck, would feel at home. Safe. And so, he’d claimed the land as his own, and was proud to flaunt that fact. If it drew more of a population, then so be it. A devilish little smirk nearly played across the hellion’s maw as such a thought entered his mind, but he was quick to bat the longing away, his expression continuing to stay firm; entirely unmoving. It would have been a beautiful scene to those sensitive, snivelling fools in which Looking Glass so despised; the summer had come without reservation or hesitation, leaving the lush earth beneath the stallion’s feet littered with poppies of varying hues, as well as flourishing wildlife, such as the occasional deer or bird. Trees loomed overhead in a rather forbidding, mysterious manner as the massive brute made his way through the smaller forest, his thick, broad body snaking through the obstacles with obvious ease. The cold wasn’t much to Looking Glass but a pest, due to great size and volume, and he was starting to miss the harsher winter months. He didn’t get cold often, and in fact, relished during colder times, as he felt more comfortable within his own skin. During the excruciatingly warm months of summer and late spring however, it tended to be rather irritating being forced to lug around a good amount of weight with him. The stallion tossed such nonsense, illogical thoughts away as soon as he realized he’d stumbled across such an idiotic mental pattern, before deciding to focus firmly on his surroundings. Hesitantly, the stallion came to a pause, his nostrils quivering with anticipation, ears flickering two and fro in desperation to catch something of interest. And, it was as he was doing so in which the intoxicating, feminine aroma of a mare graced his nares, successfully sending liquid adrenaline shooting through his veins. The male’s ears perked momentarily with the rather thrilling thought as Looking Glass tossed his head in an aggressive, haughty manner, before lifting both forefeet from the earth in a seemingly spontaneous half-rear. His hooves landed firmly on the earth below with a light thud, before the stallion’s back legs bunched beneath him, as the stallion took off in a quick, thundering canter, his hindquarters giving him a sudden, needed burst of outrageous power. After a moment his wild gait collected, turning into a gathered, powerful canter; each and every stride in tune, perfection. His hooves battered relentlessly against the lush surface beneath him as he did so, causing blades of demolished grass to flick out behind the stallion in a flashy, yet angry, display of power and grace. His mane and tail billowed lightly behind him due to his speed, and as the stallion ran, his air changed rather dramatically, into one of dominance; strength. He was a resilient, magnificent specimen, and he knew it. Looking Glass, for the majority of his life, had been a male that wasn’t afraid to flaunt what he had going for him, and power was one of them. It radiated from his very frame with the way he walked, the way his neck arched so regally, his nose brushing softly against his muscled chest. It was an intimidating display that came all too naturally to the stallion; he was created to be frightening, a monster. And, his body showed it. It wasn’t long before the male finally approached the clearing, his gait slowing dramatically as he burst from the shelter of the surrounding trees, extending twigs snapping without a moment’s notice, as his large frame ploughed through the brush and into the meadow with a series of loud, cracking and snapping noises. He came to an abrupt halt then, nostrils flaring with both adrenaline and anticipation, before casting a wild glance about him, tail flicking savagely against his sides as he did so. Would he be in the company of another, shortly? The stallion could only hope luck was on the menu for today. It was as he looked around him, cerulean eyes narrowed and hungry, in which he caught sight of a mare. She was a pretty little thing to say the least, looking smaller then himself somewhere in the 15hh range, with a dappled pelt and a sickeningly delicious shape. She appeared to be younger, more so then Looking Glass as least, and asleep. The male’s eyes took on a suddenly devious quality, alighting with a fire of brewing devilish intentions. Slowly, carefully, the hellion began to stalk forwards, head dipping so his muzzle nearly graced the ground, and ears splaying flat against his skull. The sun had long ago begun to sink beneath the horizon, and the growing darkness gave him a rather ghastly appearance, his marred, scarred body sticking out against the beautiful backdrop behind him. Looking Glass hardly fit in such a splendid place, and he knew it. Finally, when the male was but a few feet away from the mare, he let out a sudden, forceful snort, enough to rouse her from her sleep. It was uncalled for, and even as the male spoke, his expression remained unmoving. “Wandering blindly into a stallion’s territory is a recipe for sure disaster, Love.” He spoke easily, his gravelly, throaty voice dripping with lustful tones and his boyish charm. I’m taking it slow, Feeding my flame, Shuffling the cards of your game. And just in time, In the right place, Suddenly I will play my ace... Words: 1, 081 Muse: Good! Notes: Haha, he's creepin. I believe Bailey thought about bringing in her mare, as well! C:

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I stood perched, at the ready for anything, at the edge of the fields among fields of poppy, shifting gently in the slight breeze, lifting in time with my flowing mane and tail. The scenery was quite beautiful at this time of day, but I wasn't quite in the mood to appreciate it. In fact, I just wanted to go for a run. Nothing new about me, though. It was a fact of life. This mare loved to run.

A sharp snort broke the silence and my head swivelled, or for a better term, whipped around to angrily search out what had penetrated the silence that I held so dearly. In fact, the silence was my compelete and utter high, the thing that held me close to the Earth. My ears pinned to the back of my head, folding to signal that now I was pissed off. My tail lashed angrily back and forth, orbs glowing with hate.

I glared around the field, gaze alighting on Looking Glass and a mare that I didn't recognize. She wasn't a part of the herd. Maybe I wasn't that in-tune with the other horses around me, but at least I could faintly recognize who was there and who wasn't. Briefly contemplating whether or not I should pick my way over there, I was distracted momentarily by the amount of beautiful I could crush in the process. So, collecting myself I began to lope towards them, deliberatley crushing petals in the process. I stopped a few yard behind Looking Glass, not daring to step any nearer.