Do nightmares ever end? (Looking Glass)

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Sharp intakes of air were being vaccumed into flared nares, blood raced through hot viens to be recycled in the core of the mayflowers bodice. Viberant emeralds darted around in confusion and loss as hardened mallets thundered across the earth, set with sudden fear and nightmares. This young bay filly was still regaining her train of thought and reality around her. Coming to a vicious skidding stop squeals from her throat littered the air as she came inches from plummeting to her death over the ledge below. Dial swiveling fast, eyes rolling in her skull, chest falling and rising in denial of letting her body calm down. Cold breezes stirred up from depths below sending chills course through Ulaina's sweat matted body. Mainly at the over lain joints of her elbows and hips with a bit covering her chest and base of her neck glisend in a white layer of sweat. Finally reality pulled her mind from a nightmare that haunted her so often, this time actually scaring her from her sleep into believing she was still a foal running for her life. They land around was still shadowed in darkness as there was only perhaps a half hour or so before rays of light would appear over the ridge. Where was this place that the filly had ran desperately to in the darkness, not traveling that far from the northern lands this was much different. Emerald orbs were finally adjusted to the darkness able to see vage illuminasions of her surrounding, rocks forming a high drop off cliff was recognized. Ulaina merely frightened herself at how far up she'd actually run, it was about 3/4s up the side and right at an edge she'd desperately stopped herself from plumeting off of. As her thoughts came together, keeping still looking down at the blackened void to the very bottom, seeing nothing but darkness. It reminded her much of her very life, there was nothing there only able to survive in fear since the day of witnessing her mother's death. Timidly taking hospitality from a mare long gone now, feeling terrible as if she were a burden till she could survive on solid grass. Wanting to make something of herself but not knowing how or where to start, having no guidance throughout her life to present a meaning of it. For the first two years of her life Ulaina had truly done nothing but live fearfully on her own barely making it through the seasons. It was evident in the bay's body that she was not even close to filling out, though two she still had the skinny frail look of a one year old with no help of milk. A rather pathetic look but then again it fitted her personality, timid and sorry for everything. Perhaps if one actually knew the poor girl they'd say she was even sorry for living life itself. All these thoughts ran through her mind as she looked down wondering if it'd matter to anyone if she took the final few steps forever off the cliff. Her mother was dead, she had no herd, what point did this little scrawny lump of equine flesh and bone have in the world. It'd only be cold and abandoning from here on out, why would it change. Ever so shakily did one of her front hooves creep inches forward to be teatering off the edge. Her simple cranium lowered as she gazed into darkness, oblivious to the world around her as she debated. Oblivious she was actually standing there for a long while as the sun was actually beginning to grace the day with its presence. Ulaina/Filly/American Mustang/1yr/Darkbay/15'1 [bg=959691] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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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...

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.xXx.[/color] Cerulean, avid orbs observed the sight of the sky beyond the massive draft as he stood atop the greatest point of the looming cliff, each and every exhale of breath casting a cloud of vapour about the male’s large mug, due to the crisp, morning air. The sky had just begun the transformation from night to day, and Looking Glass stood entirely unmoving for minutes on end, watching as ebony slowly dissolved into a lighter, gentle blue, and hues of red and orange splashed themselves across the canvas above him. It had been years, or so it felt like that long, since the male had observed such a foolish sight as dawn, and within moments Looking Glass found himself growing noticeably impatient. His entire, hulking frame thrummed with the need for activity, and the brute arches his resiliently muscled neck in response to such a tension-building emotion, before attempting to feel some sort of release with a forced, powerful snort.

Unfortunately for Looking Glass, such movements hardly satisfied the growing urges within his groin, but that was to be expected from a hormonal male, such as himself. It was Spring, after all, the brute’s favourite time of the year. Hormones raged within each and every equine of age, and though it drove most stallions to become lustful, doggish fools, the season also tended to drive mares into a more seductive, confident version of themselves, willing to whore their way into any willing male’s heart. It was something Looking Glass rather enjoyed, to be entirely honest, though only when he received some of this action. From the moment the scent of a mare in heat graced the male’s nares, his blood had begun to boil, and he found it increasingly difficult to keep himself in check.

Then again, Looking Glass didn’t give a shit what most equines thought of him.
So, fuck keeping himself in check. If he wanted the company of a mare, willing or not, he’d damn-well get it.

It was as such dangerous, dark thoughts flitted through the stallion’s clouded mind in which the sound of an incoming being caught his attention, causing both ears to flicker forwards, eagerly wishing to drink in the sound. The brute turned his large head, eyes critical, though slightly curious, before he caught sight of a female a ways down the crest. She was young, by the looks of it, with curves that were hardly defined, though held promise come the future. Looking Glass paused momentarily, nares flaring to the widest of their ability, only to come up with nothing. She wasn’t in heat. With the thought, a sick, twisted little smirk twisted upon the male’s lips.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t please him.

Wiping the expression from his features before the male began his pursuit, Looking Glass began to make his way down to the bay youngster, his eyes narrowed and hard, remaining firmly on the target. He was sure to be silent, moving with the utmost care in order to stay undetected, only before pausing several yards from the tiny mare, concealed by a thick shadow, cast by some larger rocks bearing down on the two. The filly stood dangerously close to the ledge, and for a moment, Looking Glass nearly felt concerned—however, not for the reasons you may believe. Whether or not this femme lived or died was certainly no concern to him. No, it was the fact he fully intended to take her innocence from her that had him hoping for her to stay put. Should she walk off the cliff, it would end in obvious death, thus leaving the stallion alone, and in need of release.

Clearly, this would not do.

Slowly, the stallion crept from the depths of the shadows that had so elegantly kept his form hidden, his head dipping into alignment with his scarred shoulders, eyes fixed upon the little girl before him. His graze travelled from her facial features slowly, carefully, down towards her barrel, and eventually her premature hips, feasting upon thoughts of what he hoped was soon to come. “I do hope you’re not considering jumping, Love.” He nearly purred, his gravelly, throaty voice dripping with hints of seduction. He knew well enough about the Equine race to know that, should an animal be considering jumping, they must have a reason for doing so. And, the stallion figured it had to do with one of a few possibilities; a tragedy, feeling entirely alone and unloved within the world, or being put in some sort of mentally harsh situation. But, with a simple glance of the female it was clear she seemed somewhat malnourished, and so sprung the idea that she had been neglected.

Perfect.

Looking Glass knew more than most about the manipulation of those in need; pretend to give them what they want, and they’ll stick by your side like a puppy, knowing little more then what you’ve told them. Looking Glass took a few, easy steps closer, before extending his mug to brush it along the mare’s barrel lightly, in attempt to coax her away from the ledge. The male’s ears nearly pinned as the touch caused adrenaline to race through his veins, though he was able to control himself, and act as composed as he normally would be. “Surely, a mare of your splendour wouldn’t choose such a pitiful demise.” And with that simple, manipulative little statement, Looking Glass knew she would turn out to be nothing but melted puddy in his palm.

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...

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Muse: Terrible
Notes: I didn't proof it, and I have a feeling it's terrible. Btw, sorry for his major perving. o.o[/blockquote][/size][/color]


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It seemed like hours to the little filly have staring into the dark oblivion, though it was only her thoughts dragging on and on. Why had no one cared to show her any love in this world, tormented every time she shut her eyes with the cougar attacking her mother. Taking away the one individual that had actually loved her, no one else caring to comfort her when it was obvious she had been struggling. I do hope you’re not considering jumping, Love. What would you care? Ulaina was so oblivious she hadn't even realized these words were not in her mind and actual male voice coming closer to her. Instead she thought it to be one of the various voices that were in her head trying to convince her otherwise. Ever so slowly the teetering hoof lifted shakily almost in debation of stepping forward or back. Suddenly she let out a squeal of fright as the lightest touch of something grazing her torso. Jumping back several feet from the ledge to finally see the intimidating massive black shadow before her, emerald optics widened at the sight. Harks flattend back in fear as her breath was quick with fright, stepping back again trying to take in this brute's size. Easily he was three hands higher than her, how had she not smelt his thick masculine musk that now she realized filled the air, in a way it was so intoxicating to such a frame minded creature. His very presence yelled power at her, being so black as the night with little white, Ulaina was almost wondering if he was the horse of death. A riper of sort amonst horses to take her away. Had she already jumped and not realized it? No the great gladiator's words were of a compliment of her, wait what? He thought her splended? This pour rack of bones hanging a bay pelt of it to dry like leather? "You must be mistaken....."Her voice small and disbelieving in his words, looking down and away. Not able to stand looking another in the face at all. "......this pathetic reason of life is a waist of your time to talk to." The star spotted facade was lowered below her shoulders, her body was finally breathing normally as her dark tail swished lightly side to side. All she wanted to do was run from the hulking presence, why would anyone care to even talk to her now, no one else had before. Nothing had changed as far as she knew, and being only two she knew her value to the world was less not able to provide a womb for stallions to plant their young. Ulaina/Filly/American Mustang/2yr/Darkbay/15'1 [bg=959691] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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