CaN yOu SeE tHrOuGh ThE FoG?

[Ember]

Rain flooded the ground beneath her daggers, large puddles stepped upon, wet cool drops of dew stuck to her bay coat. She was soaked to the core, the constant winds of the heavens above soaring next to her chilled hide, streaks of frigid bitter coldness ran throughout her bones. But yet it didn't show upon her face, her body, or even the way she walked onwards.. Why you may ask? It was her life. Always dampened by the thick wet rain covering her coat, the sun never revealing it self long enough to dry her hide.

Ember continued to walk endlessly until she had reached her destination, a top of a large rather steep hill. Why was her destination upon this rather empty hill? Well why not? She had no where to go, not that she minded. She hadn't had a place to go to since she was three, a long year ago. Now she had stumbled across this small terra, but it was deserted from the storm bruelling behind her.

No mares were to be seen, no stallions for that fact either. Good.. Just as I like.. Ember snickered to herself. Lightning lit the sky behind her, thunder slapping the sky. The wind gathered in intensity, the rain starting her hit her rough hide sharper.. The storm was approaching.

Ember's icy orbs searched the deserted plain, her sight revealing nothing about the terra. Her auds were at rest, the contsant thunder not seeming to bother the fea. They were neither pinned nor perked, just rested for now until a need of hearing approached. Though Ember was skeptical of the need, for what brute would travel to a claiming field at wretched times as these?

ooc: I understand Dragon is grounded but i've been waiting patiently for a week and a half, and no one have posted because they've been waiting for Dragon to post. So please don't just "reserve a spot".. just post

[Rage~+~Aros]

Im gonna reply, but it's going to be a recycled post *sorry*

~ Fine fine fine lol it will be new,but it's gonna take longer

[Promise Broken]

By the stroke of the wind it was its simple course that brought the scent of a femme to him, a lonely wandering stallion who learned his ways fromt eh carnivores of the lonely nights. Twas only by stroke of lighting that his form was visible and it was by stroke of luck that he should come upon her, equally blackened by the covering clouds. His form not meneacing, yet he was not of complete innocence either. Striking towards her he let his head fall then jerk upwards as he brought attention to himself. He was not one of many words and thus he was a quiet foe to be followed. He struck a walk towards her, continuing to strike his head towards, her not aggressively, but passively at first. He wanted acknowledgement and then conversation. He wanted approached and slowly demanded respect. Nothing much, he had only just come upon her and was so to say, checking out the form within the storm.

His eyes glimmered not with cunning fire, as the usual, but with a dying curiousity. As was the natural impulse, was it not. Curiousity was a comming misconjecture as folly, but infact it was wisdom. Why assume that something be good or bad, or anything at all, twas curiousty that told us what everything was. Was it not the curious mind that searched the cave for shelter, or looked within the shade of an elm to find the sheltering cool shade? Twas all a part of the great intelligence of Soleil's being. Silence of the storm, he be. The lightning that stricks at first with silence then booms its presence with powerful thunder, that wreaks havoc upon teh heavens. His presence was permanent, his cunning deceiving his power masked. He was an unpredictable, and thus far was one to be respected just in such.

[Ember]

will respond ltr.. i just made a long reply and my stupid computer lost it!!!

[Ember]

Orbs wander silently across the grounds, as thunder cracks along the sky. Swift crackles are heard as the storm draws nearer. Auds rest, neither pinned nor perked quite yet. A harsh wind gathers her bodice as her banner and mane take to the winds heed. Her banner flips, whip like sounds coming from the individual fibers hitting roguely against her rump. If there was blood, it wouldn't have been seen, for as it emerged it would be dissoluted by mother natures striking water. The rain stung like a swift knife pinning rapidly into one's coat, but not hard enough to cut into the flesh. Forelock ran over one orb as lightning strung across the sky, improving her vision for a brief second. A dark frame caught at her orbs, but it soon was hidden again by darkness. Forelock ran from her orbs, behind her resting auds. Light emerged again as the figure was silently cursed to be seen. Auds pinned sharply against her dmapened skull, banner fighting fiercer yet, from both mother nature and her own cause.

Orbs narrowed as the brute was seen coming her way. Half of Ember wished to smirk.. he would be seeking his own torment if he came towards her, but the other half held a fierce glower. Brutes were nothing but trouble, and only wanted mares for their own amusement. A twisted smirk played at her desolate features, orbs flashing dangerously. Lone dagger struck the earth with venom as the mud seemed try to take it into the earth's core. Dagger pulled from the soil as the vix readjusted her weight, muscles tensing with hardly a notice. Words didn't vocalize yet, if he wished to fall into her trap.. he would do it on his own will..

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ooc: sry it took a while.. really buzy

[Promise Broken]

He had no patience to deal with the stubborn. He wasn't going to coddle any soul within his herd. Watching her with emotionless eyes he saw her reaction to him through the black. It didn't encourage him, in fact it brought great annoyance to the black beast. His patience was a low tide as of now. His head filled with mares who demanded that they be held in high regards and standards when they did nothing to prove that they were worth anything, and had any right to act as they did.

He was not impressed nor dishearted by her reaction to his approach and his own mirrors of expression were blank, for he seemingly to her held none. No apparant conclusion could be made by his appearance. They beleived they knew, all - atleast some did. Thinking themselves arogant and all powerful. As if they truly beleived that they could master a stallion in the end. The powerful eye teeth within the back of the jaw were danger enough. For mares had no such attribute. They had no shear strength that the stallion form did. They were merely high strung and it got them no where. Soleil was one who desided his enemy and friend by respect. He gave none upon default, he desired proof that one should deserved to be considered anything above, mere life. There was respect in his eyes but not for her. It was for the god that had molded her, it was for the life that breathed into her and escaped out of her; but no respect was given for her. Until proven otherwsie, she deserved none.

This did not make Soleil a mean, arogant, or malicious brute. He was simply wise in ways others chose to ignore. If a mare was worht paying attention to, then they would show it.

Pulling himself from the analysis of this mare he focused on her as he came within a few spaceous feet of her standing presence. He tossed his head in a tiresome manner and snorted deeply. The simple expression that allowed her to know he was not impressed nor intimidated. He was not one to force. It made life so much more difficult than it needed to be. Yet he would not stand for ignorance and be made fool of. Thus he remained silent and glared out at her with cold, emotionless gaze. His body language placid and quiet. He was a hard figure to dismantle. He had intilect that was near unmatched. He had a great respect for life... and as such had a way of thinking that was odd and unique - making the great black bay... unpredictable.

Dare she attempt to play games with him?

... would be unwise...

[Ember]

Orbs soak in the scorched frame as the onyx brute came yet closer. Auds never wished to rise, for she had no wish for him to be closer to her. No matter how displeasing and rude one tried to be, brutes never left one alone.. Could he not see she didn't want to be tampered with? Or was he really that blind and foolish? She acted in this way not to gather any attention but to reflect it away from herself. There would come a time in which she would draw attention, but it wasn't now. She had never had a liking to brutes, or any of her spieces. She was best untampered and untamed. Brutes never cared for their vixes, it was like a sport to them. To see how many they could get and keep for themselves, how many they could reproduce with, and how big their herd could grow.. It was a never ending sport, and Ember wasn't one foolish enough to be drawn in. They all thought that mares were weaker and less cunning.. True most were weaker, but all had thoughts and feelings and weren't a mere toy that you played with and then threw to the back of your collection when it grew boresome. Perhaps one was laied to strike the thought that that was only her opinion, that she had never given a chance to a stag.. Then they were wrong again, she used to be a light carefree mare. But the more stags she put her trust in, the more would take advantage of her and her trust. They were the thoughtless brutes that had shaped her into what she had become... They had forced her to live the torment that she lived upon now. And now they would pay. Perhaps not in the ways in which she dreamed, being slayed by none other than herself.. but in a vow that she would never let another tame nor gain her trust again. True, she was sassy, and that too had come on its own accord.. She was dark, it ran through her veins, pulsed through her heart.. Lights trusted and were weak.. Dark weren't. Or at least not true darks.

Mind snapped back out of thought as the onyx stag made no attempt upon stopping. Orbs narrowed fiercely, as her dagger struck out again roguely. Dial tossed angrily as her front daggers skimmed the ground breifly before returning to the earth's tender crust again. A snort was heard by the stag but he made no will to speak to her. Orbs glared with hot intensity into his own, auds back against her skull, ivories bared beneath her velvety lips. Nares flared slightly as his scent soaked into her nasals. He carried himself in a powerful manner, as if one not to be messed with, but this didn't faze her. It was his own fault that he had walked to her, she had made her intent clear, but he chose to ignore her strong warnings... He would get no more chances.. No more spares.. If it was her he wished upon, it was the real her he would get.. Lips coiled as vocals cut swiftly into the strong air, ivories breifly shown in the lightnings glare.

What do you want?

She hissed venomously. It was short and sweet, but still said without a bit of fear. No fear ran through her artieries, nor through her vocals. You only lived once, and she wouldn't drag herself so low to beg of mercy to a petty stag. She wasn't at fault here.. He had bothered her, he had come to her, he had gotten warning.. But now, he would get none. He wanted her.. But he wouldn't get that far..

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[Promise Broken]

Ahh... the stereotype of the stallion breed. Twas an unfair label. Soleil in general was not a cruel, malicious nor arrogant fool. Yes he beleived in his mastery adn yes, he felt of himself highly, but he gave respect where respect was due. It was harder though now with the torrent of the storm overhead and the low patience that dwindle upon a slender thread. All was precarious of this point. Yet he watched her, emotion blank, eyes seemingly uninterested. He did not seem to come to claim, though that was his intent. Perhaps he came only to see and meat, to ponder in conversation. Yet form the mares he had seen and the ones he had come across he knew that the mares of this realm did not give respect in the same way he did. He gave respect to life and gave respect to the soul, when it was due. It was not that he disrespected the mare before him. It was more of slight dissappointment that she should think so little of him, before even knowing his true intent or nature. Twas sad that some were as such. The stereotype was strong within many whom where here. Some mares lived in fear, some reacted to fear with aggression, thus seeming fearless. Yet this one did not. Though this might puzzle many a stallion, Soleil knew the reason. Though the reason for what - even he could not fully comprehend. He wasn't here to force her to come with him, was not his way. He wasn't a bully, nor arrogant fool like he found Aros to be, but he did have his moments. Yet her aggression continued even when he pulled to a halt at a comfortable distance from her. He respected her slightly now, though was still quite riled by her visciousness. Not in a fearful manner, but in more of annoyance. He had other matters of life upon his back and he did not wish to frivle his time away with something that could possibly be a pointless effort. He was willing to offer her the protection of a herd. He knew the lands of the wild and knew that danger lurked in every forsaken shadow that ran between the trees and rocks, the stones and the clouds. He knew there were safety in numbers, and one could not last forever upon a dying hope that one would live to see the sun rise yet another day.

Again he'd demand nothing from her, but her alliegence should she in the end choose to follow. But the key word be simply that; choose.

Hearing her venomous words, he sighed... hearing no fear in her voice, but the tone was thick with distrust and... possible hate? He could alomost see the label that she had already plastered upon him, it was not a difficult sign to read. In truth, he could understand her reaction to him, if she was given a good reason. But he knew not the reason nor why so he'd assume nothing.

One could call Soleil, niether dark nor light. Was foolish to think of the horse breed within a type. Unpredictable, life was full of evil's and good, and many a time the two mixed into something not quite positive, nor negative. He wished only others would see this as folly... To assume was to be wrong.

Yet he listened to her, nor did he respond right away to her cold poison. Nor did he approahc, or become a malicioius figure. He was not insulted, nor was his pride damaged by what she said. He was understanding one could say... hew knew that sometimes there were certain reasons for certain reactions. Of course, Soleil was a stallion and had stallion like prowess and ego, but he never let them cloud his vision or logic.

Suddenly he replied...

|| Desire and want, are two very different things ||

The words were cryptic, but they were gently, kind was not the word however. They were still strict... he was not to be toyed with nor batted around like some pompus jerk who was run by pure testosterome (((sp? - I know I didn't spell that right, lol))).

He lay his bid, offer his position... it was her descision whether to trust him... he knew he could never force her mind to accept him. Perhaps he could force her into submission, but it wasn't a fancy of his to pick fights that had no real purpose other than to make both combatants miserable.

[Ember]

Onyx hide further approached her, and at first for a brief second, her poise almost seemed calm... But the storm revolved inside her, the one caused by mother nature was far less threatening.. What was she thinking? Already she had lost her touch, without even a word to the stallion, she was already calmed. Dial jerked, as if feverently reminding herself to breathe, and let the monster inside her unleash, unstead of being viley chained up. Dial tossed up, dark blood flowing back into her veins, as if it had momentarily forgotten to flow... Forgotten all of which all stags had done to her.. to ruin her.. This one would be treated no differently, all had a purpose, both brutes and vixs, but that purpose she didn't like. Some stags honestly expected to be able to tame a mare, and force her into control. Though Ember had to admit, the ones who tried were usually farther in success than the onese who didn't. Though obviously, none had succeeded or she wouldn't have her daggers planted upon this exact hearth right now.. now would she? Anger and torment for her lifes run pushed her farther, like adreneline pushed an athlete into the last lap.. But this was much more powerful, this type of anger never ceased, and honestly, Ember was quite glad it didn't.. It made her see how weak one could be if they didn't try to control anything, how easily they were trapped. But now, we're clearly getting off subject m'dear.. Best remember the brute who is ahead of you now..

Orbs seemed to flash as the lightning did, vile hitting her bodice like a bolt. The onyx brute was stil coming closer, inspite her warnings.. Now there would be none. But just as her mind closed upon a fresh thought of vengance, vocals hit her auds.. So we've finally started speaking have we? She hissed silently, tossing her nares into the air. Auds didn't attempt to rise as his flat voice caught at her hearing... Desire and want, are two very different things Oh they are.. are they? Lips coiled as vocals pierced the stormy air, harsh winds carrying her snappy message tih even greater velocity than which she had spat it out...

Quite they are, but I doubt the only reason you came here was to enjoy the scenery.. What are you saying.. Do you desire me? Or do desire to be abused by mother nature?

She hissed coldly. She knew his true response, for none would be so stupid to come out just to enjoy the harsh weather. Not even a dark stag would do such thing, for he'd be doing something more in benefit to himself. Dial snapped yet again, as nares flared up, temper rising by the second. Without waiting his reply, haunches swung out, a smooth 180 pivot on the forehand was seen. Right as her swing motion had slowed, which was but a half of a second after the motion, back pistons shot from underneath her. Daggers unsheathed swiftly, after recoiling beneath her again. Front end lashed to the brute, covering her backend in case he decided to do anything stupid. Perhaps that warning was big enough to get through his thick skull that she didn't want to be tampered with. Or perhaps he was more foolish than she had expected.. either way she was ready..

Muscles tensed beneath her, as her orbs locked onto his again. Auds layed against her slender skull, as if protecting it.. Daggers locked onto the muddy earth beneath her, but were ready to move if action was needed. It was too dark to see if she had hit her mark.. And seeing her opponent was black, didn't help her vision upon seeing if she had made a scar on his hide. Now the choice was on his daggers.. Would he take heed.. or try again?

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[Promise Broken]

Soleil was no fool, and thus did not hold so much confidence in himself to completely disregard the body language of teh other. Twas his main speech, was the body. Each movement each flutter of the heart communed to him to alert him to mood changes, to hatred, to love, to passion, and commitment. Was it truly worth it for her to try and surprise him and be rid of him, but striking out. He could see it in her eyes as well. The preperation the mental solution as she thought over her plan. Was a quick flare in her eyes that warned him. Was the quick shift of her shoulder lining that confirmed his assumptions. Thus being a swift and fluid stallion he reared upwards, throwing his weight to the side. Under all pretense he should ahve been able to avoid an attack he knew to expect formt he moment he came forward, but he'd had not that much preliminary warning. No. Thus her strike, came fast. HIs knowing kept him from taking it fully, but her hind did graze the naval of his neck to shoulder. It was a glance and he bounded a few paces out of reach, avoiding her as she turned around with jaw seeking flesh. He had no interest in striking back. He had but to wait, wait for her to realize he meant her no ill will. He wasn't going to use brute force to subdue her. It didn't appeal to him, the mastery of stallion over mare by tooth and fore. He understood the status level as stallion over mare, but it meant nothing when it came to treatment and abuse or care.

His steps quickened and he spread himself away from her. His head falling low than jerking upwards in one savage motion that portrayed a mere more fire in his attitude. He didn't apreciate her sudden attack. He'd done nothing to her, and thus his savage motion was back by not aggression but great irritation and demand that flared for abut a moment. Yet he held his ground and did not leave, did not approach, did not attack. He had no aggression for her, but mere savage annoyance, that she had attacked him. No stallion would allow such treatment when unprovoked, but Soleil was more generous than most. Life had left her molded hard, and it irritated the black bay.

He recaled the words she had said before. He'd paid little attention to them then, he'd been more procupied with her eyes and language of body, had saved him from a malicious blow. For he bled not fromt he impact she pounded upon him, but it did throb for many moment before subsiding and a small grey spot could be seen upon his hide, where the coat had been shaved from the skin, by her sudden charge.

Recalling the vocal calling he pondered her words, whilst he moved back to a distance he had origionally stood. He'd stay his distance, not move forward, not move back. He wasn't to pressure her... he had no intent.

Snorting in contemptment and dislodging his annoyance from his voice he went to speak. Her words held no meaning, she knew the answer to her own question. Then why did she ask? Thoguh it may appeared Soleil to be riled by her. He was more riled by her refusal to see him. He knew she saw only another 'stallion'. she was refusing to open her eyes to a possibly new solution.

|| You already know, lets not cloud the wind with meaningless questions, it is clouded enough ||

He stated blandly. It was not to berouse her. It was not sarcastic, nor was it cruel. Quite blank it was, no emotion attached but an edge of a sigh did linger upon the edge of his phrase. And indeed the wind was greatly crowded. There was teh tension between stallion and mare, there was the words that they spoke and the air that they breathed. Then there was the devilish storm that continued to thunder overhead. It loathed soleil as Soleil loathed it. Twas the nature of storms. As beautiful and full of power they were, they were a torrent and annoyed the black bay greatly. However he was more dwelled upon the mare than teh storm and thus she had all his attention. HIs mind now more focused upon, her shoulder and eyes than before.

She wanted to play with fire....

... he would play as well

[Ember]

Pillars of the brutes took a backwards flight, though not a long one, one enough to get out of her line of fire. But her hit didn't go unsuccessfully, she had made a mark, she had cut him a bit on the shoulder. Orbs vaguely glanced over the wound, but to a slight dismay it hadn't gone far. Enough games.. She reminded herself angrily, but yet her temper had loosened slightly. He was further away now, almost examining his cut. But after, he once again came to her, at the spot she had hit him.. but he didn't come further. A soft snort was emitted from her ashed muzzle, her orbs rolling in an irratated fashion. I made my point, and you don't come closer.. that's good.. but you stil didn't back away. Except naturally to avoid her hit. Auds flattened as muscles tensed as she almost anicipated a rebuttal. That's what she had always gotten when she had attacked a stag.. She was beaten, but they usually weren't the serious cuts, just flesh wounds as she had given to him. Orbs narrowed as pistons tensed beneath her, orbs scanning his for a sign of movement or aggression towards her.. All that was recieved was the same empty stare she had gotten. But muscles didn't unwind, even as his vocals hit the air.. sometimes things weren't always as one might predict. Icy vocals streamed into her auds, as she registered their meaning.. You already know, lets not cloud the wind with meaningless questions, it is clouded enough Orbs widened a bit, so they weren't as furrowed down as they were before, yet they still portrayed the same souless glare. Indeed.. Lips barely parted as vocals streamed from her jaws...

So I was right..

Ember hissed softly, barely loud enough for one to hear. Orbs stared harshly into the ground, as her auds rose slightly.. just enough to be able to hear movement incase he advanced towards her..Don't let him take you.. he will be no different than all the rest.. A part of her mind hissed silently.. Mine as well go, there's nothing to do here anyways.. Another part snarled back, but nothing aloud was emitted... Thoughts pondered endlessly until she had reached a conclusion.. or a close conclusion... Orbs rose from the patch of grass that she had been staring at, until she reached the brute's orbs again. Pillars moved softly beneath her, as daggers hit the muddy ground in front of her as she advanced a few steps. She was merely a foot away, as her dial rose further, orbs glaring fiercely into his own, as if deciphering him silently.. Moments passed like minutes, as silence grew longer and longer yet.. Pillars finally moved again, as she made a complete slow circle around him, orbs never leaving his body. As she came around to his front again, orbs found way to his again. Pillars halted once more, as lips parted, words emitting from her mouth..

If it is truely me you wish, then its me you recieve, but be warned brute.. it is very unlikely that i shall ever change..

She hissed lowly, seriousness etched in every syllable. Her glare was held constant as her orbs never lifted from his.. He wanted her.. He would get her..

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[Promise Broken]

Soleil watched her sudden change of attitude, and flicked his tail in annoyance as she circled him. As if she were the preditor. Aye, he wanted her, but she'd learn to leave the attitude behind. For he would not react to her remarks, nor her sudden attacks. He found that to react was to give power. To remain inemotional was to strike back. Thus he merely nodded his head in acknowledgement of her statement and reached out his muzzled flicking the bridge gently against her shoulder, laying his scent fast upon her hide. Yet he recoiled quickly. He knew she was to be given a distance for awhile. It was ridiculous for him to aquire more marks simply because his arogance would tempt him to crowd her. He was no fool like some. Perhaps she'd learn that and grow to respect him. It was the only thing he asked of her. With respect given, he returned it, yet if she was to but play about him like he was the same as every stallion. She'd would learn soon enough, he was not. He would not abuse her, unless she gave him good reason, and then it was not abuse... but a putting of in line.

With a flicker of his pelt banner he snorted and arched his neck. The troublesome were always more trouble than their worth, however, he'd live. As would she... he'd play her game for awhile. However, once it got old - she'd know. He turned away from her, keeping his hearing trained back behind him. However his eyes locked ahead, battling through the torrent of wind and rain. guiding his path by memory of his previous steps. Marking the terraform towards home - he'd meet her, there. However he was not foolish to simply leave and expect her to follow. Occasionally he'd turn back to observe her witht eh same glareless eyes and make sure she was following. She could set her own pace, as long as she followed...

ooc: will meet u on the beach, "awaiting for the vixen's thread"