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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 15, 2009 14:27:29 GMT -5
Tuula °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Her ears shifted as he shook his crown, once again looking suddenly distant. His thoughts seemed preoccupied. Had she done something wrong? Her gentle lipping of his mane ceased as she turned her own focus onto the grass below. There was uncertainty in her gaze as she nibbled casually at the lush blades of grass. Suddenly, her own head was clogged with thoughts that she should be scorning herself for thinking. But, unlike Marut, she could not chastise herself for the thoughts. She just couldn’t.
Whuffling lightly, Tuula raised her tiara. She then nudged the stallion’s withers gently, before placing her chin atop his shoulder. She rested her crown there, two-toned orbs showing the obvious stuggle going on inside of her. Marut had made her feel comfort in a way that she had not felt since she first met Hannibal. He made her feel safe and not alone. She had been alone for so long, and it was time to end that. But, could he possibly feel the same way? He had been so respectful to her; so kind. She did not want to scare him away! Snorting once again, she closed her eyes with her crown still perched atop his shoulder.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° When I see you,
I run out of words to say. iNSPiRATiON; [beautiful] [by AKON] word-count; ; [202] [/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 15, 2009 20:51:41 GMT -5
she's beautiful, in her simple little way | Flicking his ears as she placed her head on his shoulder, he smiled. Despite having just met, they sure were getting along. Flicking his tail slowly, he sighed, lowering his head slightly. Blue eyes closed, thinking about the future of the Era. Bolin sure would do a nice job as the Lord, but was he experienced enough? He was just a yearling, and the leadership role had to be filled by someone with a bit more experience under their belt. Flaring his nostrils slightly, he turned his head once again to look at Tuula, watching her. She sure was a pretty little mare. Wondering how such a beautiful creature could have been caught up with a Dark, Marut contemplated it for quite some time. How long it was that he thought about it, he didn't know. But when he came back to his senses, the sun was setting, the sky a blaze of red and orange. Turning his head to look at the setting sun, he nickered faintly to the mare.
horse role played | marut
song | more like her
artist | miranda lambert
template | lizzeh 2009 |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 16, 2009 15:07:41 GMT -5
Tuula
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° For what seemed like a lifetime the two stood still, each burdened with their thoughts. Suddenly, the mare snapped to at the sound of Marut’s nicker. She removed her crown from his shoulder, eyes following his gaze. The setting sun sure was a sight, “its beautiful.”
Turning her head away from the sight, she stared at Marut. Her smile momentarily faded as she came to conclusion. He was so light-hearted, so gentle, too worthy for her. There was no chance he could think of her in the manner that she did him; the fact that she thought he had for a second embarrassed her. She had been entangled with darks, and it had ended poorly. Maybe that was all her life was subjugated to. Looking away once more, she spoke, “perhaps, you should be headed back to the herd. I am not fit to join with the Era’s again, especially if Hannibal and Orpheus are after me. It is not right to entangle you… the herd… in that… with me.” Her hooves shuffled back a few paces before the mare turned towards the setting sun.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° I've thought too much,
You won't find anything worthy of redeeming. iNSPiRATiON; [leaving song pt.2] [by AFi] word-count; ; [185] [/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 16, 2009 15:27:08 GMT -5
do you remember when? | Blue eyes went to the mare as she turned away, and something hurt inside. Was she really just going to leave? Flicking his ears back, he nickered softly, taking a few steps after her. "You are... you aren't really going to leave? Tuula.. really. You don't need Hannibal. You can stay here - with me." There was something in his voice seemed to fade off into nothing, as he stared at her. The white stallion didn't want her to go, he had grown quite attached to her despite their short time together. Tilting his ears back more, he took a few more steps toward her. If she really wanted to leave, however, he would allow her to go. She wasn't his, anyways. But it hurt so bad to see her walk away.
horse role played | marut
basic text color | gray
speech color | teal
song | remember when
artist | alan jackson
template | lizzeh 2009 [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 16, 2009 15:46:29 GMT -5
Tuula
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° The mare’s auds flicked back as she heard his steps behind her. She whipped around, ready to shoo him off, for his own good. But, then he began to speak, and she felt her crown lowering involuntarily. Tuula did not want to hear him sound so sad, so hurt. And, over her? “You are so kind, so loving to a mare that does not deserve it Marut. I just, I don’t want either of us to get hurt.” Either of them. Her, emotionally if he did not return the emotions – she just could not see that he did. Him, physically if Hannibal or Orpheus caught up to them. Grimacing, she wanted to explain why she had said either of them, but she just couldn’t. Her head remained low as she mauled over what she had said and all the thoughts racing through her head. When had things turned this complicated. Just moments ago, things were simple and happy, but now… her head was swimming. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong. iNSPiRATiON; [by CHEVELLE]
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 16, 2009 16:04:34 GMT -5
do you remember when? | She had left him confused and he took a step back slightly. Hurt shimmered in his blue eyes, and he flared his nostrils, thinking fast. But, nothing came to mind. Looking down at the ground, Marut, for once, didn't have anything to say, nothing to hold the pretty Era mare to him. To make her stay and not go back to Hannibal and her son. Sighing, he turned his head to look back at the plateau where he called home with the other Era. Glancing back to Tuula, he sighed again. Taking the steps forward, he walked to her, stopping in front of her. Placing his head on her shoulder, he flicked his ears back slightly. "Tuula. I don't want you to get hurt by them. Please, please don't go. I care too much to send you to your death." His voice cracked, and he buried his head into her mane, breathing in her scent. It seemed to comfort him, but he knew that the mare would be leaving his side, to go back to Inferno. To Orpheus. To Hannibal. And this upset him.
horse role played | marut
basic text color | gray
speech color | teal
song | remember when
artist | alan jackson
template | lizzeh 2009 [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 16, 2009 16:16:00 GMT -5
Tuula
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Two-toned orbs had a morbid sheen coating them as she watched the stallion’s own gaze turn considerably worse. A light whuffle left her throat as she felt him bury his head into her mane. Ears flicked back at his words and the crack in his melodies. Her muzzle tapped his crest, nostrils flaring to take in his scent. “It is not that I want to leave you. More than anything would I like to stay.” She paused for a moment, her own voice overtaken with emotion. “But,” she did not know what else to say. She truly wanted to be with him more than anything, and that was when it hit her. Why would any stallion go through all this, get this upset if he did not care for her in return? She had thought he protected her because it was her duty. Could he really feel the same way for her. “Is it right for me to sacrifice your safety for my selfish needs?” She murmured into his ear. She did not want to leave, and she had come to a sort of revelation about how he felt for her. But, did all of that justify her putting him in path of two enrage hellions? The mare who always knew what to do was out of answers.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° she said with a smile
that screams of tears and not another word. iNSPiRATiON; [ROCK PAPER SCiSSORS] [by JAMiSONPARKER] word-count; ; [206] [/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 16, 2009 16:47:38 GMT -5
do you remember when? | Marut was left speechless, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Flaring his nostrils and nuzzling into her mane again, he breathed out. "Well, Tuula. You can do whatever your heart is telling you to do," he whispered, his voice could barely be heard. He kept his nose in her mane, relishing the closeness the two shared. Oh, how he hated that he hadn't found her sooner. Sooner than Hannibal had. Flicking his ears back, he snorted. Tail slapped his hindquarters, as he took a step back, blue eyes watching her closely. "Do whatever your heart says to." Follow your heart, something his mother had told him to do. And, he was. His heart was telling him to keep Tuula by him, to protect her, and care for her. To take her away from Hannibal and Orpheus, to cherish her. But if he couldn't do that, then he wasn't really following his heart, was he? horse role played | marut
basic text color | gray
speech color | teal
song | remember when
artist | alan jackson
template | lizzeh 2009 [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 16, 2009 16:58:28 GMT -5
Tuula
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° She sighed and took a step back too. What her heart said? Her heart told her to be selfish; it told her to walk by Marut for the rest of her life. It told her to damn the consequences, to love Marut. Stepping forwards now, her crown raised slightly. She was being all too selfish, her mind told her that, but she wanted him, that is what her heart spoke. Whuffling lightly, she reached out to nibble at his crest. “I believe that I am,” she cooed lightly as she continued to groom the stallion. Her loyalties were tied to him. Damn Hannibal and her selfish son. Damn the consequences. Damn it all; she would concede to her selfish heart. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself iNSPiRATiON; [animal i have become] [by three days grace] word-count; ; [119] [/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 16, 2009 17:13:18 GMT -5
it's a love story, baby just say yes | Smiling faintly at her, he pushed his muzzle against her cheek, breathing in deeply. His heart swelled with emotion, and he nickered, prodding his nose along her cheek, down her neck, to her shoulder. Breathing out slowly against her coat, he flicked his ears forward slightly, blue eyes going to her face. Marut then got a sick thought in his mind, and it startled him. Flicking his ears back, he stepped back, flaring his nostrils and snorting ever so slightly. Tuula surely would have noticed his sudden change in demeanor. It even startled him a bit about the thought that had crossed his mind. But, it would be payback to the Lead of Inferno. For trapping such a beauty within the net he had casted. Flicking his tail, he looked to Tuula, and that thought wouldn't leave. No matter how hard he tried to make it, it stuck like it was trapped in glue. horse role played | marut
basic text color | gray
speech color | teal
song | love story
artist | taylor swift
template | lizzeh 2009 [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 16, 2009 17:22:35 GMT -5
Tuula
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tuula shifted suddenly, unease obvious in her face. Her anxiety was not from his change in demeanor. No, in fact, the mare was too distracted by her own temptations to even dare note his own alterations, his own devious ploys. There mind set was one in the same in the end. Both quarreled with the idea, and both were at a loss. The revenge against Hannibal would be all too sweet, and that was only the tiniest benefit in the bunch. There were far more reasons that Tuula wanted this. Without consciousness, the mare ‘s tail flicked to the side and remained that way. Her scent permeated the breeze as her two-tone orbs lay focus in an intoxicated trance upon the Era stallion. Her nostrils flared and her towers flicked; there was no chance she was turning back at this point. And, a beckoning whuffle left her melodies.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° How can I decide what’s right
when you’re clouding up my mind? iNSPiRATiON; [decode] [by paramore] word-count; ; [148] [/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 16, 2009 18:34:02 GMT -5
it's a love story, baby just say yes |She was thinking the same way he was? Smirking ever so slightly, the Era stallion ran his muzzle along the other Era's spine, his touch gently against her skin. If they were both thinking the same thing, then what harm would there be? Besides the possibility that Hannibal came after him for doing that to his mate. Ears flicked, but he didn't care. Looking to Tuula, he tilted his ears forward. "Are you sure," he asked, still, his muzzle inched down her back toward the base of her tail. horse role played | marut
basic text color | gray
speech color | teal
song | love story
artist | taylor swift
template | lizzeh 2009 [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 19, 2009 15:47:51 GMT -5
Tuula °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tuula’s nares quivered and her feet danced with slight anticipation. This felt like the wrong thing to do in such a right sort of way. This Era did not pretend to be able to make sense of the matter though. Whuffling lightly as he ran his velvety maw across her spine, the mare turned her crown back towards Marut. “Yes, love,” she cooed. The mare was still confused; not sure that this was right or wrong. She was sure that it was what she wanted though, and that is what she assumed he meant by the question. That said, her tail rose slightly, still remaining plastered to the side.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° We can't wait another moment
Our time will come before you know it iNSPiRATiON; [TONiGHTLESS] [by EiGHTEEN ViSiONS] word-count; ; [109][/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 19, 2009 16:42:13 GMT -5
it's a love story, baby just say yes |His nose touched the base of her tail, and he flicked his ears back slightly. Breathing out, he smile faintly. "Tuula. There is nothing we can undo if we go forth with this," he whispered, his breath faint against her rump. His body shivered with excitement, and his blue eyes looked back to her. He still hesitated, the scent of Hannibal still on her. It wasn't right. It was never going to be right. No matter how much they told themselves otherwise. horse role played | marut
basic text color | gray
speech color | teal
song | love story
artist | taylor swift
template | lizzeh 2009 [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 22, 2009 4:38:18 GMT -5
Tuula °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tuula had come to realize that there was no way that they could make this right. There was nothing that could ever be done or said that would make up for what they were about to do. And, there would be nothing she could say to Hannibal to make him understand; to make him accept it. Yet, she would ensue with their scandalous act. Out of revenge? Perhaps. Or, perhaps, it was for her mere selfish desires? She continuously told herself she needed better. For many a moments before this one, she had lectured herself. She deserved better than the relationship she had come to have with Hannibal. At first, things had been wonderful, but how quickly things go awry. He was barely around any longer. And, recently he had threatened her with death, had he not? Death if she spoke to her own son. But, now, those thoughts were beyond her. The only thing, the only one in her mind was her dearest Marut. How shortly she had known him, and yet she was already marking claim to him.
Her nostrils quivered once more before two-toned orbs were turned to gaze at his blue lanterns. A whuffle followed the gentle stare as she bobbed her crown in a nodding gesture. “I understand this, and I accept it. Nothing that has happened can ever be taken back, undone. All I can do… all we can do… is seize the day.”°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost.
It's empty and cold without you here,
too many people to ache over.
iNSPiRATiON; [Seize the Day] [by Avenged Sevenfolds] word-count; ; [240] ' O°C | | Haha. I sooo used their line there at the end of her speech, but in my defense it worked very well there! x3[/size] |
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