scream to the sands of TIME

[trella]

Opposux Poliares
version 1 - sands of time

i'll scream to you
naught in vain
until you reach
the sands of which i came

The light was filtered through the boughs of plentiful treesomes as a deep silver dapple mare stalked through the verdure. She was reminded constantly of her muted thoughts. The golden rug underneath, made of leaves, made her feel cold, helpless, alone. But what hadn't in the passed twent-four hours? Exactly. Threads of the nape flecked with gold flicked in the constant wind flow. At the dawn of yesterday, she'd entered these lands, she knew a home was about here. The time herd.

At the cackle of a massive raven, innate speed carried her, into a three-beat waltz of a canter, her cones of sound harking all there was to hear. Mindless thought once more came through in her dream box. As if the creator's own breath was blown into her lungs, she went on, the flaming red leaves were caught, entangled into her veins of pendulum and flag. Nodding slightly, her windpipe willed to create a brew of a sentence, music, lyrics, something, anything. And that will was accepted. With a lungfull of oxygen, she screamed, a melody with many meanings and lyrics. Too many to choose from. Without a form of misleading, she slowed, the strides she took became longer, fluid.

As if the sands of time diminished, she halted, the stopwatch pausing. Pinning the sound meters, she lept, cascading as she landed into that of a gallop, encased in airy speed. The azure of her pedestals were of interest to the pupil. Olfactory nerves caught the incense of few, not the many she was to the least, expecting. Sarcastic thoughts were restored in her fiery membrane. Cursing silently, she kept her willed pace forward, until she arrived at a small open meadow, grasses long and moist.

Carved in the center were an array of rough boulders, dry and ageless. A halt, and walk forward was traced, and facade of sarcasm was uniquely soft and appealing. Blinking, she walked forward to the rocks, and had an unusual temptation to rest, sleep. The grasses' dew licked her pillars as she stood, wishing to fall. Suicide feelings? So possible. The maw of cerulean opened into a yawn as she shook her head, but it didn't cease. Screaming internally, she watched the rocks with interest, wondering if they were sharp enough to make her bleed.

Inhaling slowly, she attempted to lie down, her stance across the blades of foliage like that of a wolven's. The pattern on her rump grew darker from the water, staining her coat. Dapples prominant, she knew that what she was doing was slightly stupid, and a bad idea. But something overcame her, and she closed the lime tabiries, uncontiousness seeping into her mindset. Don't wander your internal roads for too long, miss. Something's bound to come.

//ooc

word count - 456
to - Katiie
feeling - Musey
song - Kiss From A Rose;; Seal

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[KatiieColours]

Due Affrontato;

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Which side,

Will he choose today?

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Tate was walking softly throughout the Veggenti lands, his coal and cream daggers brushing quietly through the blanket of autumn leaves that covered the soft soil, the odd twig snapping underfoot, breaking the silence that lingered in the cool air. It was almost too quiet: still the number of the time herd members was threateningly low, with there being only one Veggenti other than himself present in the group. He could easily look to the future and predict when the other members -if there were any- were going to appear, but where was the fun in that? Sometimes their powers could also be a curse, and knowing exactly when something was going to happen was not always a gift; it ruined any chance of them being surprised, although in battle this was a positive thing. Even if they went to battle. The Veggenti herd were usually of a calm nature, and only fought it provoked or if they felt th outcome would equal peace. Not like some of the other herds, the fire herd being one of the worst; every starry night since he had arrived on Isola Dei Dei he had been plagued with horrifying visions of the inevitable future, with fires torching and destroying the lands; the emerald green grass turning black as it was stripped of it's moisture and life; the satanic sound of innocent equines screaming eternally into the still night air as their bodies ignited with unforgiving flames; the foul stench of burning flesh biting at the usually clear winds that purified the land; and the seemingly never-ending crackle of the devilish flames, as if hell itself had opened and exposed the whole island to it's cruel, ruthless, malevolent heat.

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The Time herd had managed to crush the fire herd before; could they do it again?

Somehow Tate found it hard to believe they could do it alone - with the Zunden having one of their most satanic cruel leaders ever, it wouldn't be a simple feat. It would take time, practise, and planning. Even then there was no guarantee it would work. This part of the future was blocked, even to Due Affrontato, telling them that it was undecided -by whoever up there decides it-. With that thought he raised his noble crown to the slightly cloudy sky, his silky forelock falling back and uncovering both glittering orbs, the icey blue and the ruby red. He allowed himself to glance quickly to a growing tree, the natural sight of through his pale blue eye looked beautiful and pure, and the sparkling orb estimated that it would grow to be tall and plentiful, whereas the glowing garnet orb seemed to be slightly repulsed by the stunning sight, and it's approximation of what it would look like was less than pretty; with leafless tangled branches and a crooked trunk, dark and imposing to all that looke apon it. With a half-hearted sigh he shook his two-faced head, forcing his lengthy fringe to shade the ruby eye from the outside world. Today he was in a positive mood, and the evil the red eye was dampening it - and that could prove dangerous. His name wasn't only given for the contrasting colours on his face and body. His twisted past certainly showed in this, but at the mere thought of it he shuddered coldly. No. Not today. He wouldn't let his mind drift back to that time. "Focus on the future" he spoke to himself, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his velveteen kissers.

A pleasant feeling spread through his muscular frame, breaking him from his morbid trail of thought. It was a familiar feeling, and he realised merrily that it meant there was another Veggenti in the area. He allowed the thick lashes to close over his bright orbs and searched the future...

A beautiful dappled grey mare was laying on the soft soil, the emerald green grass shielding her elegant frame, the dapples standing out prominantly from the morning dew in the grass. Her eyes were shut, and her facial expression looked quite sombre, although her glossy coat was raising and falling softly with every breath.

Snapping his glittering orbs back to the present he searched the surroundings, but no sign of the mare materialised. He thought it best that she found him first, as he didn't want to speak to her telepathically and startle her. Would she sense him as he did her?

Character played: Due Affrontato
Muse: Really good (:
Word count: 748 [/font][/size]

[trella]

Opposux Poliares

come to me;
let me see;
who you are;
and not from afar;

The more Polar lay, strewn across the lofty spokes of greenery, the more she felt drawn to circumstances. She let her mindset encounter a time when would flames lick the hocks of all, heat burning the life. Death. Everywhere. A hard thing to swallow. The peace was so elusive in that place. But there was peace. Thinking hard, she realized the fleeing equines were peaceful, scouring the land with the determination to live, to become changed, letting the embark make them into something they needed to be. The rhythm of their flintfalls was much like a melody. And each of them could say so much. The hope that thrived in their hearts on that day was dwindling, but it was there. Was that the best type of hope? The kind that is bantam, but when added all together, it is the strongest, and most determined. And the screams that dialated into her audibles, they were filled with the terror, rather like ice. But that ice could be broken, be melted. Something they could get through. She hadn't the foggiest idea of why that came to mind, she knew who'd done it. But why that time frame? Because someone else was thinking of it.

And who was this someone? Though she wasn't surprised, a lord had to reign in these whereabouts. Polar let oxygen leave her lungfolds. The sounds she harked as she did so was much like a Ouhh. She replenished that downsize in breath once more. Membrane of obscured thoughts attempted to grasp the information of this new being in her midst. Shaking her zenith, she silently stood, her peripteros lifting her as she grasped her appropriate balance. The efficient supplement in Polar's brain cells started to seek out this new finding.

A Stallion-scratch that-The Veggenti Lord, stood near the barriers of the meadow, gazing across with interest in herself. But he awaited her approval and acceptance before he let himself introduce his presence. He's of onyx and pallid. He's such a creative character...

[/i] Hm. The Lord of Time. What to say... To be honest, her thoughts were jittered, and quivery. But her sarcastic and unimpressive stature held through. Her set tone at the ready. her mind-voice called to him, her interest mightily apparent. And telepathy was restored.

I see you have a visitor, no? Might I inquire whom I may adress you as? You may label me as Opposux Poliares, but please, Polar, for short.

So maybe she was a bit leaniant on the whole sarcasm idea. Hm. The freaking Time Lord. So she'd take it slow with 'em. To be friendly is to be a fool. A reminder. Labrums parted into a yawn, her past feelings were still thriving. Suicide, and the will to sleep. Not a sleep of peace, but of hell. Shaking the apex, she strided forward, the ground's greens parting and bowing as she lept, svelte over the 'scape. He came into her vision of viridian. Vox released a lullaby, something that remeniced about the time, from begginning to end, fully decipherable. She waltzed forward, a hot dance that would not cease. Irons cascaded over the loam, puncturing it's perfect complexion. His being that the spirit of the lord resided in was fitfull, utterly regal in his black and white formal attire. Like ice and coal, he was of two differences, coming to be that of alike. Then his eyes... Intriguing, yet they seemed to keep you waiting. She stood from afar, listening with her inner ear for his 'speech'. Her dark brown bodice labelled silver dapple by who-knows-who shone in the dew. The light of the solar star, Sun was also illuminating the area of which they were both bound upon. Forelock of flaxen moved over her sight, making it forked. Her facade was deep, thoughtful, but apparently sarcastic. Smirking inwardly, she shook the tiara, ridding herself of the abnormal vision. Lashes lapsed over the orb duos silently, and without such notice. Without a word, she questioned him of why he did have thoughts over that day...when fire started to rage everywhere. What a nightmare. A horrible future to come.[/size][/blockquote]

//ooc
words - 687
feeling - not too musey
song - Just A Dream; Carrie Underwood | and plenty others.
to - Tate
favorite moment - The freaking time lord! | opening of last paragraph.[/font]

[KatiieColours]

DueAffrontato;

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Which side,

Will he choose today?

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The time lord stood waiting patiently for the pretty mare to awaken from her uneasy slumber, four gold decorated pillars planted securely to the slightly damp soil. He was patient today, definatly showing the better side of his 'colourful' personality, his soft blue eye glittering like sunrays rebounding from the smooth surface of the lake which snaked it's way through Terra di Pausa. While he was waiting he lowered his two-faced crown to the inviting grass, nipping at the lengthy shoots that poked through the fertile soil, chewing contentedly until he had eaten his fill; he wasn't greedy, just eating enough until it banished the empty feeling that possessed his stomach. Doing this helped to keep him lean, and in peak physical health - he didn't do this for vanity reasons mind, simply for the purpose of battle.

Sooner than he thought movement stirred in the vision he had simply placed to one side, and focused on it once again. The mare was uncurling her neatly tucked up legs and raised until she was stood upright, a moment passing before he could feel her presence in his mind. He ensured his mental barriers were up, and only allowed her to speak to him - noone was allowed to go rifling through his memories, and noone was allowed to know his dark past. Listening to her melodic voice echo through his head he rolled his eyes a little at the sarcasm, but he kinda liked it. Most other equines rolled over at his feet, and he didn't care for it particularly. His mind was linked with her, the bonds that held it strong, enabling him to sense her emotions, which seemed a little jittery, if anything. The corners of his maw twitched, a tiny smile forming, before replying, "I do indeed have a visitor miss, thank you for pointing that out"

[/i] a little of his own sarcasm peeking through his husky voice, "and my cursing would Due Affrontato, or Tate for short - it means Two Faced. It's a pleasure to meet you Polar, and welcome to Terra di Pausa."

Shifting his weight from side to side his brawny muscles rippled underneath the surface of his sleek pelt, the contrasting colours bright in the gentle sunshine, the gold that showed his true heritage shining like the sun. He waited again, patiently, and after a short while the mare from his vision sauntered into view. her movement elevated and grand, pillars striking out loftily, her soft call reaching his receptive radars easily, even from this distance. He broke their mental connection, figuring they could speak normally now, until she suddenly stopped, scattering dirt into the still air. Sighing agitatedly he reconnected with her, his voice a little strained, "What's the problem?"[/color] he ground his teeth, closing the shutters over his darkening orbs, trying to control his heightened breathing. The symptons of anger. A familiar and dangerous sensation to Tate. "Sorry..."[/color] he mumbled to the fae. They didn't call him two-faced for nothing.[/blockquote][/center]Character played: Due Affrontato
Muse: Still quite good.
Word count: 500 exactly xD
Favourite line: 'They didn't call him two faced for nothing' (last line)
Note: Aww cute! The name tate reminds me of an art gallery near me called the tate modern (: What's the Tate you ride like? [/size][/font]

[trella]

Opposux ♦ Poliares

so tell me things;
that you can't explain;
as the wind sings;
and you mustn't feel disdain;

The silence of the deafening wind lept to the cones of sound, their brown tones just perfect in the subtle albescant light. That light always had a secret calm in it's source, the Solar Star. Hm. She was always one that was an easy-come, easy-go type. But being here, in the lands of the time element, she felt unearthily whole, as her being was filled. Her neon tabiries locked on his figure, his features including a light azure focale. He seemed as if he was torn, into two personnas. She shook her light, typey visor, and let herself sigh, the air rushing through her lungs made her inhale again, and once more the deed of breathing was done. Wonderful.

She let her orbitals retract from the porcelian and obsidian being, and looked to a rose growing randomly in the middle of the field, right to the left of the brawny stallion. She let a smile creep up her facade' and onto her velveteens as she heard him. "You're welcome, but you should be more careful, knowing who your visitors are, and where they are. There are some real freaks out there." she said, a slight laugh arising in her throat. Sarcasm ruled her world, which was the best world to live in. Because, you got free sarcasm education every week. And wasn't taht the best of all? She listened to him again, and stole a millisecond contemplating her rash answer. "Well then, Lord Tate-Hm. That doesn't have the same ring to it as Lord Due Affrontato does, huh?- Anyway, Tate thank you for the welcome, it's a luxurious patch of the world, here." she said, letting the sarcasm enter her tone...for now, at least. It would have to embark on a vacation from her speech soon though. Hah...never.

Tate-now that she could index him in her membrane- was an interesting character. The two-toned chassis he held was perfect, as if he was wearing perfect evening attire. She grinned, labrums twisting easily on the harbour of her dusty periwinkle maw. At her pause in travelling to his form, he had a bad reaction. "Mr. Temper, huh?" she shook her apex, flaxen threads of her forelock swaying into her vision. "Apology Accepted..." she said at his mumbled 'Sorry.' Well wasn't he a vibrant little stally? Polar's nares did a small awkward flare, as she stepped forward. That incardine rose was still at it's residence, and she walked over to him, and to the floral interest. Her mindset was calm and collected, as she bowed her boa to the growing greenery, wet with the morning dews. Clenching the plant with her tight jaw and flat enamels, she ripped it from the ground, the thorns puncturning the corner of her mouth. She snorted, slightly annoyed at the thorn, and dropped the rose, petals falling next to it.

"Everything beautiful comes with a price." she muttered, the blood dripping down her 'chin'. She made a sour face, and sighed as the blood dried, a stain of dripped blood coming from the corner of her maw-cave. She didn't really mind, but it stung slightly. Her lashes lapsed over her neon green gazers again, then opened to take in the meadow and Tate. She let her banner flick flaxen against her rump, and the dapples of brown across her barrel seemed to evaporate to nothing on her bodice. She itched her shoulder, as an insect landed there, then she let her features become subtle. She took another breath, lived another second.

//ooc
words| 582
feeling| musey
songs| Bella's Lullaby; Carter Burwell && more
to| Tate!
notes| Well Tate is either a brat, or a really good boy, there are no in-betweens...kinda has a split personna. He's 8 or 9, and is a large, brawny QH X, he's bay. I luv that boi :][/color][/size][/font]