✿rosey
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Post by ✿rosey on Jul 7, 2014 20:54:09 GMT 10
a little water please
T H A M E S
i taste you all over my teeth
It was the hottest day of the year so far - not unpleasantly so, it was still relatively early into summer, and fine, wispy clouds still blocked most of the sun's heat. It was warm enough, however, to make a journey beyond the trees worthwhile, and Thames was enjoying being able to venture outside without bracing himself for frost and chilling winds. He ran; alternating between cantering and galloping through the sparse copse of trees, leaping over fallen boughs, all the while enjoying the warm air in his lungs and the pleasant heat on his dark pelt. Reaching the end of the pasture, he doubled back, jumping a toppled spruce, thin branches whipping at his belly as he did so. He was a running breed, as his parents and their parents before them were, and he liked to exercise this fact whenever possible. Lengthening his stride for a long galloping stretch, he thought back to his early years, confined to a paddock with his family. There was no room to run like this, and it was only when he freed himself that he began to see the benefits. His fitness and beauty were sources of great pride for the stallion, and as he slowed in preparation to stop, coat shining with sweat, he thought about how awful he must have looked as a younger stallion - round with hay and barely able to run the length of his pasture. He snorted, grinning to himself, and turned to walk toward a nearby stream, pulse beating visibly in his veins.
These lands were fairly dry at this time of year, but water settled in the lowest areas after rains, and Thames knew where one such stream still remained. His surroundings were harsh and unforgiving, towering mountains that cradled meadows and forests, rewards for those who braved the cliffs and rocky hills. Thames essentially lived here; it was isolated, but he had little need to interact with ordinary equines. They bored him, usually; the only thing they were good for was entertainment, and those kinds of toys got boring very quickly. A trio of stallions had tried to recruit him, lately, and he had sent them on a wild goose chase around the mountains until two of them returned to inform him that the third had fallen to his death on the loose rocks. He had laughed and sent them away with warnings to be more careful, next time. They hadn't returned, so he supposed they had understood the hints he was trying to send their way. It was a shame, really, he could have sent them off again, seen which one survived until the end. He snorted dismissively, he was happy being alone, for the time-being.
Reaching the shallow pool of water, Thames dropped his head to drink, tail whipping at the flies that settled on his haunches. Someday, he might consider settling for a herd, if any were ever organized. Hell, if he had a partner to do it with, he'd set-up his own herd. It was a venture he couldn't do alone; as much as he desired the attention of others, he wasn't skilled when it came to fair judgement or good leadership. Maybe someday, he thought casually, lifting his head from the water, content to stand in the gentle sun, for a little while.
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Hope this is alright~~
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`kaykay
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Post by `kaykay on Jul 11, 2014 23:20:43 GMT 10
R O M A N “in his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
Roman was a fallen god - or, that is what he often told himself under the pretense of bemusing jest. There was beauty in nearly everything he did, even if it was the simple action of dropping his head to the ground to eat. Naturally, the stallion knew he was a masterpiece of God's creation . . . on his good days, when sunlight dripped heavily and the breeze answered long forgotten prayers.
Today just so happened to be one of those days.
The sunshine streamed in comfortable waves and created a gleaming bronze knight out of Roman. He stepped lightly, hopped here and there, made a game out of the shadows. The coverage was sparse, but he managed to leapt from shadow to shadow. An irritating itch wrapped itself irritatingly around Roman's throat. He shook his head and stared at the ground with pale eyes, a desolate desire roiling within the depths of his eyes. There was a need that had yet to be met, a thirst he would never seem to quench, an ache in the pits of the amber champagne stallion's chest that would never be soothed. Truthfully, he was more brilliant than the brightest of stars, but he would never know - he would only fool himself into believing that he was having a day to be remembered.
The stallion moved at quick-witted pace. His head snapped back and forth, pale green eyes observed each fluttering leaf. There was an air about him, a dizzying madness that reminded one of an exploding star. A glaring insanity defined him.
Roman was a man of the fall - he preferred the cool air and falling leaves to every other extremity (which is what he considered the weather of other seasons). The man was drawn to water - all kinds of it. Bodies of water, rain, and ice had Roman like a kid in a candystore. Water fascinated the gleaming man, and he believed it turned him into a glittering amber diamond - quite literally, he believed that water on his coat was irresistible. Roman was no fool - he did typically keep his head about him - but he scintillated with the kind of beauty that only the mad possessed. When he moved, his body pressed forward the lucidity of someone that did not see the world correctly. Roman was a mirage in the desert: he shimmered, shook, and shaded your eyes from what he truly was - lost.
Water burbled just ahead, and Roman was immediately fascinated with its whispered secrets. He cantered through the dry air, soon realized that his throat was parched and cracking. The mere scent of water teased Roman's flared nostrils, and he crashed recklessly into the enveloping liquid. He spun around and dropped his head eagerly into the water, sucked in as much as he could hold.
As Roman lifted his head, he realized he was not alone. There was a man across the way, just along the bank of the river. Any other equine would have been vaguely startled at the least, but Roman casually studied the dark male. A whimsical emotion took hold of Roman's mind and ran - the man cocked his head a little to the left and curled his mouth invitingly.
"I had no clue that I had company!" an exclamation of unnecessary (yet completely necessary) words. "Why, I would have said hello so much earlier," quieter now, a baritone apology. "The name's Roman," he introduced as he pranced toward the opposite man, "and you're probably blazing with that dark fur of yours." His smile was sharp, not exactly kind but not exactly cruel.
ooc ; this is total SHIT. i am so sorry! D=
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