xx. |when| l.ife gives y.ou lemons

[x.lust]

A dry wind rustled the few leaves that remained, a couple falling lazily to the ground. In autumn the air was still warm, but had a bite in it that made you shiver. No doubt about it, winter was coming. At least this year it gave a warning, last year it had come mercilessly. One day the weather was pleasant, and the next snow blanketed the ground. Of course, that was how it always was in the Bayou, and that was where she lived. It as as if winter settled there year round, so this was rather warm to her. There was still a lot of green, however, from the evergreens and ferns. They added color to the dreary landscape in winter, taking the place of the blossoms that were normally there.

Crescents were left in her wake, molding the earth at her will. The ground was very wet from the amount of rain they`d had, this was no dry climate. A soft snort issued from the nymph`s nares, as she entered the area. These were the Jeneca Ruins, a strange rubble of rock she hadn`t seen anywhere else. The oddest thing about this place was that the rocks there were all squarely shaped, no natural rock was formed this way. You see, she hadn`t heard of humans, this was a land of wild equines where the humans never dared to venture, they were frightened of the wild landscape. In that way, the horses who lived here were extremely well-protected, they were never in danger of being captured by the two-legged creatures.

The marbled female`s gaze flickered around at her surroundings, nothing was different here. It wasn`t a very well-visited place. Hopefully, nobody would come. Oh, how foolish her fellows could be, making a big deal out of the royalty. They were always surprised that the Queen would be out and about like any common mare. Snorting sharply, she lengthened her strides, walk slowly changing to a canter.

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Extensions elevated forth from their blade connection. Titanium’s churning the soft morsels of turf, half-moon crescents drawn into the composition. Vents were expanded as to flood his lungs with the needed persistence of oxygen. His mocha tainted bifocals tracing along each and every curve of a timber as he passed it so. The thick wet scent of the forestry was complied through his capillaries as he yet inhaled it so. Diagnostics pivoted to their perch in a forward direction atop of his brain pan. Elegantly he carried his plate within the dominated position. But yet so he was a proud Mustang creature. King of the Nuetrals. Aye, that is what he was. And smoothly his twin tempo of a trot slightly bouncing as once his sire’s stride had been and now followed upon him. Attic was then sent within a loft.

Tapestry came toppling down over his ample nape as ripples then formed over his arched curvature. Nostrils exhibiting an enlightened snort as he felt the heed of excitement thrill him. But even so Rohirrim remained calm and subtle in his time of a new territory. But where was Bellatrix? A slight remorseful thought accompanied his dream box as he memorized the marbled harlot. Within a moment’s notice the graphics of his memory faded and bifocals were diverted off toward his right. Flints sank into the damp surface of the terra-firma. Grime and specks of dirt then piloted over his hocks. Locks were lashed over his left sphere. Grunt retreated from chasse as he came to an abrupt halt. Sharply carved stone of a square stature surrounded the meadow that he had now entered, the befallen trail behind him seemed forgotten as he stared upon the structure. Yet his beaming gaze was fondled.

Fore ligament was risen from the brink of it’s mold. Titanium brought to the leisure of his chest cavity. In a flicker of a thought his dagger then pierced the surface of the dawning muck of grime. Yet the spurt of mud just dodged the vagabond. Another cast of a toss was diluted within movement for his tower. Ingressing ahead at a mere walk the behemoth entered the meadow. His voids suppressing the images with vacant thoughts. Silenced footfalls rapidly echoed within the drums of his auricles. A solo acoustic then swiveled off toward the direction of it’s coming. Cranium then tilted in the same direction as well. Acrylic visions appeared and in a fraction he captured the outline of the iridescent and swarthy damsel. Apparent grin traced over his lappets. Deep upsetting bugle was fretted from his chasse, vibrating through the circumference of the atmosphere. He relied upon an inclining halt. Diagnostics perked.

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Brain pan hovered low to the marble compost. Nasal passage flared in the scents the rock beau had. Craina jerked to the welkins as the feeling of vibrations pulled to the bronc's under flints. Acoustics pinned and serpentine arched. Front mass bundled and lifted off the hardened geography with a shrilling call erupting out into the atmosphere. Hind limbs pushed his bulk from the placement he was standing at and surged his embodiment forward on the rock figures. Flints made a loud thunderous tune as the bronc slammed his limbs down to the compost. Hind quarters flung out into the breeze as he carried of farther. The end of the rock formation was coming quickly. Muscles gathered and pushed his bodic from the solid ground, allowing him to jump to the bladed geography. Opicals took in the site of a duo printed contressa, Bellatrix. Organ within began to beat quickly as the Saladin came to a halt in front of the essa. Lumbruns parted and a soft shrill shocked the atoms around them. Front mass was risen within the welkin, front limbs thrashing.

Once the dust hued sahib was firmly planted back onto the emerald bladed compost, him calmed his bodic from strike royal jerks. Lumbruns parked once again and a soft vowel entered the passing breeze. " `Ello Belletrix, long time no see Ah?" A shadowed grin covered the lower frame fascade of the sahib. Hind fore limb arched and titanium flint pushed into the compost, leaving behind a tattoo of recognition. Acoustic then pulled over his crown, waiting for the belle to reply to him. Tempo of his beating heart slowed as he pushed the thoughts of him liking to duo painted contressa from his mind, it would be a tragedy if she knew.

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Eaves-droppers melted forth, as the nymph took an inquisitive step forward. She had caught the din of another equine, and had a feeling she knew who the voice belonged to. A smile claimed her plush. So it was that old friends meet once more. It had been quite a while since she`d last seen the sahib, gladdened that he had been here as well. As she reached Rohirrim, a subdued nicker escaped her mug. A smile still placed upon her expression, she greeted him. "Been a while, has it not Rohirrim?" Her threads had fallen into her face, shading her eyes behind tendrils of silk. Her gaze flickered to her left, quite sure she had heard the sound of flints rising and falling upon the begrimed soil. Aerials melted forward as she kept her twins in the direction the sound of hoof-beats sounded.

Taking a step behind, a wry expression upon her carefully dished facade. There stood the most aggravating stallion she had ever met, still looking as if he were his same, smug self. Her twins rolled as he reared, returning rather testily. "I counted that as a good thing." Pressing her iron into the soft earth, a snort emitted from her nasal passages.

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Opicals then connected with the embodiment of yet another independent soul. Acoustics laid back lightly as the sahib side stepped. Brain panel drew back along his arched panel. Tangled threads folded under his crest as the brute rolled his opicals before looking away to the compost, tracing his flint within the cracks of the marble rock surface. Banner lifted from his hocks and whipped over his dusted flank. Opicals glanced up at the duo painted cotressa, but quickly retrieved back down to the hardened compost, hoping she had not caught his aquatic eyes. Desvergonzado slowly began to turn from facing the contressa when her vowels entered his thorn traps. Lids covered over his opicals for a moment to control the sudden anger that the bronc contributed. A low growl exited from his cords before he placed his embodiment up upon the rock formations, liking the elevation the rocks contained.

Bran pan tilted slightly as the behemoth studied the forest-line behind the duo upon the bladed compost. A shadowed figure passed behind the timbers, stalking the duo over the ground. Lumbruns parted and hymns departed into the atoms. " Bellatrix, Rohirrim, Get up here! there's something in the forest!" Bronc spoke in a serious tone but knew the duo wouldn't trust him. Aquatic opicals flashed with growing anger as his attention them turned back to the shadowed figure, one of a wolf. Serpentine then returned to his elegant arch as the bronc lifted his front mass half way from the marble compost. Acoustics were flattened over his skull. Ivories were barred and front limbs thrashed before connecting back on the hardened soil. Front left limb arched and slammed back to the rock numerous time. Angry boiled at the brute's hide surface. Muscles were tense as he watched the small K-nine figure make it's way on along the forest side.

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Moments were quickly swallowed as the approach of Bellatrix was risen. His grin now faded into a warming smile. His facile enlightened to the fact that his old friend was here with him now. Single acoustic then flicked aside against his brain pan. The sahib then greeted with a curt nod of his cranium as it tipped. Caudal was lightly whisked over his stern.

[/size] “Indeed. And I’m quite surprised. You have grown so much since I last seen you.”[/size] Within his dream box he was thinking the same exact thing as he had mentioned. But even so, he knew he had grown quite a bit since then too. But he didn’t let the thoughts ponder for to long. Spheres were then directed upon to where Bellatrix was looking. His tender nostrils began to quiver at the faint aroma of another vagabond. Although it was a familiar aroma he could not put the epithet of the equine to his mind.

It seemed to only take another few seconds as again another equine approached. Of course it was the male he scented just a moment ago. The mahogany stain of the stallions hide was familiar, to familiar. Desvergonzado? The outline of his appearance was soon drawn into a more specific signature. An elevated muffle of a grunt was at last reported before Rohirrim took notice to his old friend’s face. Another revealing whisk of his caudal was continued. Hind appendage rocketing to an incline. Yet quickly he adjusted his physique and remained in the stature of a broadened Mustang he was.[/size] “Well, and hello to you my friend.”[/size] Calming deep baritones were illustrated to the lithosphere, lasting only till the partake of it’s release. Rohirrim tallied a countering glance upon Bellatrix. A quirk of his ‘brow’ was fermented to the curve of his facial remark.

But soon his façade was lathered behind a mask of deceit as he came to divert his gaze upon the larger masculine of Desvergonzado. Attic was tilted slightly as the lyrics of Bellatrix came and faded, and the coming of Desvergonzado’s actions were portrayed. Hind appendai was taken within a reverse step. Canvas swayed slightly to the element of a squall as it caressed over his being. Tapestry was taken within flight, threads dancing temperately. Twin pinnacles began to rotate. Bifocals trained upon Desvergonzado as he was now elevated upon the perch of stone. A softened sigh came to be eliminated through passageways. Ligaments then abhorred into a motive, a walking procedure added. He advanced a few mere steps as abdomen was then curved, the announcement of Desvergonzado took hold of his focus. Quickly his bifocals took scavenge toward the frondescence aside of him. Diagnostics at once pivoted.[/blockquote][/size]

[x.lust]

The world was cruel. It was a heartless place for many, a place of comfort and riches for many others. It all depended on what family you were born into, you couldn`t change your fate. Or so I am told, but then again, you can`t believe everything you are told, can you? The simple life of a homeless equine can be pleasant or a torture. Some herdless horses are surrounded by family and in their own eyes, wealth. Some wish to die, to leave their bodies behind and soar with the eagles, in other words, heaven. The want to roam the ever-green pastures of spring, and bask in the summer sunshine, things they were unable to do while living. The rich equines are the same way. The ones that lead happy lives full of friends, love, and a herd are content, maybe more so than the homeless ones. Still, others feel more alone than they would as a herdless horse, it varies as I have tried to explain.

She had slipped back into her own thoughts once again, jerking her tiara suddenly. Auds pinned as she heard Desvergonzado speak, the smell of a canine meeting her nasal passages. Tossing the threads of silk that shaded her vision, she snorted softly, dark eyes searching for the shape of the lupin. A wolf could never take down a horse alone, unless the equine in question was either stupid or lacking quick reflexes. Nares flaring, her tassle flicking against a marbled flanks, careful to watch the canine, but lapsing back into normality once more.

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Skillet bobbed lightly in a reply to Roirrim's band of words. Attention then turned back to the lucid and pallid damsel. Think box went over a strange though of the essa. A jolt of guilt struke his think box and the thought was forced from his mind. Brain pan jerked to the welkins as the group was greeted with a surprising howl, but the single howl was joined by many more. Acoustics pinned and front fore limb arched in protest to the lupines. Muscled propelled his bodic off the solid rock form to land on the bladed ground. Flints left a number of small trenches in the compost as he pushed off the ground, charging his mass to the timber-line. The pack of canis lupin's disappeared at the sudden loud noise of an angered bronc thundering to them. The hellion soon returned to the duo, glancing at Bellatrix before retaining his place on the solid rock formation. Banner flicked over his rump showing his absent thoughts. Acoustics were turned back to fold down on his skull as he looked at Roirrim. A rolling of his opicals were given before he turned his attention to the duo colored femme.

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It seemed quite evident now that he had come within the marking territory of Desvergonzado, as the remark of the other stallion was quite threatening. A mere invited snort was released in the apparent mood toward Desvergonzado. Diagnostics were then bolted against his tower. His swarthy inked locks draped solemnly over his right optical. The sovereign diluting a glance upon Bellatrix, and yet holding his gaze over Desvergonzado. Although it did not last he merely complied Desvergonzado’s stature toward him. But at most they were even matched. Lappets repealed as his voids diverted toward Bellatrix,

[/size] “Well, as to catch up on old times. How are you Bellatrix? And Desvergonzado?”[/size] His baritones were quite substantial and quieted. But yet held the tint of irritancy as the name of Desvergonzado came to the tip of his tongue. Rohirrim yet arched his ample nape. Although yet not in the show off form most Arabians or half-Arabians would do. He was pure Mustang, and nothing more. [/size]

ooc; muse died.[/blockquote]

[x.lust]

Feeling the prickling sensation of eyes on her, she tossed her tiara, snorting softly. She knew who`s gaze it was, Desvergonzado. Side-stepping, her auds flickered back atop her crown, answering Rohirrim. "Quite well, minus the lack of company." No laugh ruptured from her plush, it was true. The lands of Teraveen Moor were desolate, barely populated. Grinding an iron into the virgin top-soil, she smiled inwardly. The two kings were none too friendly when together, not unpleasant, but never as 'nice' as they were toward her. Twins strayed off into the forestry, eyes trained upon the progress of a rusted fox. It was slinking, snow white belly dragging the ground. It`s large ears were perked forward, its golden eyes landed upon the trio of equids, bolting off into the thicket immediately...

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Cranium jerked to face Rohirrim. Acoustics were pinned slightly as the bronc moved down from the rock formation. A small snort moved from his sliced as he moved to the side of Bellatrix. Dream box rolled over his serpentine, fixed in a calm arch. "Just fine lately, oh have you heard the news Rohirrim?" A small smirk was placed over his lower fascade as one 'brow' creased over his right opicals. Dust died behemoth side stepped, allowing Bellatrix and his own hide to touch. Front bulk changed slightly as the brute awaited for his reaction. Banner flicked over his flank and cranium turned to glance at the timber-line, waiting for some movement but finding none. Attention then turned back to the duo. Aqua stones placed firmly into his craina frame turn to look at the duo stained bella beside him. A soft nuzzle was placed along her barrel, knowing she was indeed pregnant.


OCC// Sorry guys, trying to save muse!

[trista]

A devious smirk of his own ravishingly was exported through facial nerves and spread widely across his lappets. Pin-pointed auricles were arched at the edges of his attic. A slight crook of his cranium was evidently stringed in a cringe of a glance. Bifocals remaining fixed upon the other vagabond. A quite thoughtful graphic of a thought tugged at his foremost dream box. Lappets came to repeal softly, yet oxygen was inhaled before a chorus could be pronounced,

[/size] “Ah, no I have not. But may I take a raving guess? Hm?”[/size] As being quite the character he was. Rohirrim had a notion brewing. A slight shift of his shoulder blades was produced into movement as his exterior broadened and softened to the mere flex of nerves. The sahib soon inclining as bifocals ranged over Bellatrix a slight glimmer of sheen illuminated within his lampistra.[/size] “I see that Bellatrix has left her own dignity aside to bid a fool a good parden, as by joining him in mere poor impeachment. But only by dignifying that her contract as of being the Light Queen was of no significance. And merely broadening the thoughts of one fool and by loitering him into the fairly bound of breeding, in the sensation of giving him gratitude and self-confidence of loving her."[/size]

Another inhaled breath was taken,[/size] "But as in my eyes you should be pitied for. And not yet be encouraged for the deathly acts of loaming a disastrous future for the young Bellatrix. And within such I suggest you leave, Desvergonzado.”[/size] A more presented stern gaze was issued solemnly over the mere cracks and splints of his façade. Caudal flicked silently over his flanks in subdued moments as they were diminished. Rohirrim perking yet his own ‘brow’. Quizzical stare loamed in the anger that flustered him into which lyrics that had been passed only mere seconds ago. His chest cavity exchanged into a more ruffled posture. Rib-cage expanded and chest puffed. Brawny composure held a luminate coordinance. [/size]

ooc; he means leave his sight ._.[/blockquote][/size]

[x.lust]

sorry guys no muse.