Nature calls to me; in the night it spurns my name

[chiaaa]

Eve~

They whisper my name in their nightmares.

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Eyeing my surroundings apprehensively, I came to a halt once again. I flicked my left hoof nervously, causing the grass to flutter, snap lightly; I made a small, tight circle, my eyes taking in the beautiful atmosphere – the mossy green grass, azure skies with puffy white clouds, and all the flowers that clustered around my hooves and amongst the grass. Sun warming my black coat, I revelled in the sensation as my muscles relaxed ever so slightly; I sighed in relief, a small smile curving upon my features. Sniffing at the air, I could smell the scent of others equines. Lowering my head, I inhaled the sweet fragrance of the grass, nipping it, cherishing the taste. Tilting my head once again towards the sun, I mused. Would there be other horses here? I didn’t want to be alone. Talking to myself wasn’t particularly appealing, having done just that for all the time I’d been alone so far. Would I meet someone soon? I wondered, curiosity taking over. Would they know this place, where they were, or would they be as lost as I? How much longer would I have to spend in my own monotonous company? Closing my eyes, I lowered myself delicately to the ground, and curled, the fragrant grass as a pillow for my weary head. I hoped this day wouldn’t be riddled with dreams. The life I had led, that I couldn’t remember. Much like a spiders web, I reflected – cruel and empty in the brutal deception of the kill. Yet, as the spider would grow, as would the beauty of the web that it would eventually create...

[steph]

He had been traveling threw this neutral like terrain looking for his first wench, orbs picked up on many but none enticed him enough to waste his time with an approach. Carcass was hidden in the woods invisible to those around. Pillars touched the earth lightly as they always did, to insure his presence was hidden. The scent of a fae was carried to him with a gust of spring wind.

Bodice moved to a patch of trees as his grey orbs scanned for the one who made the scent, and he spotted her black wench standing among a patch of flowers. From the way she stood and how she was acting the stallion could tell that she was not a dark like him, but he was urged to get a closer look.

The Dappled grey form moved towards her, stopping at the edge of the flower patch. Hot air escaped his nares as he called to the vixen before him.

Well, Well, what do we have here?

Moving once again he circled her, looking her over, she was good looking, if only she was a dark she would be a great asset to him. But, a slave would be what he would make of her, unless she changed her ways and became a true dark. After a few circles he came to a stop in front of the vixen.

To what shall I address you?

Lyrics where dark and dangerous but they held promise for a wild ride, for that was what you got with this brute your life would be wild.

[chiaaa]

Eve~

Her name is revered amongst the highest stars.

Upon awakening, I slowly let myself up, and tilted my head up to the sky, breathing in the fresh air, the taking in the beautiful sights of the sun. The spring wind carried upon it the slight echo of hoof beats upon the grasslands. My ears pricked up to the slow but light sound of footfalls, as I stood upright. Raising my head proudly, I watched as a dark stallion entered my gaze. Dappled grey, I noticed. Flicking back my name, revealing the stars upon my forehead, I eyed him curiously. Would he be friend or foe? Even so, I longed for companionship. Grazing the emerald green grass with my right hoof, gently back and forth, I waited for him to speak.
Well, well, what do we have here? He said; a voice low, silky, enticing. Pulling myself up to my full height, I stood, exuding an air of confidence that belied my inner nervousness. To what shall I address you? Continued the owner of such an alluring voice; husky, a touch of the wild that was so tempting. Quirking an eyebrow, I replied.
I would be Eve; in search of a new home, companionship. Bowing my head slightly, in deference to his manner, I glanced up at him briefly. He radiated strength, potency; wild. I mused for a moment in my mind, inquisitive. I wonder where he is from, and does he know where he is going, if he knows where he is? Levelling my brown eyes to his grey ones, I asked. And how should I address you, sir? My dark orbs lingering upon his. Tilting my head, I eyed him curiously, casting a fleeting glance over his body. A sleek dappled coat, strong pillars, and an aura that exuded wildness enraptured me. Waiting upon an answer, I gazed into his fair eyes.

[steph]

Orbs remained on the black duchess as the flick of her dreads reviled stars upon her head. He watched as she examined me, the uneasiness of his intentions flicked briefly on the surface of her twin pools. Her lyrics where soft, yet he knew they held the potential to be threatening. Replaying her words in his head, the dappled brute nodded his head slightly. Eve, it was a different name, one that he had heard before, but still rare.
As she connected her gaze with that of his own he saw a flash of who Eve was, a fiery younger fae who was open to new things and playful. It was a gift that the dappled one held; his past has taught him how to read others easily.

Yarraman is what name has been cursed upon me

A gust of cold wind past over the two bodies, it was starting to cool down, soon it would be dusk. Breaking their glance Yarramen looked around them the land had become quieter, all the other horses where beginning to settle in. Coming back to Eve, he thought for a moment, would he take her into his lands? Would she be able to be a dark? Well, he would have to ask in order to find out.

As it is getting late, I would as you to come to my herd. But as I can see you are not a dark like myself.

Yarramen paused letting her assume that he was done speaking, but once again the great beast parted his lips.

So, I have to ask, will you remain neutral or, change your
ways and follow me?

Walking back a few stepped dappled carcass gleamed with the setting of the sun. The sky around them had now become splashed with orange and pink, it was quite a sight.

{OOC: This would be his first mare so if she comes I will make a claming post and it will be like him brining her to his land.}

[Anarchy]

Eve~

She contemplated temptation; the stars wept as she fell from grace.

I watched him as he watched me; his eyes roved over the stars that lingered upon my forehead. I noticed his small nod, as he took in my softly spoken words – perhaps he’d interpreted them with an underlying tone of threat. I watched as his eyes flashed momentarily, either in recognition or revelation; perhaps he had read my character, my personality like that of a book. Am I so obvious? Maybe so.
I shivered slightly as a cold gust of wind blew, the air whistling through the trees; the bitterness, and the cruelness biting into my glossy obsidian like coat. I disliked this weather intensely, and longed, yearned for the hot days of summer; but my mind was wandering now. I pulled my mind back to the present – and listened to his velvety, decadent voice. Yarramen is what name that has been cursed upon me. I nodded slightly in assent; that he might continue, drinking in his timbre. As it is getting late, I would ask you to come to my herd. But I can see that you are not dark like myself. Ah, realisation. He was a dark. He trod that thin line between morality and immorality; the wildness in his actions became apparent to me. His voice, the timbre, alluring and rapturous, mesmerised me. So, I have to ask, will you remain neutral, or change your ways and follow me? He was dangerous; lethal. He would not be tamed, I realised. But I longed for a streak of risk, danger. But at what cost would I pay to have a new life, companionship and a new home? I reflected. I have not pledged myself to light or dark, but I am reluctant as to establishing an alliance with either. They hadn’t appealed to me. I thought for another moment, biting on my lower lip in my haste to come to a decision. I raised my head to the sky, revealing the stars upon my forehead again; consulting the stars that had not yet been unleashed by the gradually setting sun, and the rising moon. I watched as the sun set free its colourful rays of fiery orange and pinks as it set. And I wondered.

Show me the temptation of the wild, and of the darkness, I asked him, a mocking smile upon my face. I want to know if those who are pledged to the dark can laugh, tease, and play as those who are neutral, or light. With these words spoken, I nipped him playfully on the neck, turned swiftly, a small laugh escaping me, as I confidently started a steady gallop, hoping he would follow. Would he be shocked at my outlandish behaviour? Perhaps; but now, came the test. Would he rise to the challenge that I had set him, or fall at the last hurdle? At least if not, I had had some company that had stopped me from driving myself insane, grinning at the thought; and I continued, racing across the fields streaked with the suns setting rays.

[chiaaa]

OOC// forgot to login. xD forgive me. xD

[steph]

The sunset began to diminish as blackness began to consume all. A fiery mood came over the stallion, for night was the prime time of this dark; it was when the mysterious happened. Orbs watched Eve as she tried to figure out his ways, then as she contemplated her answer by looking up into the sky where the stars would soon be. He could tell that she was indecisive; he knew that he had put her in a difficult position by making her choose. But life with Yarraman was difficult for he was not an easy going horse.

Yarraman listened attentively at the fae’s response, Show me the temptation of the wild, and of the darkness, I want to know if those who are pledged to the dark can laugh, tease, and play as those who are neutral, or light. He laughed to himself he alone was the temptation. Laughing and teasing although rare where something that Yarraman was capable of doing, but playing was something he wasn’t a fan of but he knew that that was what he was going to be doing with this mare.

When the light pressure of teeth on his boa Yarraman pined back is ears at the sudden feeling, he had not expected the fae to bite him, however he knew that it was not as a threat and his ears resumed their high standing position, just in time to hear her gallop off and a laugh escape her mouth.

Leaping forward the stallion went straight from a stand still position to a gallop, knowing that she was going to join him, Yarraman figures the black duchess was worth the chase. Arabian banner flew out behind him as it took form of its graceful appearance in flight. Wind wiped his dreadlocks widely in the air and around his handsome face, as he neared they fae. Stretching out his neck he nipped at her rump, letting her know that he was ready for whatever she tossed his way. With a powerful burst of speed Yarraman was now neck and neck with Eve.

The two bodies flew across the grass, not slowing down, they where testing each other’s limits how far would they go? How long would the test go on?

{OOC: no problem}

[chiaaa]

Eve~

And so the race began – into oblivion and danger, and the stars twinkle upon her forehead.

I grinned, and I tossed a fleeting glance over my shoulder, behind me, dark eyes flashing in the gradually fading sunset, seeing him catch up after a moment - a little taken aback having nipped his collar gently. The sunset faded, the beauty of the colours growing ever fainter, giving way to darkness – where the moon arose, and the stars glistened, guiding those lost, and advising those in need –much like those that lingered upon my forehead that corresponded to those that were clinging to the night sky. I loved this time of every evening, when morning gave way to dusk, dusk to night. The beginning of a new night, where the smells changed and became more delicate than that of the morning and lazy afternoons. I smiled; I was in my element. The darkness encompassed us in its silent yet loving embrace, and I flew ahead, stars upon my forehead now fully revealed to the night sky as the wind swept past us, whistling gently in my ears, and turning into a faint hum as I gathered speed. My lithe, agile body, no longer weary from my endless journey – it was now energised for this chase, keeping a rhythmic pace, testing his boundaries and mine. Stretching out his neck, he nipped me gently – be prepared, it said. He was ready for whatever I was going to dare him – a declaration of his commitment, I supposed. His mane streamed behind him, a gracefulness in his movement that I hadn’t, or didn’t expect from one of the dark. His long strides matched me, and shyly now, I began to slow down, contemplative. He was temptation in itself – but I was still so unsure. I longed to discover him – peel his layers, unfold secrets within, but again. What would I gain? But then I thought, why not try this, and see where it gets me? I have nothing to lose, and all to gain. So I started a steady gallop, yet again – and we flew; two in fluid motion, beautiful in our togetherness and movement. To any other, we would seem almost inseparable, but in the here and now, we were testing each other’s limits. But how long would he endure this, and was I worth this chase of cat and mouse?

[steph]

Snorting Yarraman slowed with Eve, was she done testing him, or was she just trying to trick him? But, as soon as he slowed he was forced to yet again lenghtin his strides for she had once again entered into a gallop. He could by the way she was acting that she was still contimplacting her answer. Eve was also trying to figure him out to see what was underneath the darkness. Laughing to himself a smirk crossed his face, that was all that was too Yarraman a wild and bold deminor with the attudide of spite. How long would it take her to notice what she was getting herself into? Once she noticed would she want to be a part of his herd? The only way she would be able to cope would be to leave her light side behind and truly devot herself to the ways of the dark. The ways of Yarraman.

Tossing his head in the air Yarraman, pushed forward his body now ahead of Eve’s, he called to her challenging her to keep up.

[Eve]

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Eve~

the temptation lingers before her - and her heart beats only for that sole intention.

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Grinning now, I listened as he laughed, and I watched as he caught up with a smirk and pushed ahead of me. I whipped all the thoughts out of my mind, planning to enjoy the moments we had together. What would this come to? I wondered. Maybe I would go with him, maybe not, but I was not entirely sure that my future led to the dark – but what was the harm in trying? We raced in the midnight sky, as the pale beams of the moon swept the earth – a surreal light that guided us as we loped together; I ever so slightly behind him now. This chase could last a while, I thought, but ultimately, I have to make a decision. But if I went with him, what would I become? His first of a collection of others, a new herd. Or something else, something more? I watched him from the corner of my eyes- they were still focused ahead, gauging where we were heading. Maybe I’d let him lead the way. He was temptation in itself, and I was so close to reaching out and grasping this opportunity, but still my conscience stopped me. Should I listen to my head, or to my heart? [/font]

[steph]

[glow=green,2,300] Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

The Temptation will Capture your Soul


Yarraman lead Eve away from the meadow, and they began to race down narrow overgrown paths. He would not tell her where they where going for soon enough they would arrive at his desired spot.

Boa turned as he looked behind him to make sure that she was still following. Would she abandon her light ways and come with him? Or would she back out? The only reasons that Yarraman had asked her to change her ways was because he was enticed by the courage that she kept hidden, the courage and attitude that would make her a great dark.

The land around them became marsh like, and mud begin to clump along the lower part of Yarraman's pillars. Suddenly he stopped and walked a few more steps, looking behind him, he did not seen Eve. A low rumble came from the demons maw as he called for her.

{ooc: sorry i forgot about this post}

[chiaaa]

Eve~

He was leading me away from the meadows, the field that I had entered not long ago - taking me to a strange path that I hesitated to track down. Strewn with overgrown plants, the undergrowth. Dark, truly. I paused for a moment before taking a hesitant step forward, and carried on a little further. I was truly, truly confused - tempted, but was that enough to pull me through to this wild yet wonderful place? I wasn't so sure. The land had become muddier, marsh like. And I wasn't so sure. If I ventured here, would I return? I heard him call for me, a dark, low sound that rumbled deep in his chest; but still, I hesitated.