Now and Then

[twi]

Ixori was wandering the meadow, knee deep in flowers. She knew she was looking for something, but couldn't remember what. The fact bothered her, so she kept raising her head, though what she expected to see, she didn't know.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a movement and whirled to face whatever it was. Though she had been quick, all she caught was the swish of a tail as it disappeared into the bordering trees. Feeling more strongly then ever that needed to find whatever she was looking for, Ixori plunged in after the mysterious horse.
"Wait!" She called. "Wait up!"
But her quarry did not wait. Deeper and deeper she followed, yet she could never get more then a glimpse of it.
She was so intent on her pursuit that she didn't even notice that a storm had arisen, seemingly out of nowhere. Before she realized what was happening, a sheet of light blinded her, as a bolt of lighting struck right in front of her muzzle. She screamed in terror, rearing up on her hind legs...
Ixori awoke shaking. This was the second time she had had that horrible dream. Trying to control her tremors, she rose from her bed in the soft grass to pace back and forth uneasily. She could feel one of her restless moods beginning, that would strike now and then, thanks to that disturbing dream. Why was it that she felt such a yearning inside of her? Perhaps it wasn't due to her dreams. Perhaps the dreams were only a reflection of her yearnings. She wanted something, something that she knew was in her grasp if only she would reach for it.
She raised her head, half expecting to see a shadowy form at the border of her meadow. Nothing. Almost in disappointment, she lowered her head and began to graze. Maybe her troubling yearning would wear off in time. But until then, her heart would continue to ache in a way that she didn't know how to cure.

[paddeh]

Whisky held his head low. Thunder clouds pressing down upon them, the chilly morning air making his body shiver. The grass was dewy and he pulled his head up as a flash of lightning brightened the sky. 1, 2, 3, 4- A loud crack of thunder sounded, echoing off the trees. The storm was not far, and moving fast. Whisky's ears swivvled at the sound of a horse pacing. Another horse? He walked slowly forward, to the edge of the meadow, but stayed far enough back. A mare. She looked up as if expecting someone, then lowered her petite head and started to graze. A lightning bolt flashed and reflected of his deep bay coat. 2 seconds. The storm was almost here. He snorted, softly, uneasily. The poor mare. She was out in the middle of a meadow with a lightning storm. What if she got struck?

He whinnied softly out to her, then started to move away, another flash of lightning reflected off his coat. He whisked his tail and started to move deeper into the forest. She needed to follow him, he had to get her out of there. But he wasn't good with words. Not sense- not sense watching that mare be killed (most likely) by Ramaskith. That was scaring. But he was better now, he just didn't feel like talking, he hadn't met another equine sense then. He needed her to follow her. Before the storm was directly here.

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272 words .
So, I'm playing it out like she is living her nightmare.. .

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[aPPY]

Ramaskith happily trotted forward, rain softly hitting his body. His hip was feeling much better, his Alpha manifested, accerated healing finally kicking in. He was happy to be able to move freely; being restricted in you motion was not a good feeling. What were you supposed to do everyday? Sit around and do nothing and gain fat. It was not appealing. He liked to be in motion, always ready for something to happen. Not like his enemies, who were most likely sitting around, enjoying themselves, unaware of his plans. Most creatures didn't even know that he was gaining back his memory; everyone thought he was sitting up here on his land going crazy. Well, they would see; Lord Ramaskith wasn't going crazy at all. He was planning revenge and they wouldn't have a chance to process that fact before he destroyed them all. He grinned wickedly at the thoughts, knowing that there was nothing that could stop him now. He would be victorious and it would make up for all of his previous failures. Endless punishments, a reign of blood and destruction. It would be talked about for centuries. It would be glorious, and it would all be his doing. And he could live to see it all, and the era would never end. His pace quickened, a slight bounce in his stride as he continued to think about the future. He even started to hum a small tune, starting to bounce to the beat.

He would swing to the side, pause with a leg in the air, bent at the knee and a hid leg pulled up. Then he would jump forward, pausing once again, with the opposite legs pulled up. Then the pillars would fall and he would cross them, moving to the side and dragging them in the dirt; imagining the earth was the skin of his victims. His neck was beautifully arched, his mane dripping wet and bouncing in tune with his steps. His nose almost touched his chest and he danced back and forth, savoring in the feel of his muscles coiling and uncoiling as they worked. He snorted softly, boucing forward again, this time kicking his foreleg straight out as he stepped forward. If someone were to look at him, they would think him crazy. But he was just so excited for his plans to work out, and the movements ad overcome him. The dance was beautiful, something preformed with such a large body that it couldn't possibly look alright, but it did. And in knowing who was dancing, one would wonder where such movements had come from, but the thoughts would be lost in the mesmerizing contours of his body as he bunched and stretched out. He danced to the music in his head, the happiness buried in with the blood lust and the anger at his failures. The emotions were painted in the dance.

Ramaskith stopped suddenly, his head shooting up and twisting around at the sound of a whinny. He shook his head, rain flying in every direction but doing nothing to dry his face as the water continued to drip off of his muzzle. He couldn't see the other equine, so they couldn't have seen him dancing. He pulled himself up, his ears flickering from side to side before he twisted, pivoting on his hind end and quickly trotting forward. Thunder rumbled in the distance, following a flash of lightning that lit up the dark skies. Unfortunately, the rain drowned out any scents that he could follow, so he had to rely directly on hearing and sight to find the other equine. Who was trespassing onto his territory? He transitioned into a canter, trying to decipher where the creature was so he could question them. The strangers entering his lands were becoming quite annoying, for these were times of preparing and training, and if anyone happened to walk in and see, they could run off and tell the others. And then all of is beautiful plans would be ruined once again. He could not let that happen.

He paused as he saw two figures in the meadow, one grazing and the other starting to move away. He walked forward, looking at each of them. The rain was starting to fall harder, before only a drizzle, now starting to make a sound as the drops fell. "If I may be so bold to ask," he started, glaring down at the creatures, "What ever are you doing here?" He wasn't going to waste his time with pleasantries.

// 762 words

please remember to post in size 1.
ramaskith doesn't like intruders unless they are going to fight for him. :D
and yes. he dances. >.>

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[twi]

Ixori's head hurt. The feeling that she had to leave wouldn't go away. Something kept tugging at her. Was she dreaming again? These days it was so hard to tell.
"Probably the results of being a loner" she murmured to herself.
She thought she saw a a motion at the edge of the clearing, but refused to look at it. She would NOT give in. Whether it was a dream or not, she hated how it would always end. She was always alone, alone with the flash of light before she woke up.
Was there something, something not made up by her imagination was was interfering with her dreams? The tug at her heart felt familiar, yet she doubted she was dreaming. Perhaps the dream world and the real one were mingling. What was the difference anyway? And did it matter?
"You should definitely find yourself a companion. Being alone with your thoughts can sometimes be detrimental to one's health," she said aloud to herself.
And to her surprise, something answered. "If I may be so bold to ask, what ever are you doing here?"
This part had never been in her dream. Ixori's ears flattened, her eyes widened and she jerked up her head to see...a handsome stallion before her. Though he had obviously sustained some recent wounds, his black pelt gleamed, his muscles bulging beneath wet skin. It took a moment for his words to register. They were hostile to be sure, Ixori knew that much. So why wasn't she reacting?
"Uh..." The words barely made it out of her mouth, as she stared at the creature before her. Judging from his icy stare, he held no good will towards her, yet Ixori's fascination was captivated. Who was he? She made an effort to patch up her reply.
"I'm grazing." Intelligent, very intelligent.

[paddeh]

'If I may be so bold to ask, what ever are you doing here?'
Whisky stopped dead.
The rain spattered down on his coat.

He knew that voice.
The voice of Ramaskith.
Whisky remmbered that voice all too well. The voice. Oh, no, no, no. The voice that was joined with the monster who killed, for all he knew, that poor innocent mare.

'Uh.. i'm grazing.'
The mare, that was her responce. He couldn't just leave her out there. Whisky trotted forward, his breathing controlled, his emotions blank. He stopped within striking distance of either of them.
'We meet again, my Lord.'
Whisky would rather not say 'my Lord' but, he didn't need to be injured. He bowed his head a little, then curiosuly looked at the pretty black mare. Her large, soft brown eyes stared with curiousity at Rama. Didn't she know who he was?!

Whisky waited for Rama to reply, and he gave a small smile to the mare. Comforting? Not too pushy? He didn't want to scare her, he didn't know how to tell her that Rama was highly dangerous without saying it, and hopefully a smile would some-what comfort her. She had no idea that both of them might not live for more then an hour if the wrong words were said.

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Holy crap. That is so weird. The same as last time, and I didn't even mean to! e.e

Hung out with Ivan at lunch today :D.. with my friends of course,
but still. He kept hitting me with the backetball & soccer ball T.T

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[twi]

"...my lord"
Ixori only caught the end of the phrase. What? My lord? The words came from behind Ixori. She half turned to face whoever it was. As though he had materialized out of the trees, there stood a bay stallion, nervously, Ixori thought, staring past her at the black paint stallion. The larger of the two, the black paint, who was still regarding Ixori severely, seemed unhappy about both of their presences. Ixori did not know who either of them were, but she felt little quiver of uneasiness. That was definitely fear she sensed from the bay stag. Though Ixori knew that she should most likely be feeling fearful by now, only a vague sense of uneasiness tinged her stolid stance, as she remained firmly planted between the two. It seemed that the black paint - partially Thoroughbred like Ixori by the looks of him - held a substantial amount of power around here.
Being somewhat of a loner, as she had an aversion to associating with equines for very long, the innocent Ixori had no idea who this commanding stallion was. Still, she decided that she had better show some respect.
"I hope I am not intruding," she began, hoping her voice sounded more polite to the stag than it did to her own ears, "but I am a bit lost. I don't have a permanent home and I happened to wander into this lovely area. Grande Campi, I believe it called? Forgive me if I am intruding on anyone's territory."
There. Much better than the nonsensical reply she had forced out a moment ago.

[aPPY]

"Uh...I'm grazing," the mare replied, stating the obvious. She seemed to ont be able to think with him standing there. Did she know who he was? If she did, why was she even here? His ears flattened as he glared at the creature, calculating the best way to kill her off. She was of no use to him, and he wasn't in a very tolerating mood. Perhaps crushing her spine into a million pieces? No, maybe this one should be quick, just to get it over with. He didn't really feel like drawing it out. He wanted things to be quick and precise, not to take forever with the chances of escape. Like Sheba had done. The thought struck more anger through him. Yes, it would just be eaiser to kill her off quickly, no struggles. He took a step toward her, his movements forced to be slow. He just wanted to kill, to let out some steam. He was not happy. But then, as he was about to approach the vixen, someone else entered the conversation. "We meet again, my Lord," they said. Ramaskith turned his head to stare at the forgotten obstacle. He couldn't possibly kill her with a witness, could he? Unless he decided to kill them both. BUt, he was only one being, and while he destroyed one life, the other would have time to escape, and that would be bad. Very bad. The stag smiled at the mare and Rama cut his eyes to the female before assessing the stag again.

"Yes..." he said, the 's' sound drawing out as he thought quickly. "Unfortunately." He narrowed his eyes at the stag, not wanting to deal with the interference. Though, the mare chose this moment to speak up. "I hope I am not intruding, but I am a bit lost. I don't have a permanent home and I happened to wander into this lovely area. Grande Campi, I believe it's called? Forgive me if I am intruding on anyone's territory." Rama turned, nodding once. "Yes, Grande Campi, a smaller portion of Orientalis, my domain," he huffed, "Though, new commers are not quite welcome if they have nothing to offer their Lord. I don't need useless liabilities wandering around." He took this chance to look at the mare, or at least as best he could through the growing fog. She was an average height, though there was a daintiness to her form that suggested a different lineage. Judging by what he could see of her bone structure, she was no fighter. The spindly legs would break easily with her ancestry, proving very much the liability he accused her of being. Could she bear children? Perhaps, though she seemed rather young and he wasn't sure what attributes she possessed that would be beneficial to his offspring, rather than a tad bit of height.

The sky started to rumble, pulling him from his thoughts. could anything get any worse? Now it had to rain as well. It didn't appear as if he were going to get to murder anyone either, not with two equine creatures standing before him and only one Ramaskith. The odds were not quite in his favor, even if he was the Lord.

// 494 words

crappppp. D:
sorry for the wait. Rama is being mean to me, as you can tell by the utter shittiness of this post right here. D:

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[twi]

Ixori could feel the stallion’s eyes on her, cold and piercing, impassively assessing both her and the situation. His form was massive, ornamented with scars, rawhide muscles bunching beneath flesh. He was a fighter for sure.
Ixori felt no fear under his scrutiny, although he evidently did not take kindly to her presence. Her lack of fear did not stem a much from innocent ignorance now. It was more her natural resistance to anything that would dominate, anything that would seek to cow her spirit.
Though the black paint stood still a fair distance off from her, Ixori could almost sense his hot breath on her face. He acted as one that was in complete control of the situation, standing so menacingly before her. She decided that she did not like this stag, his narrowed eyes coolly sweeping over her black form.
"Yes, Grande Campi, a smaller portion of Orientalis, my domain, though, new commoners are not quite welcome if they have nothing to offer their Lord. I don't need useless liabilities wandering around."
Well, that cleared things up. This was obviously one hostile stallion. Almost imperceptibly, Ixori's ears flicked backwards.
No, not wise, she told herself, forcing her ears forward again, not quite in a gesture of friendliness, but taking care to veil the anger bubbling up within.
The stallion had an ego problem. So what that Grande Campi was his domain? Commoners? Useless liabilities? As she replayed his words in her head, Ixori could feel her ears itching to flatten again.
She considered glancing towards the bay behind her, not so much for reassurance but to see how he was responding to the situation. She ended up chosing to stifle the urge, for she refused to project any image of weakness to the other stallion. The weak were the preyed upon ones and Ixori would not allow herself to classed as such.
She took her time in replying, finally saying, "you evidently resent my presence. Had I known, I would have taken care to avoid this specific area. I already offered you my apologies. Now I offer you my willingness to leave, though I doubt you plan to let me off so easily. What are you going to me?"
The last sentence she added as an afterthought. Ixori hoped she would not have reason to regret those words but she honestly did wonder what the stallion planned to do. She found it hard to imagine him attempting to outright kill her, but she knew that she had to consider every possibility. She understood that he was the sort who detested the useless, the weak. Even now, as he continued to stare at her in his unsettling way, she could tell that he was trying to decide what to do with his unexpected company.

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Yay! 472 words! My best yet.