..:. Feline Movements [Thorny]

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Saumur galloped hard through the forest, swiveling this way and that. Twisting around each tree as it loomed up in her peripheral vision. Dirt flicked behind her in a matter, some splatering the champagne quilt running along her rump. Bounding over the fallen ones with pride, taking to the air, gracefully like that of an eagles take off, landing back into the earth with such delecacy. Just a flashing form to those that wonder these areas, if they were to blink they would merely see nothing. Her hooves dug deep into the earth, sending her in a skidding, mud sliding halt. She had reached the outter limits of the forest, venturing into open lands, where she was open to the elements. Pausing as she listened carefully, listened to the heart of the world, the pulse of the ground. the sound of beating drums rushed through her ears. Another. Her cranium flicked in the direction through which the sound waves travelled, tickling the hairs along the outer ridge of her satalites, the tiny vibrations rushing through the cannel and into the deepest parts, signaling the sounds into that of something more regonisable to her. By the heavy fall of the oncomings base, she could tell that it too were of the equine type. Her tiny satalites flickered once more, pin pointing how far they were from her, how fast this beast were traveling, all to dismay. Though her heart longed for that undenieing touch of another, she pushed it to the deepest section, baracading it off bringing her heart to lies. Making it feel the solitude, long for it, long for the pain in others. Long glossy strands of silk flicked at the base of her rump, whiping her legs, trailing a stinging sensation. A sweet essance escaping from her longing soul, into the air for others to smell, to conjured, to be reined in, only to feel the bitter thrash at the other end. The silk protruting from the top of her neck running from between the ers, down to her shoulders, gently dangled in the blowing wind, send shrills of cold through to her spine. Though ceasing to react to the freezing sensation, she stood as still as a statue, carved from that of natures own excreation. Only one minute signal that she was a living creature, and that was the unblinking eye, the gentle movements she made.

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Angry writing rocks xD

[Black Thorns]

]The wind creaked through the trees, hissing and laughing, whispering tortured lullabies as it chilled the very core of Sobrius. The forest leered over him, black claws stretching out as if to grasp at his shattered soul and tear it from his pale body. He galloped with the furiousity of a thousand, his alabaster body nearly disappearing into the snow coated world. He was a ghost, a phantom slipping between demons threatening to devour him whole, drag him thrashing into the underworld. Dragon's breath blew about him, thick whiteness spewing from his nostrils as he fought desperately to escape the treacherous woodlands, eyes wide with terror.

You'll never escape us, darling puppet boy, they laughed, bone chilling fingertips running down his spine, sawing at his pelt. He shrieked, pushing his screaming muscles to work harder, move him faster, to escape. He leapt over the sleeping Hades, peeling bark trying to lure his presence into whatever hell there was. Persephone glittered at his side, her whiteness draping over his death's body.

"Leave me!" he cried to the laughing voices as They mocked him, "Let me be! What have I done to infuriate you so?"

He weaved through the trees, hardly aware of where he was going. Out. He needed to get out, to feel sweet release as he burst through the membrane that surrounded him- just barely unable to break through. Death settled on his pelt, melting away as it reached the frenzied body beneath its pelt. Death couldn't touch him. He was immune; it was the Death who trembled upon the mention of his intimidating title, it was Death who shrunk away in sheer terror! He stretched out, euphoria settling over him as each spec of Death did nothing but fade to nothing as it touched him. Oh, how it touched him- and yet it never harmed him! It could never do more than merely touch his near-invisible body.

Sobrius stopped suddenly, a new revelation dawning on him. Another was here. Another threatened his existence.

Be rid of her! they cried, pressing on his skull, threatening to send his cranium leaking over the white snow. And how pure it was! How innocent! And he must not destroy it, no, no, bad boys destroyed the innocent and he was not a bad boy! He drew into himself, seeking consolation from his master's skilled hands, longing for the puppet-strings to slack as he was drawn up into the safe, comforting arms of his puppeteer.

Oh, love, you mustn't worry... We shall be rid of her in no time. It is no worries. You are only the vessel through which we operate. You are safe... and you only hurt because we love you, we adore you so. Would we let you bleed red if we had no need? Simply speak to her, just speak.

Sobrius nodded, watching the champagne mare as she stood like a statue in the midst of a clearing. He watched in fascination as her shimmering, silken locks trembled in the cruel wind.

Oh, how winter was so cruel, taunting him with silver claws, begging for him to let go... and yet, he never could. He stared intently at the beauty, auds flicking from pinned to erect.

We will be rid of her. Simply be a gentleman...

Sobrius stepped out from the cover of the forest, coming from behind the mare. His eyes closed, intoxication seeming to pass through him for a moment before he regained his concentration.

"I bid you a fair morn, my fairest lady. It is with the utmost pleasure and courtesy that I ask of such a beauty's title."

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She felt him, decending upon her. fear stuck to the currents in the air, carrying them far, for all to feel. Making him that of an open case, one that would be an easy shot for preditor to take down. One she would not want upon her doorstep, though that now was too her problem. "I bid you a fair morn, my fairest lady. It is with the utmost pleasure and courtesy that I ask of such a beauty's title." Words. Just words to her satalites, did they mean anything but that of just simple comunication. No. No his were different, poetic. Never moving, never reacting to those sounds, she sinple stood and stared into the future, watching, waiting. White fuzzy, frozen water fell from the overbearing greyness. Sticking to her champagne quilt, melting into her radiating warmth. Her silken threads still toying in the winds, carried like that of a fallen leave on a autumns eve. Palates of reds, golds, browns and yellows surronded the earth on those days, such beauty it held, only to bring the oncoming of the vast white, nothing but blinding white, and freezing temperatures. Oh what would i simply do without those autumn nights, without those beauty of mother nature. She sighed, a simple move, but yet one with so many questions, was she tired? lacking the fun in her life she ever pleaded for? or was it that of something else. That was one thing for you to find out. Turning round with a grace like a cats, silken threads whipping around her face, stinging her orbs, a gentle salty concoction fell from them, blinking away the sting. Their in her full view stood her jester, waiting for her answer. A smile toyed around her speaking device. Purring like that of a feline music play forth. "Such sweet words you speak dear sir, Such beauty lies within. Though that of my title shall not be spoken for one should be of trust first, show me your legoins and then one shall here my title" muscial sounds filled the air between them, as she moved her precious audio device.

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[Black Thorns]

Ice fingers trembled before him as she turned, the earth parting way before a frozen, golden Goddess who bared herself before his inferior form. It was with the greatest reverence that he stepped forth, his orbs lowering to gaze at the white snake, coiling around his legs and hissing cold fire at him. It wrapped about her, too, yet it threatened not- it was he who it wanted to devour, to feel his desperate thrashes as he fought to escape. It was he who was to be poisoned, swallowed whole, dragged down to Hell with his sins. Oh what a sinner he was! Oh how he thought such horrible things... did such horrible things... but he! He was merely a vessel! It was not him who did these things! They were the demons taunting his soul, They were the sinners who must repent!

"Such sweet words you speak dear sir, Such beauty lies within. Though that of my title shall not be spoken for one should be of trust first, show me your legoins and then one shall hear my title," she purred, tantalizing and dangerous as the poison dripped off of her lips. He could see her, now, see her as she must truly be- she was the snake-charmer, feeding him lies and misfortunes- and yet he was drawn ever near, her wicked charm casting over him a coverlet of deceit and horror. Yet he did not care... did not care... let himself surrender to her devious self, if she was so! Yet who was he to judge? Was he the messenger, sent to determine the evil? Was it the voice of the angels he heard, or was it of the demons?

"Ah, but how sweet thy tongue doth seem! It is only fair that should you request the knowledge of my legions, that I am allowed access to yours. Yet how compelling you are, mademoiselle! It is far to easy to trust whatever spills over thy sweet lips. Yet it appears that you do not trust me... and why is that? This tongue tells no wicked, this body does no harm- this mind does not contemplate harming your dear self. Yet you move like that of a cat- slow, analyzing, as if you do not trust me! Shall I persuade you with a title? If that is to be what decides, then my name is Sobrius Demenio." He paused for a slight moment, bowing before her. Let her believe him inferior, let her know that he worshipped the ground she walked on. She was a pale, frosted Goddess, letting her sweet poison drip onto him. SHould she choose that he did not gain her title, forever the frosted Goddess would she remain. December. If she had no name for him, she should be December in his fantasy land.

"Oh, my sweet one, can't you be persuaded? Grace me, pale one, with your glorious title... that is all I ask of you."

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Soft notes fell upon her satalites, poetic they were, such wonderous sounds, almost so much that the ice encaging that of her beating muscle could melt. But yet that did not happen, they simply caressed the sharpe edges, tantalizing her more so. Such beauty radiated from this white ones audio, such graceful songs he spoke. Yet she did not fall so easily under those words.
"Ah, but how sweet thy tongue doth seem! It is only fair that should you request the knowledge of my legions, that I am allowed access to yours. Yet how compelling you are, mademoiselle! It is far to easy to trust whatever spills over thy sweet lips. Yet it appears that you do not trust me... and why is that? This tongue tells no wicked, this body does no harm- this mind does not contemplate harming your dear self. Yet you move like that of a cat- slow, analyzing, as if you do not trust me! Shall I persuade you with a title? If that is to be what decides, then my name is Sobrius Demenio." So charming doth he, but such a fool too. Offering himself so easily unto that of something yet not so charming. Oh such a fun game this was, such a fool of a stag. High tinkiling notes fell from her audio, as he bowed infront of her. Yes, yes he really was a fool, too easy of a catch, so easy it was for them to fall under her ever lying poisen. Oh so much fun she were having, so much indeed. "Oh, my sweet one, can't you be persuaded? Grace me, pale one, with your glorious title... that is all I ask of you."

"To ask such things is deamon upon ones crown, for it is rude to ask, you shall not know thy title, unless one feels grace upon doing so, then and only then, my poet will you recieve that." Such determination upon him to know ones name, so much unlying trust. So stupid of he to be so forth coming, one had to learn to be more patient, learn to be skilled in the secreacy. Yet he seemed so gentle, so charming. Too quick too speak, something was a miss.

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[Black Thorns]

"To ask such things is deamon upon ones crown, for it is rude to ask, you shall not know thy title, unless one feels grace upon doing so- then, and only then, my poet, will you recieve that."

Puppet! You have failed! You have angered her! Oh the queen hates you, and how we hate you! You will be punished! Their voices rang like the death-bell, dark and ominous as they pressed against his cranium. Make it stop, make it stop, please!

He ducked his head submissively, shameful. The rage he had inflicted upon her- however little it shone in her tone, her stance- was surely to be worse than anything he had known before. It was this silent fury which terrified him- this brewing concoction that bubbled, sizzled deep in her core, threatening to pour liquid fire and burn him, burn him so completely that he was nothing but ashes and eyeballs.

Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop make it stop MAKE IT STOP!

"Oh thy fair one, I do sincerely apologize for my misbehavior. Titles are a name to a soul, and it is ever increasingly formidable to let the soul be known to outsiders... For knowing the soul's title is to decipher the meaning..." he slowly drifted off as he spoke, eyes staring miles into nothing as he spoke.

MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!

He stepped back from the mare, hissing as he fought to contain the pounding of a thousand fists as they beat against his brain.

MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEITMAKEITMAKEITSTOOO-

"Fair one," he said, teeth clenched as he fought to control the pain, "Why does the trust lack in thee?"

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Orbs watched as the stag stood by. Seeming so lost in himself, So .. unknown he were, yet he insisted upon knowing her name. So persistent her were, Yet she would not break so easily, for to give her name to him now would to lose the game she always played. And that... That was never a good thing to do. To lose was to show weakness, and she were not weak. Well in her mind she were not that at all.
"Oh thy fair one, I do sincerely apologize for my misbehavior. Titles are a name to a soul, and it is ever increasingly formidable to let the soul be known to outsiders... For knowing the soul's title is to decipher the meaning..." His gentle music played with her satalites once more, reaching the outer limits of that pulsating muscle once more. His music seemed to dwindle at the end, stood their, staring into nothing, he were. Such beauty unerlay his soft quilt, his threads being made from another source. There truely were something a miss about him, something inside him. He was a messenger of god. His gentle music touched her satalites once more, draging back the attention of her orbs. "Fair one," he said, teeth clenched as he fought to control the pain, "Why does the trust lack in thee?" The shield cracked, his stance too kind of that for her to play this game, though still holding it their all the same. "My son, you are not the one i lack the trust in, its the world around me. And for me to give my title to you, would be to give myself to this world, Sucummbing to the elements" Her music had changed, now that of a more softer tone. Watching closely as her silken threads twitched, allowing more of that sweet wine to pour onto the earth.

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Dum dumm

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[Black Thorns]

"My son, you are not the one i lack the trust in, its the world around me. And for me to give my title to you, would be to give myself to this world, Sucummbing to the elements." Her musical voice was that of the gentlest, of the dove; yet it was pure fury that boiled in his veins.

"I AM NOT YOUR SON!" he screamed, rearing high into the air and lashing out at the heavens in his blind rage. "I am not your son! I am no-one's son! No one! No one! Do you understand, you vile creature!? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU HELLSPAWN!?"

"You are no December morn, fair one!" he said, suddenly calm and quiet, "For to claim thee as your son..."

He pressed his audits against his head briefly, before suddenly collapsing into a mass of a weeping creature, as if a broken angel had fallen from high above, grieving at the loss of its wings and halo...

"Redemption... Redeem me... Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..." he whispered between breaths... "I deserve none other than to suffer... She! She! Oh I have done such horror..."

He pressed his face deeper into the snow, the cold substance freezing his face and melting- before freezing back into the demon's ice soul it was.

"Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death..." he began, shuddering with each breath, repeating the same phrase so many times it began to run as if it were one word. "Forgive me..."

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"I AM NOT YOUR SON!" imediatly recoiling from his words. Now such hate filled the air. Hatred was not to be delt with. His hooves collided with the air, pawing out at whatever he could grasp. He was not that of the gentle soul she had one found in him. He was worse, much worse indeed. There was something deep inside of him that was causing such morbid feelings. "I am not your son! I am no-one's son! No one! No one! Do you understand, you vile creature!? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU HELLSPAWN!?" No, he had it all wrong. he didnt understand. Daring of that, she stepped closer to him, now he had finnaly calmed himself down just that little bit. His gentle song brushed or satalites "You are no December morn, fair one!" His voice now back to that same tone, such scarce emotions, but such calm intented. "For to claim thee as your son..." Orbs watching his greyed form, as the something inside him stirred, she sung to him, though not in the same way he had just done so. For to feel anger was not good."No you are misinformed Sobrius, We are all sons and daughters of the earth, all born from the same thing. You are a son as i am a daughter. I am sorry i spoke too much."

As about to turn and leave this stag be, his words resounding in the back of her mind. His gentle orrows brushing at her satalites once more. Though this time those words were not intended for her. "Redemption... Redeem me... Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..." he whispered between breaths... "I deserve none other than to suffer... She! She! Oh I have done such horror..." Spoken into the earth, aloud. He was true something different, something she had never seen before in others. Watching him with suspecting orbs, as he lay in the depths of snow, burring his face, trying to rid himself of horrors. "Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death..." Sufering, he truely were right now, suffering from under her words, Words that had touch too deep. Making the bad reserface again. Taking a step towards him, feelings like she had never felt before sat their right now. Feelings she could not name. Though all she did know was Sorrow. His capsule shattered the frozen cage within. "Forgive me..." Pulling closer to him, running her audio along that of his crown. Pulling at his silken threads upon that very place. "I'm sorry Sobrius[" Her melody was almost in audialble, forgiving him for something that she didnt know, but knowing that she felt sorry for his outburst. Knowing that he ahdnt actually been asking her to forgive him. But that of something more.

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What did you do to her D: She finds him too intriguing

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