xx light and dark don't co-exist... right? [yin]

[Snowy]

ra'zac
- a vision from your worst nightmares

it has been said many a time by many a scholar that there is always a reason to fear the darkness, whether it be from the fear of the unknown, the harshness of its actions, or the deadliness of its lies, there's always a reason. it has been that way ever since time began, the force of light has always been considered the force of good and right, while the force of darkness has always been known as the force of evil, and really no one can blame that logic. light is the beautiful glow in the sunny sky, the shining beacon on the path of the straight and narrow. it reveals all, sees all, and is said to protect all from the dangers of evil. darkness is the exact opposite; rather than light, which has no secrets, it is mysterious, harsh, wide and twisting pathways that call everyone into its grasp, never to let go until the true pain of death has been felt in the last breath of the body... but yet, one cannot help but call those who say such things as this. when night falls and slumber comes to the land, is it not the darkness that cradles them, their vunerable forms laying in the open with only the same shroud that they so persecute to protect them? when they hide away secrets, do they place them into the light, or shroud them in the shadows? when feelings of negative emotion rage through the heart, what do you catergorize those as; loving or dark in nature? so in reality, which force is the one who is evil? darks allow themselves more freedom to express all that is themselves, leaving behind morals to gain what they want. lights shackle themselves, claiming morality and honor, saying they were better than any horse that prided themselves upon their dark hearts, mocking them and chastising them for their so called 'wrongs'. if they really were true to the light, why didn't they just accept that which was and open their 'loving' arms to all?

hot carbon ejected from lungs in one large puff, a snort of discontent and disbelief, muscles flexing sorely with each step taken forward. 'hypocrites, the lot of them.' came the words within the mind, echoing off the menatl walls as the brujo of ebonite cloaks moves in the unknown direction, onyx tassle swishing behind him heavily. each single step he takes sends a sharp jolt through his brain, adrenaline rush moving throughout his stauture in his battered and torn bodice's attempt to dull the sharp edge being inflicted upon his nervers. and why not? he's covered in so many injuries today. pain and injury are things he is no stranger to, as the fight is his life, the thrill-seeking chase having become the love of his life long ago. but still, this comes as a surprise to him. today, it is not his doing that caused these injuries; there was no insult, no banter, no prize on the stakes to win, just a leisure walk to cool off, a short excerise for the uncoming events he faces in the near future. one moment he is by himself, and the next, he finds himself fighting for his life against a gang of young colts, all probably about two to three years seen in their aging process. experience and strength win out against numbers this time, and the three upstarts have long since ran to the hills, but it still leaves the demon with injuries, setting him back a good bit in his plots. he need not ask who those three were back there, it does not matter, but he is certain they are of the light alliance; their harsh threats and mocking voices still echo in his soundcatchers even now. empty words without weight, but still vital clues in his attack. it doesn't take much after recalling that to know why he was attacked; he is of dark alliance, and they of light, but this is still the first time ever that he can recall it happening...

obsidian robes flick in a muscle spasm as talons hault in the dust and dirt, dark orbitals glancing around, staring at the cuts and bruises that litter his form. none are major, those little talons from those yearlings just five years too young to truly injure him. still, it doesn't mean the injuries will not become infected, and he knows this better than anyone. the hour is growing late, the moonlight already at its highest peak, and while he wants nothing more than to just keep walking into the darkness, he knows he cannot. shelter is a must now, and he cannot delay any longer. a groan escapes pass velveteen lips as ebonite moves once again, heading in the same direction he was before. he's heard of a group of strutures nearby this area that can provide shelter for the night, away from the prying eyes of predators and equines alike, both dark and light. now if he can just get to them...

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post word count: 842 words
muse: low :[
posted: ra'zac
made for: yin/sindri - yang/pain
listening to: my dog's heavy breathing in my ear...
notes: i'm tired, and my muse isn't well when i'm tired. as well, it's the morning; i peak in activity at nightfall. still, i made this; not my best, so expect better later on today. for now, naptime. ciao. :3

[Sindri]

YIN

At night when the stars, light up my room,
I sit by myself, Talking to the Moon
Try to get to You,In hopes you're on
the other side, Talking to me too

No one liked her, the lights, the darks, the neutrals. She
only had her brother, she was just a yearling, but she
also knew no one would lover her because she could not
hear them speak. They were all hypocritical. Youre blind
your useless, your deaf your useless. It just was never fare
but then what in this world was? Since when should she
be punished for the way she was created? She had her
mothers heart, pure but strong. Willing to protect those
she loves. She how ever, would never her a comment
made she would never understand what one was calling
her though in her two years exhistance she had become
a pro at lip reading.

Rarely did she travel far from her brother, and this was
just one of those times. She needed time to kick up her
heels under the moon light as it came above the earthen
surface her dark orbs scanned the land and she shook out
her mane before tossing her head high and bounding over
the lands, her eyes where perfect, she could feel the
vibrations of others through the ground, that told her if
others were coming behind her. But to lost in her thoughts
she saw the gang of colts run past her, not once stopping
to look at her pale moon hued pelt. One colt stopped and
pranced to her and started to talk, but Yin just tilted her
head. Blinked at him oddly then shook her head and walked
away, the colt called her a harsh name then the colts
took off mocking her. Enjoying their laughter after the battle.

This hurt Yin because she had seen what had been said.
He had called her a useless nag. And that she should just
die. In a torrent of emotions the silver hued two year old
took off at a gallop, bucking her hind legs viciously. Trying
to prove to some greater force she was of use. That she had
a purpose.

Unlike most grey horses, Yin was born this color, she didn’t
roan out like the greys, which was how she got the name.
Her brother was her exact opposite.. He was blind where she
was deaf. But they usually looked after each other… but were they
always going to be alone? Just the two of them?

Giving a frustrated call the silver maiden tossed her head again
running as fast as she could over the lands. Silver frame seemed
to glow in the moonlight, making her look imaginary, like a ghost
from afar. But her dark brown soul seachers, they watched where
she was going, but she had not seen the stag….

She collided into him with full force, giving a startled cry, to
others it sounded like angelic bells. The tears that brimmed her
eyes, gave her a more alluring appearance, and she just looked…
amazing to any stag. Like an angel sent from heaven and she
was weaping, the colts had upset her emotions, and now
she could smell the stag, covered in the sent of blood. Her deaf
harks pinned to her crown as she staggered on her daggers.
They were almost black stating had she been born like most greys,
she would have been a black foal.

She stopped and lowered her head, legs spread wide as she stared
up at the stallion, he was taller then she was. If she could have heard
she would have heard her heart banging in her chest. She was
terrified. A single tear fell along her cheek as she gave a cry, looking
for her brother. Shyly taking a step back… But Yang had gone to sleep..
She was all alone facing a total stranger… well…. Good bye Yang…
I love you brother…. I am sorry I can no longer guide you… I’m going
to die now….

The words i spill:643
The one i speak to:Yang/Ra'Zac
The things running through my head:This is HUGE for me XD I hope its good for you XD

[Snowy]

ra'zac
- a vision from your worst nightmares

the sounds of nightly rythyms echo within shaded lobes as sharp talons slice through mother earth in the slow four-step gait he has not broken since beginning his trek once again, the cries of nightningales and violins of millions of cricket symphonies sending up tributes to the nyx itself, seeming to thank it for all the right it does. a nice change, he muses as dark orbs glance into the eastern distance, when compared to all the fear and hatred many are so eager to show towards these midnight hours. it soothes him some, takes away the edge off the agony that jolts his mind into overdrive. claws of wind, freezing to the touch against fresh flesh, rake their way down his spine, raising up gooseflesh from beneath his tattered onyx robes. the hour is much later than he realized, he now knows, and the predators that scourge the countryside will soon be out and about soon, drawn to the scent of fresh bloodspill upon the breeze. as if to confirm his thoughts, the howl of a wolven scout travels through his lobes to register recongization in his mind, bodice instantly freezing up as his gaze jerks in the direction of the noise. heart rate leaps through the roof as figure stands straight and strong, pushing away all forms of distraction from his mind's eye as he sends a glare in the direction of the source, as if challenging the wolven creatures to come out and face him head on. his heart rate has increased in speed, but not from fear; anticipation and readiness flood his viens, clouds his judgement, the thought of the flow of adrenaline he's to get at the sound of snapping jaws and hungry growls at his feet almost too much to pass up... almost. the canids do not sound again, and slowly he comes from his temporary high, accepting the loss of a fight gracefully. he was already covered injures anyway; no need to add onto that.

onyx brujo turns back around to the pathway that leads to the buildings once again, and begins his trek once more, the only other movement besides the monotone of his pistons being the occasional whip of his tassle against the raw flesh of his hide. moonshine covers the ground before him, turning lands silver and giving his own deep shaded rags a luminous, otherworldly glow. asking any woman he crosses paths with, they can tell you he is not a beast to the eyes, and there have been many a broken heart left in his wake. harmless flirts, tempting lead-ons, he's done it all, but the follow through is something he's not known for. that isn't to say he's a virginal brute, oh no; his dear mother had made sure of that long ago, allowing him or in some cases forcing him to use her already impregnated maids to show and let him learn the proper and right way to "pleasure a lady", has she called it. he is well versed in a woman's anatomy therefore, but he's never used it to it's full extent, not since those days. that didn't mean he didn't enjoy teasing women, seeing how far he could get - and he found he could indeed get far - before leaving them high and dry, unsatisfied with the results. he did not wish for a woman who worshipped at his feet the first time he spoke her curse, he wanted a woman who would challenge him, give him a run for his money: an equal of sorts... but alas, most dark women around here were unworthy whores only looking for a quick fuck, neutral ladies too frightened to allow a dark brute close enough, and light maidens... too violent and judgemental. heated carbon ejected from within large lungs as his boa gave a shake, sending flakes of crisping blood flying near and there, but effectively clearing his mind's eye and ears from all such thoughts processes... until a hard force slammed against his side the next moment.

roaring vocals erupt from within the onyx's chest, his shock voiced well for all to hear, so loud is his cry that he does not hear the angelic vocals sounding nearby, mingling with his own in a sharp contrast of echoes. ivories grit together in agony as talons dig into earthen soil, years of battle and advanced combat training quickly steadying himself before he crumbled to the ground. recovery was fast, and the next moment he had rounded in the direction of the force, dark orbitals glistening dangerously as akin to the strike of lightning in shadowed sky. 'watch it! don't you know to look where you're going?!' he snaps out, tones of the silver tonuged serpent he's been titled on occassion now laced with venomous demand. he's not in a good mood, and the sight before him does little to help him. the moment he turned, he was met with a sight he'd rather not see at this moment: a yearling, probably no more than two years old; this one female and unnaturally beautiful for her age, but still a yearling. silver as the moon above, orbs dark as his own, and coated in the scent of fear. to any other brute of dark or questionable alliance, such a sight probably would be too good to pass up, but the onyx equid was not any other hellion. perhaps at any other time, and maybe a year from her current age, he might've just tried to woo her to him, see how long it took for her to stretch her heart out to him for his rejection... but tonight was not that time... darken orbs gleamed again as the injured demon made himself take a calming breath, slowly taking a step back as he turend to continue walking. "get going, i've got no time for the likes of you." he told the maiden as he started to move off... only to stumble as he discovered quite painfully that that the force of the impact had aggrivated an injury placed too close to too sensetive flesh beneath his left forleg. 'damn! of all the fucking things... why this?!' he snapped to himself, invories gritting against each other hard as he lowered himself to the ground, not about to fall and injure himself further.

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post word count: 1059 word count
muse: miffy... ;/
posted: ra'zac
made for: yin/sindri - yang/pain
listening to: 'it's my life' by bon jovi
notes: still not my best, but better. x3 i can't wait to see how this turns out. xD

[Sindri]

YIN

At night when the stars, light up my room,
I sit by myself, Talking to the Moon
Try to get to You,In hopes you're on
the other side, Talking to me too

She had stared… What was he saying? She could see his lips move but she was still to frightened to attempt to read his speech. Twin towers stayed perfectly still as though if she could try hard enough she might here what this stag was saying… But she couldn’t. And it made her so sad… He looked in pain though.. Maybe it was a good thing she couldn’t hear a single word shed from his kissers. She watched as he stumbled as he walked away. Curious Yin followed him. He reeked of blood. But she didn’t stop from approaching him she lowered her muzzle to his and blew softly, comforting the way she did with her brother. Her dark eyes watched him but still she looked like she was confused… Stallions where just
to peculiar.
She looked at the wounds and knew what he needed. She nosed his fore lock before turning quickly and galloping to the stream she gathered a large leafe that had been oddly shapped by the world and she filled it with water before prancing back. But to her horror… A canine was before him with it’s teeth
bared.
The yearling’s ears pinned to her crown and she galloped forward being careful not to spill the water within her leaf she used a single dagger and struck the wolf. Unaware there was one behind her she only looked around him to be sure he was safe before she placed the ice water before him then she nosed his cheek. The canine’s teeth bit into her hind leg and she let out an angelic scream. Spinning away from the brute as not to do anymore damage to he himself. She trompled the canine into the ground. But never once did she flick her twin towers as it let out loud yelps that would make one’s ears flatten. She had killed the wolf and she kicked it’s carcass away and looked at her now wounded leg. But then turned to the stag. Nosing at his flank. She needed to clean off the blood… It would only attract more predators…
Didn’t he know it?
Softly she nipped his flank. Not being hard or anything before she tried to indicate the water she had brought him. She had never spoken before…. Because she couldn’t hear herself… So she made her lips form a single word… “C..C…Com…Come…” She watched him. She was shifting so she could help him with his weight…. Would he accept her help? She wasn’t evil… She was just frustrated she couldn’t hear no one. She also had to get him moving before the bigger predators decided they wanted an easy horsey meal.
She looked at the stallion with fear filled orbs, but some would think she was scared for her life, when in reality she was scared for him. She watched the stag and tilted her head trying to encourage him to get up. A pleading look filled her eyes. She hadn’t meant to hurt anyone. When would Yang show up? What would Yang do? Yang was her big down to earth bother…. He would know what to do. Well technically she was the bigger of the two but Yang was so special to her, even though they seemed balanced together she raised her charcoal muzzle to the sky giving a call for Yang.
That cry was obviously a that of a foal calling out for someone, but why would a yearling do that? Call out to someone? She nosed at the stallions neck, ignoring his reactions she had to get him to water… He needed to be cleaned. And what if she left him here? More wolves might come.. Or worse a bear. Nosing at him giving a soft whicker she herself could not hear she watched him worried. “P…ppp….pllee….please….” She nosed at him more trying to get him to move…

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The one i speak to:Yang/Ra'Zac
The things running through my head:Oh my such long posts :S[/size]

[Snowy]

ra'zac
- a vision from your worst nightmares

torn, scarred pistons folding underneath lean form, the obsidian hellion did little to help himself up, or move in that matter, only the sounds of his hard pained breaths echoing throughout the silence of nox air. darkened orbs were at first unseen, having hidden themselves behind curtains of black velvet the second the dark's bodice had hit mother earth in the instictive reaction to protect the stag's vunerable sight, but soon enough were brought back into view, curtains slowly receding enough to allow vision leeway once more. echoes of breath had evened out a moment later, his dial twisted to re-examine his ill-received injuries, darken visionaries narrowing down in concentration as each wound was looked over once more critically. they weren't deep, he'd known from the start they'd not been deep. but a few were placed in very sensitive areas, hence his current position. low pitch rumbles force up from his vocals, displaying his deep annoyance of his predicament. blood scent coats his onyx robes, carrying on the icying wings of wind gusts for miles, and with the threat of wolven predators nearby, he could be considered a sitting duck. the more quickly he gathers his bearings and returns to his full height, the better off he'd be; he stands a much better chance then. however, before he can attempt such, he finds himself shocked into stunned stillness as the same light yearling from before, the one who wears the moonlight for her clothing, returns to his vision. a puff of carbon ejects from widened nostrils, a warning not to get too close, as he starts to rebuke her presence, ivories gritting in threatening fury, and sparks flashing in blackened vision depths. the younger female still approaches closer, despite his obvious warnings to stay away; all his muscles tense instinctly, expecting another injury or two to befall, but as she lowers her dial, anger and unvoiced threats are replaced by confusion and surprise.

soft ashen velveteen touches pitch obsidian velveteen, and gentle breath brushes against his muzzle, a familiar comforting gesture often given from equine to equine. lobes erect skyward in surprise lithe form stills, orbitals wide with uncertainty and confusion, mirroring her own. it was expected, her attempts at comforting him, a stag that she did not know at all. raising her delicate moonkissed dial from hsi own, her own optics scan his injured form for a moment, before she turns heel and leaves. 'hey! what was that about?! where are you going?! hey!' lyrics reach higher pitch as she moves further off, and a sense of forwarning lowers over hardened warrior. she keeps up her pace, moving away, not turning around to acknowledge him; it is never a good sign. uncertainty as to if she will return, or whom she will return with, he attempts to stand, eager to ready himself for anything that might be thrown his way. he was already put off guard by the maiden's eariler actions, he doesn't wish to be caught off guard again. but he soon learns she is the least of his worries, for as he works to rise up, the snarls of canid vocals reach his towers, and the rush kicks in. dial whips towards the source, coming face to face with deadly fangs and hungry eyes, but he doesn't give flinch; halfway standing, still vunerable, bodice still tenses up, ready to fight, ready to jump out of harm's way... ready to kill. he knows their is another than just the one he sees, the wind changing just long enough for nostrils to catch the scent, and he sets himself up for the fight... but he never strikes a talon in his own defense. the moonkissed maiden returns, her hooffalls catching both predator and prey's attentions, and in one swift kick, she dispatches the first canid, sending it running for the hillsides.

likewise, he expects her to dispatch the second one as well, but to his utter horror and disbelief, she instead turns to him, placing a leaf of water down near his talons and nudging his face as the snarling beast reveals itself from behind her. 'what the hell are you doing?! there's another one! can't you hear it coming - !' he is cut off by the soon scream that erupts from the maid's vocals as canid's jaws snap on her leg, her lithe arabian form twisting around to handle the creature before anything else can be done. the yelps, cries, and screams that come from the wolven beast as it is tramped into the earth are horrific, but none of this does anything to phase the black demon; death and it's fellows are something he's seen before, and handed out on a whim's notice time after time, both to predators like this and other horses. screams of death do not bother him anymore... and it is something he is proud of, thankful for as well... he is a monster, might as well act like one. he once again tries to steady himself on his talons, having fell back to the ground during the match between the maiden and the wolves, but it has become harder to do now; dirt irritates his flesh, rubs injuries raw, and without the sweet adrenaline high he gets in battles, the pain is without pleasure; deblitating, mind numbing, sharp. again, the maiden's surprises him, coming back to his side to nose and nip at his flank, urging him to rise, to place his attention on her... but the echoes of howls in the distance make it somewhat hard. 'what is wrong with you?! do you have a death wish?! can't you hear those - ?' he started to rebuke her, to reprimad her actions... but one single lyric escaping her maw silenced him to utter disbelief...

{ c...c...com...come... }

optics widen as the off key song plays against his audios, and disbelief becomes horror as realization sets in. she had troubles with that one simple word... he almost didn't recognize it himself... there was only one reason for that... one reason he knew quite well of too. '...you're deaf, aren't you...?' he knew by now he was better off speaking to the wind, because the moonlit woman surely couldn't hear him, but the lyrics fell away from his maw from the shock of it all. a deaf mare... that was the reason she keeps coming closer, didn't see the wolf until it had bitten into her flesh. for once, onyx brujo is at a loss for words, unsure of what to say or do: deafness is something he is no stranger to, in his old herd had been host to one or two beforehand. still, for now, it gave him quite the delimma in the communication's barrier. 'damn, as if this night couldn't get any better...' he grumbles under his breath, but as another howl split the night, he feels himself tense back up again. the wolves are closing in... and with a deaf yearling in his presense... he knew he was royally screwed if he didn't get back up soon; because not only was his life in danger... but he had a debt to repay to the yearling, and the shadowlord was always one of his word. he watches as she leans, offering her support to him, and with the ever increasing howls coming closer, he doesn't hesitate to accept, using her bodice to bring his back to full height. now struggling to stand on his own fours, he can start to ready himself for a battle with more canids... but hopefully it wouldn't come to that, if they could get away fast enough. he'd noticed the water she'd brought before a while back, and knew that she was going to try and lead him to that source - a great idea for any injured horse - and perhaps their escape route. he stumbled once, having been jarred when the yearling cried out into the night, muscles moving just enough to knock him off balance. he wasn't sure whom she was calling, but he hoped it was someone who could help. at this rate, they might not ever make it out of the area... although was it just him, or did that cry sound like a foal's cry to its mother?

{ p...ppp...pllee...please… }

her plead, althought set in another broken song, catches his attention, the frightened stare in her orbs locking with the frightening glaze in is own, the lust for battle yet the conflict of knowing to retreat but wishing to stay and fight. it is his nature, to want to fight; it was second nature, trained into him... but he is smart enough to know when he's outmatched. talons scrape against mother earth once more, but this time that same training that keeps him in the battlefield takes affect once more, and he stands straight and fast very quickly, a short burst of adrenaline racing through him at the sound of another, closer howl. 'they're getting closer...' he states outloud, and then turns and nudges the moonkissed woman who for now works as his crutch. with a gesture, he tells her to lead the way; the faster, the better too.

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post word count: 1535 words
muse: normal.
posted: ra'zac
made for: yin/sindri - yang/pain
listening to: 'thriller' by michael jackson >3
notes: a little rushed near the end, but definitely the best so far. :3

[Sindri]

YIN

At night when the stars, light up my room,
I sit by myself, Talking to the Moon
Try to get to You,In hopes you're on
the other side, Talking to me too

Ivory maiden watched the stallion’s mouth move as he spoke ‘You’re deaf, aren’t you?’ She had given a slight nod. But She did not turn her eyes from him instead she waited for him. She shifted her own weight to better hold him up. Shifting to accomadate him. She was not as tall as he, or as muscular.
The pain in her hind pillar was nothing. She had been injured quiet a few times, but being silver, the hairs grew in the same hue, her coat always seemed so perfect, even though she did nothing to keep it that way. As she felt the weight of the brute upon her she started to walk slowly. Ears flicking trying to pick up sounds. She seemed to blend in so well. To any normal horse.
She started the way towards the water nosing him to give him courage. She knew most stallions did not like that, but she knew he would need it. She didn’t know how he would take it. But as they moved the sent of water tickled at her nostrils, as well as the sent of his blood making her nose sting. She turned her head to look over her shoulder. Still supporting him but she could see none of the candid creatures. Instead the turned her attention back to the walk.
She would fight for him. She had caused this to him. She had hurt him, she who never liked hurting a creature had hurt this brute in her own rage. She closed her orbs for two seconds and opened them again. Depression eating up at her insides. Why the hell was she born deaf? Why couldn’t she and her brother have been normal? She felt the sting in her eye of a tear and she bites the side of her mouth feeling the metallic taste inside making her want to squeal in disgust. But instead she kept moving.
Where was Yang? He never would let his sister’s cry go unanswered. She flickered her delicate ears trying to figure it out when the wind changed pressing the sents behind them to her muzzle. There where four different wolves… She could handle them…. She shifted her weight for a moment as the two came to a log and she pushed it out of the way while keeping her companion standing upright. The water was insight now. She nosed him. A silent question if he could make it on his own. But she didn’t wait on the answer. She continued to walk at his side. She felt the ice cold water lap at her pillars as she looked to him. She could swim well, but she didn’t know about the stallion. She watched his reaction as she continued to waddle into the water’s cold darkness.
Shifting deeper into the water she watched the stallion before catching a flicker of movement behind them. One of the wolves where debating on jumping in after them. Nipping the stallions flank she pulled away from him. He should be ok now right? Chest deep in water…
As she turned she lunged at the creature. Daggers clipping at it’s furred bodice. Harks pinned flat to her crown she tossed her head and stomped at the creature. Shifting as she stumbled slightly in the water her hind daggers came around catching the creature square in the head. She could feel the sickening break of bones under her daggers.
She moved back into the water shifting to stand beside the stag. The other wolves kept in her line of sight as they debated before turning and running, half their pack now dead. She nosed the stallion before lowering her muzzle to the water and then bringing dripping water to his back to wash his onyx pelt.
Her eyes darted around searching for her twin. But she still couldn’t see him. Finally she lowered her ears letting them droop in sorrow. Maybe he was just sleeping… She continued to wash the stag. Her harks staying drooped almost like she was sad. Which she was. She continued though to wash the stag.
As she watched him cleaning him. Her eyes slowly closed, she was trusting this stag not to kill her. As she gently covered his body several times in the water. Eyes closed as a single tear fell along her cheek. Here she was with a stallion, he was so much bigger then she herself. Her height was official…. But she didn’t know that. But she was sad she had hurt him. Sad she had even upset him. And sad he knew her weakness. The tears fell along her cheek silently. But she never stopped bathing him with the icy cold water that surounded them.

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The one i speak to:Yang/Ra'Zac
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