.|.Clouds 'bove seemless paradies glided as easily as th' sea o'er sand, th' emerald geo 'neath th' dove's flints glorified all meaning. Amberite optics gleamed from within th' belle's 'eart as 'he gazed 'pon 'er land. Chestnut bodice captured th' suns rays, soaking in it's desired warmth and beauty, banners made o' fire sang a song o' sheer kindness, and po'er, o' use with that o' th' good 'earted souls, and th' freeness o' th' fallen shadows. Alabastor socks rose 'bove 'er knees, th' arch o' 'er golden nape was lithe and strong as it bobbed forth with th' ivory blaze 'pon 'er facade. Genteel persona evidently bound it's realmns 'round 'er for 'er mental state was intelligently bold and calm, th' fear o' nothing in Gods eyes could penetrate 'er, nor th' love for which stood as 'er land, 'erself, and 'er truest beloved, o' which 'er 'eart 'ad been longing for, o' which now 'he desired to see. Lately th' things o' which rang so dear to 'er 'ad perished falling 'way into nothingness as th' rise o' th' once falledn Shadows king, Legesain emerged from 'is fore'er into eternityed hell bound. Yet this did not distract 'er from th' attention 'he gave all, and th' willpo'er 'he possessed ne'er once 'ad faltered.
Striding 'tween that o' th' largest trees th' shadows caught at 'er sun kissed hue and 'he paused, distinguished as a lost particle o' truth and defiance, knowing not o' who 'he truly was. Yet th' spirirt o' 'er mind ocne more captured 'er thoughts and 'he knew that o' th' way 'he belonged, 'he stepped forth into th' sunlight and continued 'pon 'er way. Th' vix idolized th' trees, their po'erful stance that towered 'bove all, flawless, and, visible to all. They gave a meaning o' a defiant soul that could not be captured or taken 'way. A small smile lit 'er features, this time 'he increased 'er pace to a high stepping two-beat, radiance caught at 'er peltage and 'he broke free from th' sedated wood, into a small clearing,at this 'he halted in th' midst o' it. Raising 'er crania 'er high pitched song sang through th' flawless sky, a song for Blaze 'er most beloved and kind 'eart, for 'e completed 'er and 'he could not be without.|.

[.x.] From th' abundant foliage strides a rojo czar, long-pillared frame advancing with a lazy pace. As 'e throws 'is florid crania nonchalantly 'is tapered auds prick as 'e hears th' sweet song o' 'is beloved, Liona, th' radiant goddess o' th' Sacreds. As 'e changes 'is path to one which will lead 'im to 'er, 'is flint-falls increase in impulsion in an eagerness to once again lay orbs on ‘er blessed frame. Strong pillars eat up th' flourishing ground 'low 'im with a somewhat gentle grace as 'e ascends a gently sloping hill, th' tilt no problem for 'im. As 'e reaches th' summit, 'e looks out 'pon th' idyllic sight afore 'im. 'e sees a golden sunset, breaking through th' fluffy clouds 'pon th' horizon and casting a golden amber glow on th' emerald terrain. As th' wind whistles 'round 'is banners in a tender embrace 'e prances, exhilarated by th' sight. Suddenly filled with a burning desire to stretch 'is abilites, 'e tilts back on 'is hind pillars, and slashes th' oxi with 'is large daggers, a fierce whinny flowing from 'is maw. Th' wind rushing past 'im, 'e lands and slices th' terrain with 'is near pillar. Passing 'is gaze downward 'e 'is elated to see th' vision o' perfection that is Liona standing awaiting 'im.

Th’ corners o’ ‘is librims pulling up into a graceful smile ‘is onyx flints pick their way down th’ hill and as ‘e reaches th’ base, and ‘is full balance returns, ‘is paces reach two-beats, rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as ‘e throws ‘is crown ‘appily. Flicking’ is rojo forelock from ‘is opticals ‘e nips Liona playfully upon ‘er near blade. As th’ breeze caresses ‘is frame with its bitter bite ‘e shivers slightly and presses ‘gainst ‘er slender frame for warmth. ‘is pools contain a reserved concern as ‘e wonders whether ‘he ‘as got over ‘er malicious outburst that ‘e received as a welcome last time. ‘e feels a pang o’ sadness as ‘e remembers Aalaya, th’ femme that ‘ad, regrettably, captured ‘is attentions a few weeks past. But now ‘e ‘as not seen ‘er for many moons, and ‘e is ‘appy that ‘he as finally found peace after ‘er endless suffering o’ th’ mortal plane and beyond. But ‘e no longer pangs for th’ fallen warrior’s company, ‘is love for Liona ‘as been re-kindled, and now burns with a brighter light than e’er ‘fore. Retreating a step backward ‘e looks into ‘er heavenly orbs and smiles ‘appily, a smile full o’ warmth and tenderness.

’Lo Liona, M’Love. How does thou fare? ‘e asks quietly, finding ‘e ‘as no need for loud speech. [.x.]

A gust of the gentle wind fluttered her golden tassels. Her oculars gleamed across her land searching in need for Blaze. She missed him so much, and the way she had left him before, had burnt a blaze in her heart and she dreamed of forgiveness and redemption. Without his word that she was forgiven she would never feel quite as happy as she had felt when they were at ease together.

From the trees she had heard that a blessed femme had been swept away in the flood that had covered their sacred lands. She wished she had arrived in time to take her in, yet the memory of Blaze and their last time together, had haunted her and she was yet ready to face it. She shuddered silently at that horrific thought and her gaze became more urgent.

But her sonars caught the sound of hoofbeats, pricked brilliantly forward she used every ounce of her hearing capacity to recognize the beat. For she knew if it were his, the beat would be in a distinct rythmn, the smoothest and pure of any creature. They fell to the geo with the elegance only one could manage, they were compassionate, and they had a reason for moving forward, and as she listened, she knew that they were coming for her.

She watched as he approached her, grinning slightly in relief. For a moment she thought he would not come to her. But he had, finally he had come to her, and he would soothe her anxiety of what she had done. The heavy guilt that had shadowed her every move as she had been distant from him. torchered her soul.

At his touch she knew she had been forgiven and she nudged his sleek nape tenderly. Then he smiled, and just seeing him smile made her respond the same, by his simple gesture it went more than a thousand ways. His lyrics were so pure to her sonars that she wanted to listen to him speak all day and not say a word. Just hear his soft content and love of life in every joyous word he spoke.

Blaze, it has been too long.

she said softly, as her amber orbs softened she knew she must tell him everything, and she also knew that he would understand everything she told him.

I was lost a moment ago, but now, please answer me one thing.

She heaved in a deep breath, then let it flow out.

Will you forgive me?

There, she had said it. She almost closed her orbs wanting to ward away the thought of him throwing her away and saying she was not forgiven, but she kept them focused, somewhat pleading, please, don't let me die again.

[.x.] The corners of the immortal czars librims pull up into a smile, the sorrel masc lips his loves tassels gently. He sidesteps to get closer to her frame, relishing the sleek feel of her slender frame upon his epidermis. Content to just stand in stillness and in calm, the czar turns his gaze to the heavens, where a blazing sunset is adorned by the first evening stars, watching over those who struggle with bindings of the mortal world. Suddenly soft tones break the twilight silence; his harks prick as he listens intently to her elegant lyricals. At her first sentence he parts his librims to speak, only to be cut by Liona before he has even started. As she finishes her blessings he casts his gaze downward, and then upward once again, to gaze at the twinkling ivory orbs that adorn the indigo firnament. An amber sunset still lingers on the horizon, golden tones spilling down from the heavens to the world below. A smile graces his features; orbs filled with sincerity and love for the one beside him. Turning his curvature toward her, Blaze lips the doves slender nape softly, afore meeting her soft amber gaze with his dark hazel one.

"Liona," he begins, pools never once straying from hers. "I love ye. Will all my heart, with all my soul. I always wish to sleep where ye sleep, wake when ye wake, and spend my nights within the sound of yer voice, or the touch of yer frame. And with all the sincerity and love of the infinite heavens above; I forgive ye." a soft voice says. Wrapping his strong nape round Lionas, the God closes his eys and sighs softly, relishing the peace between them, and the feeling of harmony between all that inhabit this magical place. Chiselled features turn to consider the vixens radiant visage, a sole tear drops from one closed orb to land upon the Goddess' flawless peltage, in memory of his lost family, and in grief for all those who times will come so very soon. The wind swirls round the duo, tenderly caressing and lifting the two's rojo banners. The God glances down for a moment, into a silvery pool of water, and for a moment believes he sees one being, belle and czar, fused into one, but then he blinks and the sole equine becomes two again, radiant vix and stalwart masc, standing in stillness and harmony, watched over by the infinite heavens, who have been there for all eternity, and will be for an eternity to come. [.x.]

At the slightest brush of his blessed flesh an instant sensation of delighted warmth filled her. By the simple effect of his warmth against hers she felt the contemptment needed to truly believe his blessed vocals. Yes she had cursed the wrong, she had misunderstood his relationship with the fallen warrioress Aalaya, seeking the unthinkable that she utterly knew, he would never break her faith in him. Cornered in her unbidden terror of losing him, she had acted on the disgraceful instinct that he was becoming unfaithful. How could the thought ever cross her mind? Had she been so blind to him that she could not see how much he loved her, and how he would die for her even at a moments notice? How could she? How? By letting the darkness within catch her, from her short abduction by the damned god she had become wary of everything. More cautious, more alive to the possibilities of everything, even seeing what never existed inside her lovers soul. She had been in agony, not physical, but mental. Agony at the thought that it might happen again, that her life could be put on the line once more. But as she thought, she remembered, Blaze had been there with her when he had taken her, taken her to that hell of a bastards lare. But he had been a god so much longer than Blaze, perhaps they had been unbeknowest to the possibilities, being so new to the facts and powers of sheer immortality. He had not known what he was capable of accomplishing, yet now she knew that by his advancement into the life of being a goddess they were not so weak and helpless after all, but surely alive. Even if the god could control everything, even creatures, they had their own way of beating him, a power that even he did not know of, that simple part of living, that part that he would never understand.

And it twas that part that she had abused. Taken Blaze's true love for her into the chance that he did not believe in her. Ashamed, her firey tiara lowered slightly, the fire and ice in her genteel hues, gone. But then he spoke, his words the music to her auds. Every word spoken lightly and to perfection. All he wanted was to be with her, and all she wanted was to be with him. She did not care about the wonderful lands they had been blessed with to rule, it did not matter that the fate of the Sacred alliance rested in her control, none of it mattered so long as she had this brujo beside her and his will to keep her going. No words were able to issue from her librims, she seemed to be incapable to enhancing her vocals. His lyrics of "I love you" were burned into her heart, and her mind remembered them as they repeated it over and over again. She stood next to him, so closer that she could feel his every curve against her own and rested her cheek on his nape closing her orbs and nuzzling his cheeck with relief. She opened her pools to gaze at the sunset with him, a painting of the life that led.

[.x.] The czar takes a deep lungful of the crisp autumn air, breath rising in clouds to dissolve gently into the exhilarating oxi. Soft chocolate pools turn to the flame-thrown vix, gentle and loving smile plays upon librims. Lipping the fea's tresses affectionately, the sorrel deity proceeds to step in closer to the immortal belle, feeling every curve of her frame next to his. Sensing that something is troubling his beloved, the masc stands in silence, holding back any lyricals he wishes to project from his chords, allowing her time to think. Relieved smile graces his features as Liona steps closer to him; the brujo allows her to rest upon his frame - savouring the warm, tender touch of her slender epidermis against his. Pools adjusting to the advancing darkness, Blaze looks up once more to the inky firnament, billions of stars twinkling above him, creating a iridescent canvas of ivory over the solid, soft blackness of the night sky. Immortal crown is bowed to the fallen leaders; aged pools reflect the ancient souls. Turning his gaze again to Liona, his pools caress her frame lovingly. Regarding all the differences between their frames an amused smile creeps to his librims.

I know we're different, but deep inside us, we're not that different at all, he thinks, noticing certain similiarites between their firey personalities. Suddenly seized with love for the vix, Blaze wraps his strong curvature round hers in a gesture of endless love and affection. Silken flag swishes in happiness, his joy simply fueled by the fact that their quarreling was ceased. [.x.]

Perhaps the embers of a dying flame would rise once more in the eternal face of lounging danger. Perhaps once upon another lifetime, things would not be so different. They were not so different after all it would seem. Their faithful love for each other was deep and caressing, the love was of eternal life and truth. Curiously, the silence had spoken the words she could not. As the darkness protruded through the soft night it encased them in a whirl of ebon and stars, blinking brightly down upon them. Glinting upon his sleek alabastor and her flame-thrown hues circling them in a cool blanket of contemptment and compassion. Maybe a year ago it could never have been thought that the two could have fallen as deeply for each other as the two. As the vix leaned against his lithen bodice she simply felt from the warmth and softness of his hue that he felt the same for her, as she for him. His chocolate orbs soft and kind, hers full of love that could never die, so long as the flame of her hue burned so would the rain of her pools.

As his curvature encased hers in the beautiful love that molded them together, she sighed in the most comfortable place she could have been. Indifferently it twas truly strange, some of the equines found simply someone to allow them the privaledge to account the fact that they beheld a loved one. Yet as her body molded with his the love was unthinkable, unbinding, yet, so real.

[.x.] Genteel orbs gaze adoringly into the belle's, flame-thrown peltage seems to glitter under the eternal light of the indigo firnament. A dappled moon shines down upon the pair, viridian foliage casts dark grey shadows in long, winding shapes upon the lune-touched topography. Sorrel fleece is brushed against the Goddesse's lithe frame, and the czar feels like his heart will burst for love of her. Winding forelock is thrown from his pools; their chocolate hues admiring the velveteen flow of her pelt, and the silken lengths of her banners. Streaked mug is swept gently cross her silken nape, librims part to nibble gently at the base of her cerebrum, whiskers tickling her audits playfully. Daggers move in a reverse motion to back away a few paces; pillars dance gracefully around her frameage. Sorrel orifice is extend to nip playfully at Liona’s rump, soft chocolate orbs sparkling with the promise of mischief. At this moment,, none of it matters; not the Cursed, not Legesain, not Autumn, not anything, the only thing in his life now is the fea before him, Liona, his beloved. Pillars move in a rhythmic beat; daggers disturb the moon-drenched topography to embark in a concentric circle aorund the Goddess. Cerebrum is thrown back playfully, sorrel banners adorn his fire-stained features. A low whicker is emmited from chords as the God invites Liona to join in his games, mischevious smile gracing is visage as he awaits te belle to join him. [.x.]

OOC: Sorry its so short, i have loads of posts to reply to and im also museyless :P

The blessed czar's genteel mug whisped across her cerebrum and her deep oculars opened slowly to watch him. The quiet, somewhat lazy smile echoed in his direction. His long whiskers tickling her auds she snorted in mid shiver. Yet the shiver was not in fear of his touch, but she was ticklish and just that bit of touch made her eager for more of him.As he backed away her delecate smile slipped slightly, the bella cocked her wondrous tiara slightly confused for a meer second. But when his mug nipped playfully at her rump, she squealed playfully giving a little hop that reversed into a hop, dark amber optics as alive as the wings upon the free eagle. It twas true, nothing matter, nothing but the noble czar whom she loved with every ounce of love and more that she has in her heart. Nothing matter, not the land, not its destiny, not the Cursed, nor the Sacred, none of it made sense anymore because nothing truely mattered. The crimson belle stood in the middle of his circle, cranium held radiantly high as the gust from his circle rippled her glittering tassels, making her beauty clearer than ever before. Upon her sonars catching his deepened whicker, she tossed her tiara and whinnied her tender reply. Lifting her delecate frame from the geo her apendages pawed the glorious sky. Without completing the rear she halted in the midst of it and carefully jumped forward, ducking in front of him severely close to his broadened chest for he was a good head taller than she. She circled about him slowing to a trot as she completely went around him. As she reached the side she had first been on she nipped his shoulder lovingly before speeding a short distance away and circling shortly, tearing up the sod as she did so. Giving a playfuly buck, optics broadening with love of Blaze, brining her tiara back up she enjoyed both of their spirts and energy for they had plenty of it, including the simple pleasure of life.

[.x.] The God's daggers fall silent upon the carpeted topography as he circles playfully around the heavenly form of the enchantress. A loving smile plays upon his librims as he admries his Love's grace and agility as she prances and rears close to him. Audits pick up her playful squeal; he answers her with a soft whicker, filled with love and adoration. Nipping her exposed wither gently as she dances past him, the sorrel deity follows Liona's gracefully curved path around the emerald clearing, pawing her frame tenderly. Chocolate hued visionaries sweep across the glade and marvel in its beauty, the bright white moon throwing pools of silvery lune-light upon the trees and ancient celestial bodies glittering overhead. Smiling gently as the radiant form of his beloved Liona is silhouetted against the indigo firnament. The wind whispers around the russet czar, pulling almost playfully at his banners and twirling the silken strands around randomly. The silvery lune moving behind the shadow of a great emerald fir tree, Blaze whickers softly and grins at Liona as she meets his orbs, the vision of a perfect world staring back at him with those soft, shining eyes. [.x.]

The firey maiden's unbidden hue glittered in the celestial firnaments galore, knowing that she truly was in heaven. The emerald topography encased her amber visionaries as she surveyed it with obvious pleasure. Surely one could not be as lucky as she. To have most desires so far away, hurting through the youthful part of her eternal enchantment, finally seeing the compassion echoed back from chocolate hues to hers, and the geo so brilliantly modified to her every liking, distinguished from any other. Certianly, withholding the grace and passion of the fallen beauty's once damper heart, now soared with the alabastor clouds that puffed above their tiara's. Paradise. Strong in her faith, strong in her heart, she was stronger than she could have ever been. Every fantasy releaving and parting into the present wonderland. Vixen stopped upon the carpeted geo, flints pattering softly. Her cranium held in triumphant glory, reached for the heaven's to capture her, take her away to the freedom of perfect life. Until she realized, that was where she already was.

Oculars closing, her maw rose to the wind that flew through the indigo firnament, catching her flame thrown tassels with it's gentle breeze. Dreams pass through her dream-box, pleasures of life that now lingered so close to her heart, she was without imperfection, without discomfort, finally she was whole. Whickering to it's livelyness, she opened her visionaries, to gaze down at her god. Her auds catching his celestial whicker as a hint of the aurora borealis lit behind the giant fir in the starry sky. Reagally elegant, it claimed the indigo night, expanding across the wild sky. Smiling lovingly down at Blaze the essence of the truest love to appear in existance, shown back at them both, in the essence of the aurora borealis, that united a sheer bond from her to him forever, a signal of the light that kept them together, for infinaty and beyond.

[.x.] Blaze allows a flicker of a smile to creep across his sorrel kissers as he watches his beloved Liona gaze up at the enchanting sight that now weaves it's way across the eternal heavens, its pale golden, jade, and amythest hues drawing in the czar, encompassing him with its dazzling display. Wise pools reflect the shifting light; the bright chestnut brujo steps forward slowly, wishing to see more and more of this wondrous sight. Reaching Liona's side, he nibbles her tassels softly, breaking the soft silence with a gentle whicker, soft in the silent darkness, soft in the echoing night. Seemingly overwhelmed by everything that he has seen this magical night, Blaze, the wise and respected God of Sacreds, bows to the heavens, showing his deep respect for the wild and untamable forces that he is sure have given him a taste of true heaven tonight. But, as he turns slightly away from the aurora, and gazes lovingly into Liona's perfect eyes, he wonders whether, here and now, he is already there.

Pressing his strong frame closer to hers, closer than he thinks possible, Blaze wonders whether this is what true love is. To feel as though you are so close to another that if they were to slip away, you would die aswell. To not know where your frame ends and their's begins. To want to never have them leave your side for an eternity, to stand here in stillness and in perfect harmony, until the heavens themselves crash down on top of you. [.x.]