' addict for dramatics. (Crescent Dreams)

Title: ' addict for dramatics.
Description: just another fading illusion ;;

Arabian - April 30, 2008 08:07 PM (GMT)

ILLUSION
i'm an addict for dramatics but confuse the two for love

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>>I used to think that when you lost something, you gained something else. But now I know, it's all just a head game. When something is lost, there's neither someone or something there to help you find it. Why you ask, am I toiling in such dismal thoughts? Because I've lost the only thing I've ever come close to feeling emotions about. My sight is losing it's once vibrant potential. No longer can I see the outline where the deep blue of the ocean, meets the glimmering gold of the sun. No longer can I distinguish the forms of another equine against the sunscorched sands of the beach. Certainly I understand this, certainly I do. But I deny it at all costs. It can't be possible. Once it was there, the next, shattered by some fading illusion of hope that boiled beneath my blackened heart. Thus, listen, I say unto you, damn it all. What is sight? What is love? Things I no longer know anything about. Hence, I don't want to learn either. I am content to understand that neither he nor it is coming back to me, for should it ever, I wouldn't know what to do. Sure, Colton had rekindled a dying flame in my cauldron, but slowly I was losing it. I wanted him to return. Him. I sighed with dismay and dispair in my soul as I turned to the heavens and cursed it witha stare produced only from the bowels of hell itself. They had taken him, and I would never get him back. For I knew, heaven was not my place anymore. Once it had been, when I was with him. But they'd stolem him from me, and stolen my purity as well.

>>I hesitated as total blindness crept up in front of me. The sun was feet from vanishing behind the horizon, and I was feet from the sand, standing atop an incline, debating my chances of survival. I heard the rush of the ocean as it clashed against the beach, I heard the seagulls overhead chanting their annoying songs. I heard the crack of a twig behind me, but paid it no mind. I lowered my once proud tiara and held it close to earth. The incline could be no more than four feet, but it was steep, and would therefore pose a challenge even to those with full vision. I took a hesitant step forward and felt sand fall away from my hooves as I touched the rim of the incline. I picked up that hoof and held it aloft. Dammit, I thought. How was I to achieve such a strenuous task? By taking the bull by the horns, and facing it. With brow furrowed and muscles bunched beneath me, I prepared myself. I put my hoof down and felt the sand once again, shift away. I let it go, and my right shoulder fell several inches onto the incline below. The sand atop it too, shifted away, but I found the ground beneath, although bluntly steep, tough, and reliable. I dug my hoof into the earth and let my left, follow suite. Soon enough I was totally banked on the incline and sliding slowly down, down....down.

>>I reached the beach and exhaled a deep breath. I felt the last drops of heat from the sun as it dissapeared behind the horizon, and I was left in total darkness. The moon hid behind passing clouds, and only faint glimmers of it were glistening off the shimming surface that was the ocean. I stopped, with head aloof and ears on guard, I knew I faced the ocean, no equines beseeched my presence left or right, even the seagulls had passed on. All was silent. It was as if the world had simply, fallen asleep. I walked slowly and surefootedly forward. I began to feel the water lap at my hooves and instaly felt all soreness exempt from them. I waded in further, my legs were soon in bless. Then, it touched my belly, and I ceased walking. I closed my eyes and let the gentle waves lap at my chest and spray it's seamist atop my back. For once in my life, I was at peace. The darkness within me no longer existed. In truth, no more alliance existed within me. It just, didn't matter. It was too difficult to act all loving and all caring when in truth you felt shunned by the world for a peculiar coat, waning vision, and an intellect too in-depth for the ordinary. It was too hard to be confused all the time, and too difficult to express rage at things that just didn't matter. The sea didn't care, thus, I never wanted to leave it.

>>Here, no one could touch me. Here, it was worldyl bliss and eternal serenity.

Saregona - May 8, 2008 01:15 AM (GMT)

.:ColtonDARQ:.
.:The mountain stands fast, never loosing its temper, but to occasionally erupt, bleeding magma; as red as blood:.

Massive daggers carry the stalwart stag over the terrain, his weight sinking his pillars to their fetlocks as the bastard three beats. He just catches the last light of the sun disappear behind the dark line of the horizon as he bounds atop a soft, sandy dune where he stands to allow his oculars time to adjust to the falling night. Soon the last rays had rebounded in the atmosphere to non-existence, and the darkness fell heavily on to the surrounds. Colton stood upon his shifting outpost for sometime, straining in the darkness to see if there were any equines present here. He had heard word that Rebel had been spotted here, and, eager to see his sib, Colton had rushed here, racing the smothering veil of the evening. But it appeared to him now that either the news he heard was old, or that he had not arrived in time. As if in disappointment, the brute sighs heavily, his entire frame seeming to droop.

For his entire life Colton's family ties had been horribly unstable, and he had hoped that a meeting with his older sister might have given him some hope for them. His father's strength had waned after the sudden death of his dam, so much so that the malicious vigour that made him such a feared and revered Lord was completely gone. Colton thought much about his father in present times - finding himself frowning down upon Running Thunders' wavering loyalty to the Dark King. The young buck had noticed too, that Tybalt, his younger sister, shared their father's aversion to the immortal Legesain. It was all too severe for Colton, though, the thought of his family being treasonous did not bode well with him, so he chose to ignore it - hoping that they came to their collective senses before they lost their lives. Colton knew that his King would never suffer traitors to live within his ranks, and, Colton thought, rightly so if he wished to rule unopposed, but he didn't want his family to be the ones to die. Colton suddenly finds his thoughts interrupted, the tender call of the waves began to call him in, and the bronc turned his attention to his muscular frame, so sore from his long gallop, and he discards his more undesirable thoughts to answer their beckoning. After all, he was here now, and it would be ridiculous to just turn around and go back to a lonely home.

The large stag lets himself slip slowly down the dune, his tar-dipped appendages steadying him as he slides until they thrust him on to the flat shore when the base of the sand hill is reached. His towers flick, straining to catch the sounds of another over the sound of the breaking waves washing upon the shore, but he hears no one. Still wary in the darkness however, the buck treads along the shore, towards the ocean, feeling the sand change from unstable dry to firm wet treading beneath him flints. A few more paces and he can feel the lapping tongue of broken waves and with a quiet whicker of eagerness he cannot help but bound into the cool, playful waters, his energy throwing sea spray around him. He wades in until his long legs are lifted off of the sea bed, where he begins to swim, foam and spray assailing his crown, his whole body soothed by the caressing touch of the salty depths. Soon he returns to shore, calmed and relieved of his soreness, his sopping coal black tresses stuck about his nape and cran and his long ebon whipcords flicking with wet smacks over his hinds. The now relaxed bronc, thinking that his tiring gallop hadn't been totally in vain, begins to two beat back the way he came, his sodden tail held high so as not to whip him. He inhales deeply, savouring the salty scent of the sea behind him, but with a start he notices another scent mingled with the heady aroma of the ocean. It was another equine, but he could not discern whom, the mingled fragrances meaning he could not recognise them if they were known to him. He tried not to let tension rise in him as soon as he draws up his frame, deciding to take a risk.

"Who goes there!?" He calls, his deep tones seeping the dominance and authority that was natural within them. His alert harks again strain to catch the sounds of another, but again, all he could hear was the rolling and crashing of the waves. So he just stood, alert and ready, knowing he could do naught but wait.

Status: Finished
Words: 778
Starring: Colton
OOC: I hope you don't mind me replying here Arab dear =)

Arabian - May 10, 2008 11:54 PM (GMT)

ILLUSION
i'm an addict for dramatics but confuse the two for love

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>>So give me something to believe in, one dangling leap of faith to know that life, exists for more than brutal beings and insufficient desires of a certain persona. In truth, I don't understand it. I refuse to think that I could stoop so low as to be considered one of the Torn creatures, but I also cannot bring myself to become light, loving everyone and issuing kindness to all those who want it. I know I just couldn't do it. The world and its inhabitants are too cruel, too unworthy to exude passion for any of them. No one entirely loves another, for love does not exist in the heart. Love is an emotion. The heart is only an organ in the body that gives you life. Love does not sit in waiting with the heart. Love, is nothing but a mind game. And I don't play mind games. At least, not with myself. When it comes down to it, I am blunt, straight forward, and self explanitory. I do not wish to hide things from others, it takes too much energy and personally, I just don't give a damn to keep secrets. Natural curiosity gets the better of me in the end. To put it simply, I can't keep my mouth shut, and I don't try to either. But I say damn the one who tries to change me, I am unchangeable. One even went as far as to give me a list of all the un's I am: unchangeable, unforgivable, unloveable...you get the idea. I can say I just laughed at him, for at that point in my life, I used to laugh. Yet now, I never laugh, I never smile, I never anything. It all just seems so unimportant. Ironic, isn't it?

>>A strong torent of wind angered the sea and it sent a wave crashing strongly against my chest. I staggered back a few step, spitting salt from my mouth and sneezing it from my nose. I pinned my ears, as if that would do any good. Sure Illusion, threaten the sea. That was how he had died. Thus I thought to myself, I understand it now...his death, the ocean, my comfort. The ocean was his favorite place, it was were he felt comfort, security. I had always warned him of what his recklessness would do to him. Sadly, I can say I told him so. I sighed deeply, heart broken and dejected, before turning slowly and difficultly around the face the shore. Through a break in the clouds, the moon shone for only a moment on another life form now on the beach. I caught only a glimpse, therefore, I did not recognize it. Whomever it was, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. And I thought to myself, At least someone is. I had every intention of staying where I was, straining my ears, waiting for the form to disapear before I returned to the security of the beach. Although I could not see, and the crashing of the sea was almost defeaning at the present time, I could hear whomever it was. Suddenly, antics stopped and the sea calmed miraculously. I listened harder, and then a voice destroyed my intentions, and I became angered.

>>It was like fireworks had been set off inside my head. All rage and frustration I had not realized I was holding in, burst forth, and I was rabid with fury. But before I could take action, a soft, distintly familiar voice rang throughout my head. I recognized that voice...it had been years since I'd heard it, that one voice that everytime I heard it, sent my emotions flying and my head to fill with love-sick butterflies. It spoke to me, calmly, rationally, thus, I was at peace again. The voice subsided and I remained silent. A faint switch clicked into place inside my head, and the real voice spoken outside my head I realized, too late, was as familiar as the one 'side my dreambox. Colton. Dare I reply? Dare I reveal myself? I wished to remain silent, but I knew the wind had defied me. My scent was thick upon the air, no doubt the salt enhanced it magnificently. I closed my eyes, damn it. Soft tunes answered quietly.

>>"Naught but the ocean and a familiar face." And that was all. The less I had to speak, the more I had to myself. At this time, I was anti-social, as I said, everything just seemed so unimportant to me, just as apparently I was. Someone once told me that I didn't know, I said to them, I don't know? You don't know where I've been. You don't know what the hell I've been through. I've stared death in the face. I've lost everything I've ever cared about. So don't you dare tell me that I don't know.

Saregona - May 12, 2008 02:24 AM (GMT)

.:ColtonDARQ:.
.:But most of the time, it simply stands, stong and calm and only the fiercest of quakes can shake it:.

His towers prick so attentively for her song, one so familiar that his harks hadn't been touched by in many, many months. Unable to bear the thought of uncertainty, Colton's tones ring out over the crisp air once again, his eagerness clear.

"Illusion?" He whickers simply, though failing to keep a deep note of tenderness from his tones, he continues reproachfully, "Illusion, is that you?" He asks again, his voice more reserved. It was hard for the young buck to hold his feelings for her from his tunes, knowing that he felt for her as strongly as he had when they had first met. But Illusion had hurt him too, whether it was her purpose, Colton never knew, but still the wounds on him had been made. For so long he had looked for her, his heart lingering on her frame, her stunning pelt, her intelligent gaze and inspiring mind, and he had simply wanted to have her with him - but she had alluded him to the point where he let her go. For long months he had roved for Illusion, finding always tracks that told Colton that she had moved on, and it had depressed him to find himself always one step behind her, unable to catch her.

But now it seemed he had come across her by force of luck, or was it fate? His insides felt knotted, twisted, and he needed to know for sure that it was she before him. His pools strained somewhat to see through the moonlit sea mist that had rose as evening fell, and without thinking it, his flints carried him onwards in what he knew to be her direction. Within a few moments, a form began to appear, draped in the mist of the ocean, and who bore a peculiar but, as Colton thought, beautiful speckled coat. Colton could not stop his flints from bursting into a three beat as it became almost painfully clear to him that it was Illusion, and his eyes fell somewhat sadly onto her silvery sightless ones. With a pang of sickly surprise, Colton realised that her sight had diminished again.

'But I thought her love for me had brought back her vision...?' Colton thought with sad confusion as he pulled up before her, risking then to try and touch her soft velveteen with his - if for no other reason than the fact that he just couldn't resist. Then there he stood before her, feeling very shaken and vulnerable, trying not to hear the malicious voice in his head that told him that she mustn't love him anymore as they stood as statues, shrouded in saline fog.

Status: Done
Words: 443
OOC: Does she still love him? Poor Colton... =(

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