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Post by XxNazrinxX on Jul 13, 2008 20:55:20 GMT -5
Entrapment. Nothing she could do to free herself of the chains that wrapped around her heart, the chains pulled her back.
Silence. Nothing she could say about it.
With every long stride that carried her away from her chamber, her cell, her life, it became harder to continue moving forward. She pulled against the chains that tried to drag her back to her tormenter, her torturer, her father. She struggled against those chains, because, even though they wanted to bring her back to the only home she may ever have, she would only be inflicted with more pain - maybe even be tortured to death. Or maybe her father would be generous, and make it quick and painless.
No, he would never do that.
She galloped on, struggling, battling, feeling as though her heart would be ripped right out because she pulled against the chains that wrapped around it.
But she kept running.
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Post by twany on Jul 15, 2008 14:58:14 GMT -5
Tyrone walked steadily, closer the oak tree giving a cautious breath every step he had never come near the oak tree,he had been forbidden,but he finally decided to see it he wasn't sure if he was looking for a mate nor herd,maybe company ,but he also was not sure he could not open up to anyone.Tyrone found a small patch of grass and lowered his dial to begin consuming it.He hadn't noticed any one els yet,maybe he was to lost in his own thoughts.
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Post by XxNazrinxX on Jul 15, 2008 16:38:09 GMT -5
The vixen had lowered herself to a halt, the scent of a vampire in the area. Not following the odor, she paced herself at a walk, knowing that she would still be seen the the baron if he had not continued on his way. Walking, she knew that one could plainly see her struggle to move forward.
Passing the stallion, she ignored him bitterly, blood highlighted forelock covering one of her crimson optics. She snorted powerfully, her legs straining as she fought to not turn around and gallop back to the hell she called home.
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Post by twany on Jul 15, 2008 19:01:43 GMT -5
Tyrone enjoyed finishing the grass.His auds pricked to a light sound ,He raised his ebony dial,hearing the snort.He looked to see a black Fae ,she was at an obvious struggle,he stomped his hoof then reared into a gentle cantor and stopped not to far from her."What is wrong?"He called hoping to get her attention for she seemed to be truly fighting back something..which made him curious to what this was.
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Post by XxNazrinxX on Jul 15, 2008 23:17:45 GMT -5
Closing her lids with a gentle sigh, the vixen stopped. Turning to the vampire, optics open, she watched as the stallion drew closer. Of hue and blood, both were black Arabians.
As his lyrics rang out, she shouted in her head, I thought stallions told mares who they be, then asked the mares what their calling was, not ask them what's wrong. She sighed once more before answering. "A long story," she announced.
The ebon vampiress realized with a jolt that her father - or his warriors - could be coming to get her. It was to protect both her and the stallion's life that she snapped, "we need to get out of here." She turned towards the way she came, and inhaled. No scents. Still - the unnamed vampire and her - who remained unnamed to him - needed to keep moving.
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Post by twany on Jul 16, 2008 1:15:01 GMT -5
Tyrone listened to her words ,they rang in his head for a moment.She was obviously going to keep this reason for her struggle to herself.He threw his head with frustration then,looked at her once more hearing her sigh.She seemed suddenly hesitant,the listened as she told him they must go.He snorted and trotted to the vixens side,he looked away ,then up towards the moon,that began to disappear in a grey mist"I'm Tyrone ,by the way"
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Post by XxNazrinxX on Jul 16, 2008 16:44:48 GMT -5
The Arabian nodded briskly. "I be Nazrin," she stated before three - beating away from the direction she came. Nazrin knew her father too well to know that he would make an attempt to pursue her.
Once again, nares flared to catch the scents of any coming horses. Still none. But they we're coming - why wouldn't they be? If even his daughter escaped his slavery, he killed her, just like he had with her mother.
"We don't have to run," Nazrin hissed, "just keep walking. The sooner we're out of here, the better." Her crown swiveled slightly, the crimson flashes in her tassles appearing and reappearing in the slight shaking of her nape.
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Post by twany on Jul 16, 2008 17:32:30 GMT -5
Tyrone nodded,He flicked his ebony tassle,which shined a blue streak through it in the moon light.
"So,what brings you here?"He asked distantly ,he wasn't sure he could connect with anyone,..not yet.With that He flung his head and began to walk forward.
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Post by XxNazrinxX on Jul 19, 2008 19:40:12 GMT -5
Staring ahead, Nazrin walked alongside the stag. Tyrone, that was what he called himself. Listening to Tyrone's lyrics, the wench decided she might as well not keep it a secret, especially from the stallion who had now obviously claimed her. She strained her serpentine to keep from throwing her crania back.
"It's a long story," she repeated, before her voice dropped to a hiss, "my father kept all of his harem as slaves. He took me away from my mother when I was weaned, and never wanted me to see her again. So we met in secret," she snorted in memory, "he found out recently. He wanted to kill me first - my mother told me to run, that she would handle this. She was killed by my father. And now he's after me." Nazrin could almost imagine the five stallions herding her off to her father, the wicked gleam in his optics, the evil smile on his facade . . .
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Post by twany on Jul 21, 2008 2:37:07 GMT -5
Tyrone looked towards her as he walked,looking forwards once more auds swiveling,listening. Now ,auds pricked as he listened to her story cut short.He looked towards her,he knew pain ,but not the way she did ,he barley knew his mother ..he wasn't quite sure how it felt to lose a loved one.He had been his only."I..I'm sorry ..about your mother...."Tyrone paused and looked towards the ground,then up to the moon that was barley showing in the clouds that covered it."If they do come,I will protect you.."He trailed off ..truth was he wasn't sure he could protect her,he had fought off many things as he grew up,but angry stallions were a different story....
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Post by XxNazrinxX on Jul 25, 2008 12:06:22 GMT -5
Crania turned slightly towards Tyrone. "I'm glad someone is. It seemed like I was the only one who cared," she murmered, her expression softening. Nazrin couldn't help but feel a soft spot for this stallion, warmth. The chains that once threatened to bring her back to her father were gone now. However, her emotions still mixed; she didn't know yet how she truly felt about the hellion.
Crown and harks rose at the stag's next set of lyrics. Hesitinatly, her charcoal maw touched the vampire's shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered. If they did come - usually they would be here by now - she would help Tyrone fight them off . . . she couldn't let him get killed by fighting them off on his own, if they were so strong to kill him. As the father of their master, it would give them the advantage, because she knew practically everything they tought them.
Clearing her windpipe a bit, Nazrin spoke once more. "Do you have land?" she quizzed.
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Post by twany on Jul 26, 2008 1:41:56 GMT -5
Tyrone looked at the fea ,and nuzzled his head warmly into her.For a moment he just looked at her,he couldn't believe he was opening up to anyone,but he felt like he could with her.
Tyrone listned to her next comment,he pawed the ground and looked down."I.."He stammered for a moment "I have always believed in claiming land with your mate...so.."He trailed off and began to walk forward now,he felt so dumb and inferior ,He was a lone colt no herd or even bacheolor herd..how could he ever mean more than company to nazarin?
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Post by XxNazrinxX on Aug 1, 2008 16:23:56 GMT -5
The two had stopped walking, and Nazrin couldn't help but let the butterflies in her stomach escape when Tyrone touched her. She set her crania against Tyrone's mane, sighing slightly at the feeling of love that came with it; unrestrained love, that her father couldn't and didn't control, like with her mother. It was a good feeling, though it may not be what other darks would consider acceptable. Oh, the rebellion.
She felt Tyrone hesitate and shift nervously, hearing the sound of his pawing. Her auds pricked as she listened to his stammering, and his words couldn't help but startle her a bit, but it didn't matter now. She watched him as he began to walk off, and her expression softened. "Then I am your mate," she lyriced, truly unsure of what she could say. The words had tumbled out, almost unthinkingly, and she had to thik about what had come out before she knew what had. She watched him, blood beginnig to run cold.
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Post by twany on Aug 2, 2008 4:12:14 GMT -5
Tyrone heart and hooves skipped a beat ,at her maw rested on him,the loving and trusting feeling to it.He had never known such a feeling,never could he before.His breath wads still for a momen't ,The air felt still. Let yourself.. let yourself love..
Tyrone now stopped and so did it seem his heart.Her comment was sudden and suprising,....................but lovley ,bitter sweet.
He turned and looked at her now ebony tassle still blowing from the wind once more behind him.His lips curved into a smile.Her pulled at her forelock gentlythen put his ebony neck over her's,quietly whispering "Alright."He felt so happy,so loverd so every good feeling he didn't know he could feel.It suprised him.
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Post by XxNazrinxX on Aug 2, 2008 13:19:34 GMT -5
{End post or continue posting?}
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