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Date Posted: 16:11:27 12/07/03 Sun
Author: .the.sandman.
Subject: .sanity is the madness preferred by the majority.
.sober.mind.time.now.is.gone.
.they say that life is overrated, so let's hope that it gets better as we go.in the beginning, we are anxious to go, to see what we never have before.at first, it's bliss, places to go, people to meet.but when it's all said and done, we have ventured so far but to remain in the same spiritual state as when we began.we have gone too fast, too fast to notice the little things, the ones that life is meant to be built around.for with this bodily incarnation comes temptations; sidetracks from what we were put here to do.we have all been absorbed by these, but it is when we become engulfed by the power of temptation that we stray from the beaten path.this is why this place was so segregated."lights" here and "evils" there.but such is life, regretful but inevitable.
.they.carved.my.body.not.of.stone.
.pale-hued bruja stands atop a small bluff, surveying his surroundings.this place would be a great home, but he was really too embarrassed to ask about it.ebons tap rhythmatically 'pon terra, muscular bod maintaining an equilibrial stance.t'was a shame he was so shy...life would be better.
.thoughts shifts slowly to the femme that he had been speaking to.she seemed slightly stubborn, though noble and dedicated to her cause.she was also beatiful, but that could have mattered less to him.it was better to have an average mate who was set to her cause than a beatiful mare who had none.deep sigh is 'mitted from ashen labrums.once again, he wished he was more outgoing.
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.:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 17:27:52 12/10/03 Wed [1]
She had been serious about keeping him in her sight and no amount of distraction was going to deter her from her task. Lowering her head, she scaled the bluff, the musculature donated by Draft ancestors serving her well. Her nares flared as she reached the summit, partly from exertion and partly to reassure herself that he was actually there.
.:Is something wrong?:. she asked quietly as she came to stand next to him. A thin sheen of sweat blanketed her dove gray pelt and her ribs still rose heavily from her ragged breathing.
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.sanity is the madness preferred by the majority. -- .the.sandman., 22:40:40 12/20/03 Sat [1]
(OOC:Sorry for the very extended absence, I had Influenza A. I'll be on the whole day tomorrow, though, if you have the chance to post a lot.)
.a rhetorical question, can't shake this obsession.
.his unconscious state of mind is shaken away at the sound of another's voice.golden-brown occs remain affixed 'pon the tranquil harmony that is a setting winter sun.his soft, deep, captivating voice pours easily from his ashen mug.
"You're following me, aren't you? Don't worry, if I wanted a fight, I'd have started one by now. I understand where you're coming from...I know how you feel. If you feel like you need to keep an eye on me, feel free. I rather enjoy your company, anyway."
.slight coy smirk is given off, lasting but a slight second.he probably sounded ignorant, but he knew that what he spoke was from his heart, and anything different would be dishonest.
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//May I Have A Moment?// -- Midnight Tango, 02:16:26 12/21/03 Sun [1]
//Appearing like a shadow in the sheets of light that fell from the golden painted heavens, the statue of lean proportion was sighted in the west bounds of the terra. Unlike the horses that stayed glued to this places in the fountains of Central Park, this sculpture shifted through the dancing wheat stocks. The years upon this earth had been harsh but she had gained every advantage from them. Her sleek and fit form was to show for her low key diet and her constant roaming. The sandstones of the mountain polished her hooves and kept them perfectly trimmed all year long. She was no full blood of anything, but she was a fine creature. With her mahogany coat with the black polished legs, those towers ears with their winter hair full, and those chocolate eyes peering from beneath that tangled mane. She was a beauty, and that was without a doubt, but she had such a history with this world…one both enriching and overwhelming. She had style and grace, shown from her elegant gait…beware. She broke many a heart. Total count: XVI //
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//Time Again Has Come To Soon -- //Tango//, 03:05:20 12/21/03 Sun [1]
//Was the number of her accomplishments about to rounded to a vivid 17? Her eyes twinkled in the dull lighting with mischief and excitement as the approach of the rock-solidly built male guided towards her. Roses due have thorns, but our Tango had poisonous leaves as well- the smallest amount of urushiol (ōō rōō’ shê ôl) would leave you begging for more of her sweet and mayhem-ish ways. Was one brave enough to risk the poison? Her frame halted amongst the waves of grass as she peered up to the bo with an inquisitive eye. ‘Forgive me if I’ve trespass. I meant little harm’ A gentle smile warmed her whiskered lips as her tail shelthed the grass with it’s flick, lapping against her solid stilts. ‘Might I inquire to whom you belong or by what I might call you, sir?’ Her lyrics were honey coated and much to sweet to digest quickly, they pooled in the air for what seemed enternaty before blowing away with the breeze. She awaited an answer, shoulders held square though head was slightly drooped in a show of respect for the male she knew not what to call//
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.sanity is the madness preferred by the majority. -- .the.sandman., 02:28:02 12/21/03 Sun [1]
.soft gaze comes to an abrupt attention as the new femme treds down upon the scene.occuli shift towards this new one, attempting to make out a silhouette in the darkness.she was new; at least to him.rock-solid pillars make a slow effort to meet the entrance of the fae as regal crane is arched.a clear stigma of the power and wisdom of the pale bruja were held in those eyes.he was not dense; a wary approach made.nares flare, taking the captivating scent of this newcomer in.indeed she was beautiful, but as it is well known, every rose has its thorn.
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.sanity is the madness preferred by the majority. -- .the.sandman., 03:19:53 12/21/03 Sun [1]
.void of all emotion, the brute's soft features look upon those of this new mare.should he answer her?though inquisitive of her reasonings for her abrupt arrival, he takes one final pace forward, a harmonious melody of words marches its way from his labrums.
"I am The Sandman, and you are...?"
.deciding that it would be for the best to say little and do even less, his muscular bod stands astill in an equilibrial stance, awaiting what this femme had to say.
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//Doing It All// -- //Midnight Tango//, 03:26:50 12/21/03 Sun [1]
//the female let a flirtatious laugh escape her chest and ring her cords before she dared answer the brute. ‘I, good sir, am Midnight Tango. Daughter of someone and sister to none. Pray tell, who’s that young lass on the hill there? A lover of yours, perhaps?’ Glancing up to Evlen, a sly smile met the fetales lips instantly.//
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.:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 23:28:18 12/23/03 Tue [1]
A snort tickled her delicate nares as she deliberately looked away from Tango, her ocules searching for a more pleasant sight. Another femme practicing her wiles on stallions unlucky enough to catch their attention. It would be interesting to see if Sandman escaped her clutches. The regal fae wouldn't interfere, it was not her place; after all, she held no claim on the stallion. His previous comment had pleased her but they had been interrupted before she could answer. Not one to discuss private affairs in front of strangers, she remained silent, leaving it to her companion to either accept or reject this interloper.
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.sanity is the madness preferred by the majority. -- .the.sandman., 16:06:13 12/24/03 Wed [1]
.brow is cocked slightly, the gigantous white bruja deep in thought.why was this mare here?.she did not know him, so what brought her?.
"Midnight Tango...You're not from here, are you?"
.the thought hit him only as he asked the question.she was dark.
"I think you should leave, and I think you should leave now. You're not wanted here."
.he turns back to Elven without a second thought.
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//Take off the hood, cast down the gown// -- Tango, 21:12:54 12/28/03 Sun [1]
//The snort of the other sent the chocolate damsel into a fit of giggles, and they lasted until the Bo dared his speech. ‘Ahem?’ her voice dropped all signs of giddiness at his change of voice was made. Was he ordering her around? Surely not, he was much too much of a gentleman to do such a thing. ‘Just because I’ve chosen to reside in a resident on the other side of the range does not mean I gallivant around lacerating off the heads of innocent colts. If you’re looking for an evil that enjoys a good young ‘un to kill- go see Velvet of the Black woods. She’s a downright killer- and she doesn’t care what freakin’ side the pup is from, however sir, I am not out to kill you or any others. However, if I’m irritated and pushed enough- I know a certain mare I wouldn’t mind ridding the world of.’ She need not say more- the smart would gather her information and sort it out to find to whom the damsel referred. ‘I demand to be treated with respect, though. I’ve shown no harm to you so none should be shown to me. And besides- I thought you lights were the generous type. I don’t drive lights out of my terra, now do I? and I certainly don’t lop their heads off’ the sparks flew as she let out a jovial snicker. //
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.:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 15:33:41 12/29/03 Mon [1]
Apparently, the mare wasn't here on the attack, well...not of the physical variety at least. Thorns flicked about disinterestedly as sounds of mirth were heard from Tango. The grating noises were hardly enough to stir the grulla fae to speak, after all, what did she care what this mare thought of her? Hopefully, soon she'd follow the others of her persuasion and return to her home to leave the denizens of PI in peace.
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[ . Cursed or Blessed . ] -- Hex, 20:42:10 12/29/03 Mon [1]
Having travelled from Sun-Kissed Beach to visit his favorite sister, the almost-stallion drew up short when his chocolate gaze landed on the Evil mare. Her veiled threat did not go unnoticed by the russet royal and if the small stud could have growled, he would have. Taking his place beside Elven and pressing a brotherly nuzzle to her neck, the red-gold prince stood silent, ready and willing to "lop off" Tango's overly verbose head at the slightest physical provocation.
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.:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 20:51:05 12/29/03 Mon [1]
All thoughts of Tango were dismissed as her brother's nuzzle was felt upon her dove grey hide.
.:Hex!:. she exclaimed happily, surprised and pleased by his unexpected visit. Her own mug extended to press against his cheek in an affectionate gesture of familial love. Choosing to ignore the proceedings that were unfolding around her, the femme instead focused on her brother, her dark eyes fixing on his features.
.:Not that I'm complaining, but what sparks this little visit?:. she asked softly, a smile lingering on her ashen lips.
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[ . Cursed or Blessed . ] -- Hex, 21:20:21 12/29/03 Mon [1]
Following his sibling's lead, the russet prince turned away from the proceedings. His liquid eyes roamed over the grulla's frame, imprinting his beloved sister's image in his brain. It was rough on the youth to be so separated from his family. He and his mother had remained in SKB while Elven and their father had stayed in PI. The pathway between the terras was tough going, but the firey brute had made the journey many times. Shaking the thoughts away, he focused on Elven.
"No special reason. Sun-Kissed Beach is still recovering and I needed a break."
Pasting on a sunny smile, he looked around the Isle. It had withstood the onslaught well, much better than the beach had.
"Mom's a little off and Dad's been stuck in Dark Evergreens forever." the stallion complained. "But on the bright side, we're going to have siblings and I think I'm in love."
Leaving that final remark hanging, the bright stud chanced a look around, making sure that the Evil mare hadn't managed to wreak havoc in the moments he had been ignoring her.
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.:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 21:27:19 12/29/03 Mon [1]
Finally, emotion registered on the mare's face. A mixture of shock, surprise, and curiosity took hold of her features as she prodded her brother with her velveteen mug.
.:Siblings? In love? Pray, do tell:. she prompted, indulging in this bit of gossip in hopes of learning more information about her family. The split was indeed hard on them all, making news a welcome part of any day. Raven strands slapped distractedly against her haunches, the movement seeming more like a formality than a necessity due to the lack of flies at the moment.
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[ . Cursed or Blessed . ] -- Hex, 19:21:45 01/04/04 Sun [1]
A moment of silence preceded the chestnut prince's next comments. He knew he could share openly with Elven without worries of treachery or deceit. Lowering his tone, fire-kissed brute indulged his sister with the gossip she wished to hear.
"Mom's getting fat. I'm assuming twins by the size of her, but she is definitely breeding." he offered matter-of-factly. His normally sleek, trim mother was rounding out. Only one good cause for that.
"As for the latter, I think I might be in love. You remember Takara, right? Euphoria and Zackari's daughter?" He paused momentarily, letting his tired mind dredge up the image of the pale painted filly. A genuine smile lit the normally somber stallion's features. Their relationship had come full circle from the days that Takara had vehemently defended Castaway til their time spent shut up in the Mythical lands. Forgetting to speak further, the bright prince's thoughts floated away in a haze dominated by the feisty lady.
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.:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 09:27:57 01/08/04 Thu [1]
Twins? Now this was news, and rather comforting news at that. There had been a rift between Tori and Shaz for some time now, torn apart as they were by duty. The twins would symbolize their reunion of sorts, a renewal of their pledge to each other. Rather romantic actually, if one thought with that frame of mind. And Takara? Yes, Takara was vaguely remembered somewhere in the dark cobwebbed recesses of the dame's mind. She opened her mouth to reply, but it was obvious that Hex was lost in thought. A saccharine smile adorned his sister's lips, at least her brother would not walk through life alone.
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