&&[Heaven] is The Last [Skye]

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[The drugs begin to peak
A smile of joy arrives in me
But sedation changes to panic and nausea
And breath starts to shorten
And heartbeats pound softer
You won't try to save me!
You just want to hurt me and leave me desperate!]

Heavens bared reluctantly to caress the sun in war against dusk's suttle approach. To no avail, the glare's were too strong for the simmering sky and rose out across the horizon. It was a reinaction of a young dove. Stilts braced themselves for the upcoming upheavel of the dun canvas. The sun's radiant attempts of awakening broke her of her deep slumber. Visionaries were fluttering ever so slightly as she strained to a stand. Once her talons were planted in tact with the sod, nares flared heavily. A low snort of frustration emitted from her deep gullet. Awakening was always quite nerve wrecking to this equine.

[You taught my heart, a sense I never knew I had.
I can't forget, the times that I was
Lost and depressed from the awful truth
How do you do it?
You're my heroine!
You won't leave me alone!
Chisel my heart out of stone, I give in everytime.]

The days were beginning to shorten in thought while minds expanded in hope of survival through the winter's harsh cold. Nevaeh was just one of those. Icy blue hued opals peered about the beautiful lithosphere in search of something....something unusual....a large, handsome masculine of her dreams to rescue her from the wake of chaos. Of course, it seemed a fairytale but in Nevaeh's widely-spanned mind it was very possible to accomplish. Velvet-serened chasms curled into a warm smirk of disbelief. Ebon tainted whipcord rested limply for a moment, before being forced in labor. Raven mug dipped slightly before being strewn to the heavens, shaking her thick tiara wildly. Soft nicker rustled in her rib cage, soon emitting her gullet as a melodious nicker.

[You taught my heart, a sense I never knew I had
I can't forget, the times that I was
Lost and depressed from the awful truth
How do you do it?
You're my heroine!]

Jowls parted momentarily before ivories made their way to the stale oxygen. Velveteens lipped lightly at the lush, rolling emerald shrubbery before her ivories nipped solemnly to fulfill her anxiety of famish. A little dusk feast always started off the chilling day.Harsh winds began to howl in the distance as it echoed throughout the vast scopes and soon wrestled with her slender framework.

[I bet you laugh, at the thought of me thinking for myself.
I bet you believe, that I'm better off with you than someone else.
Your face arrives again, all hope I had becomes surreal.
But under your covers more torture than pleasure
And just past your lips there's more anger than laughter
Not now or forever will I ever change you
I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit!]

In a bleak attempt to win over some excersice, she broke out into a swift canter. At first, a bit rough but smoothed out greatly once she was racing the wind with triumph. Limbs flailed as if in hatred at the sod, carefree of her surroundings. Peltry slunk vividly with the rapid exchanging of her gait. The sun peaking shyly over the scopes casted mild glares on her dun peltry, causing it to shimmer gorgeously. Soft, melodious call of distress emitted her chest before halting abruptly on a well-furnished hill. Nape arched as tiara hung low, tassels brewing up in the wind as if robbing her of her freedom. Stalks nipped lightly at her hocks, forelock brushed from her forehead to reveal an unusal, but unique marking of a perfect ivory heart.

[You taught my heart, a sense I never knew I had.
I can't forget, the times when I was
Lost and depressed form the awful truth
How do you do it?
You're my heroine!]

Nevaeh Skye rather not allow visage of this obscure scene but no other presence was known of so she had no worries. Twin peaks flickered uncertainly before pinning at the obnoxious, frantic frets of other creatures among the large expansion of lithosphere. She later came to the conclusion that her former call had the power to give her dignity....authority....maybe even her virginity away. But that didn't stop this ongoing belle. She stood, muscles tense, but not visable as she awaited the arrival of another. Today, an unknown czar was going to participate unknowingly in an exhausting war of claimance...destined to happen....

[I will save myself!]

|| Ooc:// Gahh....I know, horrible post XD ||

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

The intense solar ball was arching its way unto the barren canvas. The other ball of light, the whiten one, had already began hiding beyond the trees, far from here. A single zephyr gave shape to the horizon. Its invisible hands pushing the apendages of the giant vegitation from side to side. Lifting the mane and tail of a red coloured stag off of his frame, giving him a ghoste like aparatus.

He himself had been awakened long ago. For he had no fae's by his side, he had no reason to stay where he slept. He had found it easiest to sleep where he found comfortable. But soon, yes very soon, he would be finding a terra to reside permanently in.

His seers, now unblurred were scanning the horizon, looking for someone, or something. Settling upon a fae that was just arising he simply stood, watching. As she stood, his dial was dropped to the ground, his ivorns tasting the precious tenders under his flints, the dew heaven to his slightly dry kissers. His orbs hinted amusement as he saw the fae lower her own dial to the tenders under her own feet.

Once full of his feast, he sighed, relaxing, content at watching the young fae playing alone in the terra. But soon it was hard to resist. He had been alone for too long to not want a companion.

Back muscled pulled angrily in resistance to his movement. His maw was dropped to the ground as he sauntered. The muscles in his back releasing there tension in the version of a loud snort from the stag. Once his head was raised he realized he had walked to far.

A sudden jerking motion was required as to he not walk straight into the darling fae. His auds shot up in alarm, his nares flaring. An apologetic nicker escaped his throat. Well, might as well introduse himself now. Amusement once again flirted with his features. This time more directly his optics.

My dear, i am so sorry.

His eyes flickered over her own frame, taking in the colour of her phisique. His bod doubled back upon itself, away from the mare slightly. He now wished to stay and speak with her. But as to not invade her personal space, he removed himself slightly.

I am called Kerosene. May i ask of your dubbing?

His voice was slowly becoming less rusty. It would take a while he knew. Not speaking for so long would do that to any equine. His maw was lowered, his eyes sheepish as he waited for the femmes response to his rudeness.

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The days were now beginning to replenish with the availability to extend their daylight glares. But with the almost uncertainty of this fact came the fret of winter's harsh currents. Nevaeh always got angered when it came and to this point is. But as she has experienced the chaotic ways of this biome they call Earth, she has learned to appreciate and actually enjoy romping in the unusually ivory substance.

She didn't quite ponder about residing in one certain lithosphere at a time, but preferred wandering in one place temporarily before continuing her vast journeys. When the reliable hellion came along though, she would be more likely to stick to one biome and start a clean start as a beloved mate more than a bewildered dove. So far, she hadn't witnessed any to her liking until this very dusk lighting.

The soft, rhythmic lashing of appendages caught her blunt peaks. They swiveled momentarily before pinning in irritation. She could tell it was of a large masculine for it with-held so much power in every lanky step and the paces traced to the same gender. Nevaeh had very keen senses and comprehensions which indeed helped her in the nick of time. But she had not been rescued by her obscure abilities at the moment.

Nares flared as her ebon mug dipped and was thrown to the misty heavens. Fore limbs were strewn slightly as she spun on a dime to merely rid of the violent impact. Dome quickly snapped to allow her crystalline ops to have visage of a handsome masculine. Snorting in frustration beneath her breathe, she shook it off maturely and straightened her posture up to enhance her appearance. She was very quick to put some matters beside while focusing on others like greeting this lonesome czar.

No need to apologize, seen as how I could have been watching myself and there was no harm to me.

Her lyrics were always sincere and very melodious. She enjoyed socialization for it taught her the lithosphere's ways of operation and more. Nevaeh wasn't concerned at all about the collision and still pondered about his being here without a queen under his thrown for he was a true masculine to be dealing with or so she thought.

Pleasure to be of acquaintance Kerosene. If you agree to keep your distance I shall, M'lord.

There was a slight hint of amusement in her tone of vocals before she chuckled under her breathe. Opals shifted to meet his deep gaze and she continued her short speech,

Don't worry, lad I was just playing around. I was dubbed Nevaeh Skye but I'd be pleased if you just call me Nevaeh.

She enjoyed adding a tint of humor to her speeches sometimes since she didn't get to greet most equines on this lithosphere. Nape mended to let her talons nip irritably at the pesky bloodsuckers draining her of her life. The dove was actually quite mangled in appearance for her tresses and whipcord were matted, no longer the heavenly silk. Her peltry slinking vividly with dirt sprawling over it. Moist mud created a barrier about her daggers. She knew of her ugly canvas but could care less what others thought.

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

The great ball of fury was peaking above the tree tops. Winged seraphs were slowly awakening. Their summer song was loud amongst the silence of the biome. He himself was not used to all this noise. For many, many years his only companions had been cactuses and occasionally a buzzard or two. So noise was not his greatest ally. But the winged seraphs had a beautiful noise. It did not clutter the lithosphere like so much else.

The fae's voice reminded him of the song of the winged ones. Her lyrics soft and agile. Yes, he had already one fae, which was more than most brutes could say in these realms. But love had not been found yet. He was a stag that did not rush things as such. He knew that companionship had the potential to turn into love, but love had not found its way into his life thus far.

His hocks spread, giving his stance a more regal substance. His fore tresses fluttered downward, they had been set into a flurry by his sudden motion earlier. They masked his vision, obscuring his site of the darling maiden. Her sarcastic lyrics made amusement once again flitter across his features.

M'dear, I shall keep my distance. And I shall love to call you Nevaeh.

His voice was slowly loosing some of its roughness that it had acquired from the years it spent untouched and unused. A sigh was escaping his nasal passages, letting his lungs deflate slowly.

Now what is a fae as yourself doing wandering lands such as thee?

Dial was lowered slightly and shook, ridding his oculars of their pesky obscurers. Ivorns ripped a mouthful of juicy tenders from the ground before rising again, pools focusing upon the fae.

H E ' L L ^be your E G Y P T I A N _Pharoah

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Nor had she been in the midst of the irritating lyrics of the seraphs for she always seemed to disregard their frightening signals. Once she is up and alert, she notices that they are real nuisances. The scorching ball brought her back into a deep train of thought before quickly coming back into reality's wonder. It was a horrid dawn and she never pondered of the incident mentally nor, especially physically. So, on the other side the seraphs captured her mind into a peaceful trance, far from that of her scars that trampled her future.

Never had this dove felt the true positive side of love. It always seemed like it worked out for every living creature and she adored the sight of mates but never visualized herself in that position. It isn't on her mind much for she is still quite young and has much to acknowledge but gets the gist of how love works. She only fears the hatred that brews and causes blood shed, heartbreaks from the commanding hellions. It would only kill her precious soul to have her heart's barrier shattered and a heart unprotected, awaiting the arrival of a vicious wreckage.Not again.Not again.Not again.

Chest heaved heavily for she was still a bit shaken by the former ordeal, breath labored and tiring. Ebon locks cascaded with her almond tainted occs only to prevent her violating marking from being seen. They may say first impressions determine the outcome of your future with them but so far she was confused and impressed for he seemed a fool at first glance, but revealed to be quite the charmer.

And I thank you for that. Nevaeh may be an odd cursing but it is unique...I'm unique.

A dense glaze of amusement casted over her occs before she smirked slyly. She was indeed unique from her impressive abilities to her non impressive appearance. Nevaeh had endured the same annoyance of a rough vocal but soon overcame it and practiced her speech regularly.

Well, what mare doesn't come to these lands upon first arrival?

She'll admit that she enjoys the tricks of playing hard to get but not too hard to get, just a bit stubborn and humorous. It ensured the enhancement of czar attraction, or so she thought it did so far.

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Ebon colored shadows began to form, being thrown off of the monstrous trees, giving shade to the few lucky equines that were in the way of their cool throws. The dew that had earlier given life to his parched throat had now been dried up, giving the vegetation that of a lack luster quality.

Arched boa held dial high. Dished face was framed by lengthy tresses. Her insistent amusement let his colten side come out to play. She was unique, that was for sure. He had not had to work for the fae he now had acquisition of. It took some of the appeal and pride out of the winning.

Stags flint was struck out into the dried earth. Oh, how he hated summer. This hatred and annoyance was reinforced as a small blood sucking pest settled itself upon the red hued pelt of the brujo. It was one of the pests that were not around in the winter cold, but somehow reappeared during the summer heat.

His hind tresses were sent into action, flicking upwards at his haunch. Unable to reach it, his hind leg kicked out. Again it was unsuccessful. Third times the charm. A small buck was permitted. His muscles rippling in pleasure as the small insect fled his pelt.

Oh, you see my dear. Some mares simply go to the gathering area, some go to the breeding grounds. But I do see your point. No sense in being force bred, or force claimed aye?

His pillar strided him forward a single pace. His maw extending towards her own. He did not wish to startle or offend the ebon hued vixen. Maw stayed extended as a low rumble started deep within the caverns of his chest.

H E ' L L ^be your E G Y P T I A N _Pharoah

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As the days grew humid, banished of moisture, she was disgusted and usually planned to strain herself to only one biome for the heat was unbearable torture. Shade was a necessity but scarce around these turfs. But she always peered to the plus side of lush, fresh shrubbery beneath every step of unison.

Nevaeh took a short step back as he performed many techniques to rid of the bloodsuckers but momentarily giggled afterward. Ebon locks fell to the security of her thick tiara. Nape arched, her mug dipped to rub vigorously at her fore piston. The recent pest had fled the extent to continue his labor on her sheer, dun canvas. Snorting lightly, ivorns braced themselves before gnawing at it's helpless flesh and flailed to the ground in a heap of submission. Tossing her dome lightly, she grinned in eager pleasure.

I see. Those 'some mares' I believe are merely fools as they should never give their virginity nor soul away to any unknown czar. All it does is create horrid conflicts. That is why I prefer the security of these vacant lands. No sense at all!

She ended her sincere side with a disgusting gesture on her well-sculpted features before snorting lightly as his mug transferred endless warmth to her own canvas. Dome was tossed to slightly nudge his own mug, smirking in pleasure. Audits swiveled as she could pick up the oncoming rumble with ease. A startled gaze was given to his own crystallines as if in wonder of his intentions.

So far the belle had been enjoying his solemn company for he was fun to have around with his wild antics kicking in to accompany her own. Maybe she would actually have a chance of a brand new, protected civilization in only one biome to call her own home without further ado. This was a wondrous thought but probably unlikely.

|| Ooc:// Gahh-I know suckish post but meh musie is still dying off XD ||

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Red pelt shone, the blood already clotted softly, invisible to all. Though a slight itch was upon the stag. He tried hard to ignore it. A small swish of his tail was permitted. The tendrils swiping the itch away with a soft, but intense gesture.

Stags soft, warm cocoas took in the faes own orbs. He wished so much to bring her to his newly attributed home Golden Plains, but did not wish to scare her off with a subtle gesture. He must wait until the time was right.

His own mug extended once more, bumping her maw back softly, a return to her own playful gesture. Although not meaning to, it seemed the time had arrived.

M'dear Nevaeh, I wish to invite you to my home. Golden Plains. If you wish, you may join me.

He did enjoy her company, and wished for it to travel with him to his home. His arched boa swept back, relieving the soft itch with his lightly revealed Ivorns. Dial lowered to the ground, Ivorns tearing up the flesh of the ground, filling his mouth with the dry taste of the grass.

The heat was slowly becoming unbearable. Lightly dabbed spots of sweat were beginning to appear upon his red hued pelt. Behind his auds, at the creak of his neck and boa. Behind his shoulders. He wished mightily for a swim.

H E ' L L ^be your E G Y P T I A N _Pharoah

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Nevaeh struggled to strain herself still as a light exchanging of her weight was permitted, she stood patiently, still wondrous about his former actions. Plumage wisped in the upheaval of a dense breeze as it was robbed of it's freedom. Locks performed the same gesture as they were swallowed in the harsh whistling winds.

She would be honored to reside in the presence of such a gentleman and pondered restlessly about the exciting thought. Low wicker of joy escaped her deep chest to reveal her once invisible emotions toward the thoughtful stag. No other would be willing to house such a humble maiden as herself. Maybe he actually saw her for who she actually was, a fun-loving, stubborn character.

Snorting lightly to his next playful act, she smirked in pleasure. Only nudging him back in a quick movement, she accepted his soul into her own barrier cascading to her vast heart. Usually, it would take day and night to do so but he was showing her the true side of a well-put together hellion.

If you insist, M'lord. But may I warn you that I may not be the loveliest equine in the early dusk nor the late hours.

Laughing solemnly, she continued truthfully for she wished so dearly for a warm, loving home,

Such a lovely invitation, so I have no choice other than to pursue to your lands, the Golden Plains. You have shown me that you are very worthy indeed.

Nevaeh accepted in a quick notion. Maybe too quick for she didn't want to reveal herself as too desperate but thankful to his invitation. Warm occs resembled his own as she watched him thrive on the emerald shrubbery. Smirking slyly, her dome lowered slowly. Ivorns rustled at a beautiful daisy before she snagged it from the root. Nape arched to extend her velvet mug. Ivorns released the thick stem atop his tiara. Nevaeh nudged it lightly to place it near his audit.

I think you could pass as a lovely mare!

Laughing hysterically, she smirked and lowered her tiara to the sod once more. This time, she shredded some stalks off and munched quietly to fulfill her little bit of hunger. The chill of rolling waters on her peltry always calmed her and would relieve her need of cooling down right about now. Sweat had begun to swell on her canvas as well.

|| Ooc:// Gahh-sorry I know that this is a really suckish post ||

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Solar giant had finally left the equines alone. Leaving just his soft reminder of spring, the light heat, that would grow intense once that day came back. Small lights was left in the canvas of darkness. The largest being that they dubbed the Moon. As a little one Chairo had often thought that it could be a large gooey substance.

His audits were called to attention, his dial rising at her lyrics. His life bringer thudded in pure happiness, which was not masked on his lovely red features. Her antics that came next amused him greatly.

After placing the shrubbery upon his dial, a shaking was needed to rid himself of its peskiness. A soft snort was given at her hysterical laughter. Grunting he nudged her. Dusk was there, and total darkness was falling in. Yes, they would stick together on their way home. Any other way and the maiden would loose herself, possibly ending up in a darkened land.

Lets go M'dear.

His maw was placed upon his shoulder, a soft push in the right direction. Through the trees he headed, his auds back, making sure she followed.

H E ' L L ^be your E G Y P T I A N _Pharoah

||Apparently musie jumped off the cliff||