tears for *fears*

[Thylacine]

tallionna;
black eyes i don't need them
blue tears give me freedom

<sup>So many things could hurt the soul - heartbreak, being ignored, physical and verbal abuse. All these things hurt - none kill the soul, truly. It just feels like it. Lies... well, lies were a totally other matter. They ate you from inside and burned your hide, while another shot through your head with the laughter you know they spoke. Why should your closest friend be any different than you worst enemy? After all, you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It built character, some said. Others believe it to save lives. But is life really worth living after you hear the lies?

Moonlight streamed onto the black's broad back, barely recognising her in the quiet darkness. She was by a small creek though's it's voice was not heard. Sometimes the mare couldn't hear - other times she couldn't see. She was fighting the flame of her own closest friends, her worst enemies. And she was losing. Nothing made sense anymore - she hadn't spoken to anyone such. Her stupor would break, should anyone approach, but that was hardly going to happen. Her stupor would break, yes - but her distrust would not. Tallionna could see lies in the shadows or in the rays of the sun. She couldn't count the times she'd jump only to realize it was only the fall of a dead leaf, barely heard unless paranoid. Was she paranoid? She could not say. All that could be said was that she was broken, and her heart was whole.

Five full seasons she had wandered without, seeing no one through blackened eyes, the scratches and juice from brambles and berries making her appear to cry. She couldn't be anymore - she just was. Not IS. WAS. A historic object, for her past was by comparison uneventful and she was no longer of this world. No longer of our world, and it pained her so. She couldn't survive the pain she brought to herself as she rememberd Asagohan, Hiinishimasu, or even her own blood Raften. No - in this, she was alone.</sup>

[Necromancer]

The ashen stag meandered through the area on an unknown path..unknown only because he had not labeled it, true he knew what he sought..so his path could have been defined, but he rather enjoyed the false pretense of "meandering Idely" and so he perpetuated it in his own mind, steps leading him two and fro as he sought the object of his search.

Now most would think the stonewrought stag sought loves, which was the most common reason to find oneself upon these lands..but such things rarely moved this beast, he had too long been shunned and pushed aside by living things to purposfully seek them out..only the dead did not shun him and it was often thier presence he sought.

Still one did get lonely from time to time and as such when the stags meandering course led him to brush his muzzle against the gleaming bone of an old death, a deer to be exact the ashen creature was plesantly surprised to find another close by, Rising his head to study her..for no doubt it seemed he had only stopped to investigate this death and as yet had not been labeled mad, the brute stepped foreward.

..she will think you mad soon enough... came a wavering voice which only he could hear from nearby, flicking his ashen tail in irritation the dappled stag made a apct to ignore her, as he always did. Fixing the mare with a gaze of swirling greys whose depths hinted at the supernatural which followed him the beast blinked in an attempt to keep such things at bay, his gaze now resembling that of most stags..though perhaps an unusual pale hue.

The mare seemedto be pondering something quite deeply, this emenated from her even from the distence that seperated him, the beast could understand that, he'd often been held in thrall upon old battlefields, so wrapped in death he often forgot the living..at least for a time, curious the beast took several steps closer and spoke.

"What do you ponder so ebon mare?"

[Thylacine]

tallionna;
black eyes i don't need them
blue tears give me freedom

<sup>Aoi lanterns turned to the gray stag who approached. Extreme self control made the movement seem slow, thoughtful, instead of the fear that was held back. Or rather, it wasn't seen. Her inner body was trembling, her inner mind fighting the impulse to run. She wasn't right here - she should go back, become the slave again.

She dipped her head, hiding all of her fears within the safety of her own skin. Her maw briefly touched her chest before returning to the proud arch typical of the breed. Though black, the mare was obviously of a proud breed, one who wouldn't be shamed by a miserable mare. "Just the reasons I wander, fog stallion," her clear voice rang, tremble hid as the rest.</sup>

{ooc; bleh...}

[Necromancer]

A brief chuckle escaped the ashen creatures lips at the mares response, she had replied in kind..fog stallion? he supposed he was, blinking softly as he regarded the mare Necromancer was acutely aware of his ghostly dams silence..odd.

Twisting his head his shadowed eyes examined the area about them for signs of his haunting, but she had fled it seemed, leaving him alone to converse with the mare before him, quite jollied by this fact, fore it ment not having to hide his curse so carefully. Several steps closer were taken to the mare..and yet while she no doubt thought he moved closer to her..it was not so..it was simply the direction he felt himself pulled..as though by invisible thread..no doubt to the site of some recent death.

Glancing over her shoulder as though to catch sight of this death the beast realised what he had done and snapped his attention back to the mare, she had asked a question..yes he remebered now because it had amused him.

"As good a reason as any to ponder I suppose, what do you seek here?"

[Thylacine]

tallionna;
i'm running down a wall
waiting to trip and fall

<sup>Both harks and eyes watched the stranger, chekcking his every move. Brief flick told the mare that she didn't know what was behind her; she could sense nothing, at least. She felt his chuckle more than heard it, as a kind of a gentle wind without rain. Only her self control kept the faerie from backing up as the gray stallion stepped in her direction. She let his words roll over her, take life before she cut them down again. At least she had power over words. "I seek nothing in truth, stallion. I am merely a wandering mare who is talking to a stallion." In partial, that was true. But she wasn't just a mare - rather, she was hardly a mare at all anymore. Her body had been stripped of her proud soul, though she didn't know it was still trying to climb back in. She couldn't - no, not this time. She couldn't be tricked to trutst again.

Some she had passed during her wandering months had looked at her and murmured to unseen companions about the mare's icy heart. How she never got comfortable around them, though they tried their hardest, of course. Tallionna scoffed. They had gathered around, baiting her, jabbing at her. Telling her lies even she wouldn't have believed in her ignorant youth. One had gotten too close, and the rest ran. They didn't want his same fate.</sup>