"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
07-01-2016, 10:00 PM (This post was last modified: 07-03-2016, 03:13 PM by Mezanix.)
Mezanix
So you can throw me to the wolves,
Tomorrow I will come back,
Leader of the whole pack.
Threads of thick, black hair fell down the sides of the mares neck, curling all the way through, and knotting the hairs together creating an impenetrable force of hair. The mares neck was thick and muscular. Two gorgeous black gem-like eyes stared out at the world from beneath a curtain of thick hair. Her legs, stocky, yet muscular, giving off the look power and strength. Her coat was a soft, fluffy looking black mess. Yet all these looks, all this strength she held, she had found herself incapable of keeping those she held dear safe. Her family had been lost to her, her friends missing. She was unsure if they lived or if they had found rest in the afterlife. She had fled those lands before she could find out. And since then she had walked alone, ashamed of what she had done. Fleeing instead of turning back and fighting, and because of such things she had become a determined fighter, and one who would protect others if in need.
Her hooves drummed the soft ground as she made her way across the field, she had heard the warnings from others as she passed by them. The field was no place to go, not if she wanted to risk being force claimed. But honestly, the mare did not care anymore. Perhaps she deserved to live out the rest of her days miserable, to punish herself for leaving her family behind, her friends, her life. She would never dare speak the truth of what had happened back when she was barely 2 years old, but she would always blame herself for it. Spring was hanging in the air, and the season of new life was upon the lands, soon the land would be busy with curious little horses and ponies, some with traits out of a nightmare, other with traits from a dream, and others as normal as the day and night cycle.
Carelessly the large mare lowered her head to the grass, the light of the sun rising above the horizon causing the droplets clinging to the grass to shimmer in the light of the morning sun. She would spend a day or two here before moving onward to either the meadow or the forest, whichever took to her fancy at the time. For now though she was curious what the fields might hold for her, and everyone knows that despite curiosity killing the cat, satisfaction always brought it back. Mezanix picked at the grass for a while, enjoying the rays of light as the sun climbed higher, and then she decided she had waited long enough. Raising her head her onyx eyes took in her surroundings, taking in all there was to see in silence, her ears pivoting back and forth as she listened to the wind and what it had to say. Nothing. There were a couple of harems of mares off to the distance grazing and bonding, but Mezanix found the thought of that oddly disgusting and preferred the solitary moment she spent in the middle of the field, but soon as the sun climbed higher, that would not be the case.
The black mare let a whinny form and escape her maw, travelling across the field and to any ears that may be listening. She was ready to take a dip into a little social interaction, if she were to stay long though, well that was a whole other story.
Her call made him pop his head up from a sea of grass. He is an inky blotch in the blanket of emerald grasses swaying in a gentle mid-day wind. She was whinnying, in the field, right next to him. How did he not see her before? He questions himself and his possible dementia. He wastes no time picking up those big feet and plodding confidently in her direction, strands of green still dangling from his chewing mouth.
“Hey there,” She was a big girl, black a night like him – though something about her reminded him of a raven, something he didn't see in himself or his own broken, scar marred coat. His tail tosses and he slows down to stand a few feet from her, grabbing another mouthful and chewing while he watches her curiously. “You here to recruit or to be recruited, lass?” Her eagerness for company is what made him wonder, though he could smell nothing of any recognizable kingdom or herd upon her coat. He steps closer and tilts his head to the side, his long chunky forelock tumbling to the side to reveal a bright teal eye and the other swallowed up by the veil of hair. “I've a wonderful place to go, if you're looking.” He's a bit suspicious of her and analyzes her reaction carefully.
Is he really that lucky? To find a perfectly fine looking woman calling out......in the middle of the field?
So you can throw me to the wolves,
Tomorrow I will come back,
Leader of the whole pack.
The dark coated mare had not waited long before her invitation was answered. Her black eyes fell upon a stallion of dark complexion with white trailing his body. An odd feeling came about her as he spoke, but Mezanix did not fear this feeling nor dwell on it. She was intrigued to say the least about this stallion. He was tall, much like herself, though he held something more than she did, he held status, something that had always been a desire for Mezanix, and because of this status, he carried himself tall and proud. Not a sense of fear. He was a confident one indeed, who wouldn't be, to approach a train-wreck such as herself. Her draw to this stallion quickly took a turn to being guarded. Lass. Her dark eyes narrowed but she did not offer words to the stallion. Instead she let him speak, and it appeared he was just as curious about her, as she was about him. But then again, she had been the one to invite company, and she had been the daring one to pick the fields, of all places. She had brought this meeting of questions upon herself. "I'm here to satisfy curiosity." Her words fell like lyrics to a song, musical and meaningful, powerful yet gentle. Her words were truth, indeed she was here upon a task to quench her curiosity, trying to provoke danger to come her way so she may taunt it and fight it off. Perhaps the fields was not the perfect place for such things, but the whispered warnings of other mares had been clear to stay away from the fields, and all Mezanix found was questions as to why. So far she had found no danger in the fields, nothing to cause her to fight back, but then again she had only been here a few hours at most. "Perhaps if the mysterious stallion were to give a name, I could be swayed. I'm Mezanix." Again, lyrical words escaped her maw as her dark eyes remained trained to the stallion infront of her, studying his teal eyes with utmost curiosity. He held an air of adventure and possibilities about him, something she longed to experience, but she'd be dammed if she'd go somewhere so easily. Oh no, that was not who she was. If he truly wished to have her in his lands, he'd have to play her game first. And in turn, she'd play his.
07-03-2016, 04:40 PM (This post was last modified: 07-03-2016, 04:40 PM by Chemdog.)
Her voice is cold, is his first thought. He quirks an ear to listen even more carefully; his own stare watching her abysmal eyes bore into him. Those black lips of his instantly melt into a grin as soon as the last bit of silky lyrical tones fall out of her. He steps one step closer, the gap between them comfortable but less than before. His tail slashes and flicks and he ponders what to say. “Chem.” He chuckles, “And I'm curious too – let's be curious together, shall we?” Her raven eyes do not leave him and so his do not leave her, playing the stare down game with ease. “What makes a mare like you come to place like this...” He moves off to the left, starting to stalk a small predatory circle around her, bending the grass to draw said circle around her. He isn't being aggressive, or even reaching out to touch her, despite his desire to do so... He makes a few circles to look her over, cautious of a kick or bite.
What a warhorse kind of woman... His inner voice mumbles to him as he looks her over.
“Mezanix.” He stops to face her head on, his forelock blocking his eyes from her sight. “You do not belong in this place.”
07-03-2016, 05:05 PM (This post was last modified: 07-03-2016, 06:25 PM by Mezanix.)
Mezanix
So you can throw me to the wolves,
Tomorrow I will come back,
Leader of the whole pack.
Chem.An interesting name, and one that seemed to suit him, for reasons the black mare could not understand, but she liked it. She was answered with curiosity as well. What were the odds. Two curious souls meeting, in hopes that the other could satisfy their thirst. She liked his play in words, oh yes, he was as quick in tongue as she was, something she liked indeed.
Mezanix watched in silence as he circled her, though she did not like that she was being observed, examined, to see if all that she was held desire to the stallion, she made no protest nor major movements other than following him with her ears. She listened as his large hooves pressed down upon the emerald blades with utter ease. She could not deny his strength, with every fluid movement he made the muscles rippled, and indeed this was a drawing factor. Her ears pivoted as he moved behind her, barely pinning against her cranium in warning, and one of her back legs lift up ever so slightly to join said warning. It was not breeding season, no. But that did not mean she should not show caution, and place boundaries. Her behind was hers, until she saw fit to share it. And this stallion, although handsome and alluring, was a stranger to her.
He did not linger long behind her, and continued with his powerful movements until he decided he had seen enough and planted his strong pillar-like legs in front of her. This time he stood closer, and if the desire was there, they could have both reached forth and touch muzzles. But there was no desire. Or maybe there was, but there was indeed respect for the others space.
A smile pulled at the corners of her lips as he spoke again, and she looked him in the eyes once more, gleaming at his words. "And nor do you belong in a place like this, yet here we both are." She spoke, drawing the curiosity and mystery out, oh how she loved to play."Satisfy my curiosity, and tell me of this place you offer." Mezanix finally decided to give into the urge to find out about Chem, and made the first move into diving into his lands, his life. And maybe, if she liked it more than she already did, she'd accompany him to where he resided.
07-16-2016, 02:35 PM (This post was last modified: 07-16-2016, 02:37 PM by Chemdog.)
She beckons him with a playful look, the silkiness in her voice drawing the brightness from his teal eyes as he stops his circles and stands in front of her. “Well,” His tail swishes across each speckled hip and his glassy stare casts out toward the Chamber, to the northeast. “It's that way.” He chuckles and shakes, the ground rumbling with the vibrations and swirls of dust curling and dissipating all around him.
“The Village isn't somewhere you can describe in words, only in vision, lass.” He winks to her and steps off to the side. “I tell you what, Miss Mezanix, if you do not like it then I will escort you wherever – or at least you're free to do whatever, as you were before we ever met eyes. I don't claim beating hearts as my own.” He takes a few more steps toward home and looks back, craning his muscled neck over his spotted back. “It is not very far.” He looks back toward the horizon, watching a murmur of starlings swell and dip and spin across the evening light.
So you can throw me to the wolves,
Tomorrow I will come back,
Leader of the whole pack.
Chem.Curiosity entangles itself around Mezanix and her ears perk fortward as Chem begins to move in the direction he was luring her towards. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously but she held confidence in her strength to be able to defend herself if the need called for it. In surprising elegance the large mare moved after Chem as thoughts entangled her mind in what she might do when they arrive at his home. Would she stay? Perhaps not. But maybe something could sway her into wanting to stay. But would she play, and toy? Well of course. For what fun was there in going somewhere without stirring at least a little drama. Her dark eyes watched the handsome stallion as he moved ahead of her, leading the way.
