Untainted Purity

[anstice]

'Pon the prairie grasses the fae tred, her steps long and graceful. In the distant forests, a coyote yelped, signaling the transition from day the dusk. Small larks darted just above the tops of shrubs, twittering to each other as the sun started its decent into the horizon.

Anstice lifted her azure-tipped maw to the waning light, small acoustics pricked to the distant hills. Expansive, cerulean banner blew out 'hind her, crest tresses following in a similar manner, fighting to be free of their captor. Said fae stepped forward, graceful and collected, as a unicorn of such purity should be. But a small sting gnawed at her gut, irritating and making her question her current position of loneliness. How she longed for company... Any company, friend or foe. Her instinct was screaming at her, ordering her to find others of her kin, but her searches were in vain.

And so, against all equine custom, paying no heed to potentially attracted predators, Anstice released her melody. It echoed against twilit hills and came back to her, all evidence of moons of pain and sorrow etched within its chorus. How she longed for another of her own, and a place to call home.

[Chance]

The neutral lord second stepped in, orbs sweeping the terra. They snagged apon a brilliant ivory equine, with a long horn on her forehead. His acoustics pulled foreward, pricked, his own ebon strands fighting the slight wind. Chance of Time bowed his crest in a half arch, charcoal tipped maw straining towards his diaphagram. Powerful muscles rippled under his smooth silky bay covering.

He lifted his knees high, the rest of his fulcrum following after them. He floated majestically over the ground. Coal locks tugged in the wind, ribbon flowed out behind him. Chance of time's optics swept the land once more. The claiming terra. Where faes and studs met. Or didn't. A beautiful place. Or not. Depeneds on if you are answered.

Chance's gait quickened to a four beat to near the fae at a faster pace. His bod stretched out, pinons reaching, pushing, collecting, extending. His dial moved towards his chest, then out, pumping with the motion of his gallop. The brute's daggars left gouges in the earth.

The lord's weight was placed to his hindquarters and he slid to a halt about a horse length from the great femme.

She must be a unicorn.

thought Chance. He bowed his pate, bent a foreleg, and bowed before the unicorn fem. He streightened, and a low rumble was emmited from his parted labrums. The nicker drifted on the air, a masculine song, to the fae's waiting auds.

Dear femme, may I ask your dubbance and alliance?

He wanted to ask what she was, was she really a unicorn, but his politeness stopped him. The masculi's firey eyes surveyed the queen, awaiting her answer.

(sorry, no muse! My land detailing could use work but at first you posted t in my terra so I had to do some hasty changing of lands... might still have some flaws..)

[anstice]

Delicate apex tipped toward the new coming brute, Anstice's bright violet lanterns widened slightly in surprise. But, as always, her manners did not desert her. Her gaze was one of soft intelligence as the handsome monarch knelt before, uttering a deep melody all his own.

To the loam she knelt in return, touching crystalline horn to the earth in respect. The opalescent fae lifted herself and arced her long, graceful boa, inclining azure-pointed zenith in acknowledgment, peering curiously at him. He was deep russet in hue, tall and rangy in build.

A small smile played at her maw, one of almost childish innocence as she peered up at the brujo, violet orbs trusting.

"Ev'ning, m'lord. Anstice is what they call me, of the neutrals."

Her voice was not soft, but pure and melodic, like the hum of a flute, like the tinkling of small sleigh bells. A small sigh escaped her, tickling the stems of the tall grass surrounding the unicorna. At last, she was not alone. She knew not much of the flamelicked stag, but it was something. Something other than the pain of loneliness. And Anstice was satisfied with that.

((that's fine. ^^ At the moment my muse is out partying. xD))

[Chance]

Chance dipped his dial respectfully, orbs soft as they explored the fae's frame. She was elagent, beautiful, amazing. Amazing. That was a word that was often used now in his mind. Amazing that he was a lord. Amazing.

The wind tugged harshly at his ebonite tassles, trying to rip them from his nape. They wipped in the wind, leaving a lingering sting on his facade. He lifted a foredaggar to paw at the loam, scraping away the sod, punishing it. A slight smile played on his features, lifting the corners of his mug. His auds flickered and twisted.

He was odly pleased that the femora was of his alliance. It would have been such a pity if she had been of the heavenly alliance, or that of the devil. She was so perfect, so brilliant. Just the way she was. As a neutral.

His labrums parted, not releasing a song, or a low rumble, but words. Strong, powerful, but his tone had a gentle edge to it. Not the way he would speak to a stag. These tones were only for the fae standing before him.

"Good evening to you. I, as well, am of the Neutral alliance, as the king of the neutrals of this land. My calling is Chance of Time, or you may call me Chance."

Chance arched his heavely muscled boa to a curving serpentine, maw nearly kissing his diaphagrm. He lifted his ribbon, the slim strands of it touching his hocks. He walked towards Anstice, slim fulcrums moving his bulk smoothly and fluidly as he closed the distance between them to a foal-length.

He halted, coal tainted limbs in a square position. He shifted his weight slightly, the muscles rippling under his smooth, flame-licked pelt. The brute scanned the terrain for the first time. It was dotted with the accasional tree, the foliage was lush and green. The emeralds that wove to and fro were long, lushius, stalks. The land was beautiful, like the fae dubbed Anstice, but with a certain charm about it. The shoots of grass blew with the wind, bowing in submission, but the trees were prouder, standing tall and regal, not giving in to the wind. This place had let so many down... But also blessed so many.

[anstice]

A soft breeze tugged at tresses of pearl, the strong voice of a lord, at her heart. It soared as he spoke of his alliance with those of neutrality, of his name; Chance of Time. A small wordplay waited 'pon the end of her tongue, waiting to be spoken. Unable to hold it back, Anstice laughed softly, bright lavender pools dancing. A light sound, that laugh. Beautiful and innocent, like the giggle of a child, like the tinkling of small bells on Christmas Eve. A blessed sound.

"Then I suppose it is chance of time that we should meet here."

A smile tugged at her maw as she sent him a look of half-playfulness, half-teasing. She could not resist herself, though she knew it was out of her place as an unclaimed mare to speak to a Lord of the Lands on such light terms. But, she was not one to hold back her thoughts should she have something she deemed worth being spoken.

The ivory fae's eyes followed movement on the distant hillside; a large, bulky movement that sent torrents of loose soil and rock tumbling down the slope. Anstice's small auds pricked, but her stance was relaxed. She watched, entranced, as a mother grizzly bear and her cub sauntered across the broad run. The cubs whirled around their mother and tumbled, one on top of the other, until they promptly hit a fir tree.

She giggled softly at their antics, arcing her nape'til it just nearly touched her narrow cage, as a lady might put a hand politely to her mouth when laughing. Harks flicked as she remembered that, for the first time in... a very long time, she was not on her own. The fae offered a small, sheepish smile to the great brujo, side-stepping gracefully to avoid trodding on a dormouse darting by.

[Chance]

Chance of time's auds caught the silvery, soft, sound of the fae's laugh, and the words she had spoken like a poem. Her laugh was beautiful, a tinkling, innocent melody.

"That I suppose it is, m'lady."

replied Chance, tones strong but with a soft side to them. His coal-tipped towers flicked, and twin orbs once more explored the femme's frame, right up to the foot-long, twisted horn that came from her dial. He allowed a deep, amused nicker vibrate from his diaphagrm, tossing his dial to mommentarily stem the wind's clutches on his inky locks. Muscles rippled under his smooth, russet pelt, as the great orbs sent it's warming rays to play on his back, making the illusion of dapples on his coat, at the momentary silence of the wind.

A laugh escaped his parted labrums, and he allowed it to reach Anstice's pearly auds. The sound vibrated around the terra, happy and contented. His acoustics flicked playfully, and a smile tugged at his mug, lighting the features 'pon his facade.

Thorns pricked at the sound of crackling twigs and he, too, watched as the grizzly cubs, following their mother, waddled out of their den. A second laugh escaped him, right as the cubs toppled into a tree, and stood dumbstuck.

Chance arched his nape, mane laying flat 'pon it for once.

"I dare as wether ypu have come here to be claimed, Anstice?", asked the brute, tones softening.

He lifted a foredaggar to paw the ground, wondering if she would become his queen if he asked her.. Would she? He scraped the loam from under tender blades of grass, and the emeralds swayed in protest as their jade coloring was concealed with damp, moist soil. He touched his map to his diaphagrm, and this was not meant in the way that Anstice had done it.. The way a brute does thing and a fae does are quite different, quite different indeed.

His ebonite whipcord kissed at his flanks and hocks, though it was a playful action, not an agitated one as tame horses might do.

Chance sent a glance up to the blue yonder, where clouds, like white, puffy cotten balls, were accumulating.

Please let her want to be claimed... Please let her want to be claimed.... Please.. Please.. thoughts of the wonderfull fae raced through his crowded think tank. Would she be his queen? The queen of neutrals?"

[anstice]

This time, all I want is you
there is no one else
who can take your place
I've seen enough, and it's never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you

Like the whispering breeze through the soft prairie grasses, like the sound of the winds rustling large deciduous branches miles away, Anstice drew in a breath. The crystalline fae was dumbstruck, and yet, so very overjoyed. The femme's features became alit as the morning star, warming her from the inside out until her very being was tingling with the sensation. Such an overwhelming feeling of hope, joy, and... dare she say it? A small blossom of love flowering within her. This stallion... he may just want her as his own...? She hardly daren't to hope.

The ivory fae's lanterns were sparkling as they rose to meet his, always sparkling. Never dull with this unicorna; God forbid they ever lose their shimmer, that playful, innocent glint to them. She was a light shining through the darkness, guiding others on their way, caring for every living thing, healing wounds that would have forever lain bleeding had she not come about. She was a blessed being, with a message or kind word for all.

And he... This brilliant stag of copper and ebony... He incredible. Incredible to the fae, he took her breath away. Would he be the one to lead her from the shadows and into the light, to offer so much more than she deserved...? Anstice took a graceful step forth, closing the empty air between them to barely a fawns-length. Her trust was unwavering as she peered up at the elegant dial, a smile painting itself 'pon her delicate features. A brilliant smile, one that could light the darkest of nights, one that could send even the darkest of hearts to their knees.

"For no other reason, m'lord Chance. No other reason other than lonliness..."

She trailed off, her voice growing soft. Violet optics took on a slightly melancholy edge to them, though she made no move to suppress those treacherous memories. Her delicate bodice gave a slight, barely noticeable wince.

Don't give up on me yet
don't forget who I am
I know I'm not there yet
but don't let
me stay here alone...

But no... She would not give in to these thoughts. Past was past... It mattered not, for this was present. And she was with one she had known for not even a sun, and yet felt as if she had known for an eternity and a half. The pearl femme offered him a smile, toughening her stature and raising her elegant cranium. She was a unicorna, of the Da'Kinna clan, the beautiful and graceful. She would not submit to the treacherous memories, not worry Chance with such worthless thoughts. She would be strong... For him. Because He was worth it.

Take me away
I've got nothing left to say
just take me away...

[Chance]

The brute tucked in his sculpted dial towards his diaphagram, and a low, deep rumble vibrated from him, a short, contented nicker. His orbs met Anstice's, his dancing happily. For a moment he looked into her spheres, deep as pools, innocent as the young child, joyful as a girl at christmas time, beautiful as.... herself.. In truth, she was the most beautiful thing the brujo could find in any memory. A daggar was lifted to paw gently at the sod, punishing it, but his mind was not 'pon the doings of his steely blades... It was stuck, snagged, on the beautiful unicorna before him.

Ask her now.. Now is the time.. Now.. Ask her now...

He quickly made up his mind, though a little swirl of uncertainty mingled with his decisive thoughts... Could he stand it if she didn't love him? If she said no?

Anstice, beautiful femora, will you be mine, to rule beside me the neutrals of Mystical Vibes?

his vocals started deep and confident, but an edge of his tone was soft when he reached the end of the proposal. There. He had said it. If she excepted, was now up to her. One thing he could not stand, though, would be if she excepted and knew that she didn't love him. That would be horrible. He could not live with the fact that she didn't love him.. But did she?

For a warm feeling had enveloped him, starting at his diaphagram and spreading through out his muscular form, rushing forth the like the waves of the oshean, reaching even to his flints. The emotion he was feeling, he was sure was, was love. A see seemed to have been planted within him, and was growing into a beautiful flower with every moment he was near Anstice.

Chance of Time's acoustics twisted and flicked, straining to hear her reply. But did he want to?


(this is really short and horrible, but I didin't have long..)

[anstice]

((no way, it rocks as usual. ))

There goes my breath. He snatched it right from my lungs, this brute who is causing such stirrings inside my heart... What's a fae to do, when her words die in her throat, when the ability to acknowledge deserts her? I had no clue... There was this numbness that followed his question. It was no light-hearted matter; this was a decision that would stay with me for the rest of my life... Not that it was a tough one, mind you. Of course I loved him, wished to be by his side for eternity as Mistress of the Neutrals. Now, if only my ability to voice such heartfelt agreements would return, I could tell this kind, charming monarch of how much he means to me already. d**n voice, who needs it, anyway?

And you always find a way to keep me right here waiting
You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting
And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting
Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting

The prairie grass russeled in the gentle, caressing winds. Underfoot, a hare foraged for her supper, taking a cautious nibble at a clover leaf. A fat bumble bee buzzed by lazily, so full up with nectar that he hovered just above the cooling soil. All life continued, but for one crystalline femme.

Time came to a standstill. Her thoughts, feelings, emotions all jumbled together as if thrown aimlessly into a blender and mixed 'till they turned to mush. She found herself unable to function properly. Her mind screamed at her to reply, to thank him calmly as if it happened every sun of her life, but her voice and bodice had other ideas.

Anstice was on the verge of crying out with joy, prancing around like a lovestruck yearling, tossing her flints to heaven above. A smile, brighter than the august solar, touched the fae's petite facade. Swiftly, before even she knew exactly what was going through her tumbling thoughts, the unicorna closed the distance between them and softly, tenderly, touched her dial to his great, muscled nape.

I don't want to relive all the mistakes I've made along the way
But I always find a way to keep you right here waiting
I always find the words to say to keep you right here waiting

The graceful fae allowed her lids to flutter shut, her entire form to slip into a dreamlike state. His scent was intoxicating; she felt herself let out a shudder, felt herself sigh, to fall even deeper into this world of nothing but pure bliss. This was her forever, her future, right here, right now. And suddenly, she knew she would never be alone.

"Nothing would make me happier..."

Anstice's melody was soft, pure, innocent, but it held a forcefulness, strength, illustrating how much she wanted this. Her kissers whispered above his skin, just a hair's breadth away. A gust swept up, brushing her opalescent tresses away from her delicate facials, revealing all the joy of one million losses, and one million and one triumphs. Nothing, no one could ever take this feeling away.

I've made a commitment
I'm willing to bleed for you
I needed fulfillment
I found what I need in you

But you always find a way
To keep me right here waiting

[Chance]

Emotions welled up inside him, taking there place as multiculored threads.. The threads were tangled, knotted and he could not undo them for a minute. What if she said no? What if she said no? What if she said no? What if.........? Did he really want to know the answer? The threads began to weave themselves together again, tangled emotions, so tightly knotted he could not undo them. But then a blessed, tinkling, silvery voice drifted into his auds. He knew that voice. It was the voice he wished to hear for the rest of his life, the voice he yearned to hear saying that she would be his, and his always, and they could always be together. Always.. Forever.. Eternity.....

Just then, he managed to decode what the wonderful voice was saying through his misted, foggy brain.. And the words it spoke parilized him for a second. Just a fraction of a second. And then his whole world came into focus. He could hear a bee buzzing lazily, just drifting contentedly over the loam. He could hear the grizzly cubs arguing. But best of all, he could hear Anstice's voice, like the soft tinkling of sleybells, repeating in his dial.

Nothing would make me happier.. Nothing would make me happier..

the words beat a pattern, a rhythme, a pulse in his brain. And he could see Anstice's pearly coat gleaming, and could feel the touch of her maw against his crest. It sent a tingle down his spine, but a good tingle. A good shiver. A good feeling.

He breathed in Anstice's sweat scent, knowing that this was a moment he would savour forever.. Words failed him, he simply could not part them from his tongue. But he didn't need them.

Chance of time nuzzled Anstice's ivory covering lovingly, nipping gently, playfully, at a snowy tassle of main that had gone astray. She will be my queen, my life, my love, my mate, my everything.

[anstice]

How could a single, trivial moment seem to last a lifetime? How could he do these things to her, make her feel as if she were soaring 'pon thin air? And how could it be that a piece of her fell into place the moment he uttered his first words to her? 'Twould remain unknown, one of life great mysteries. And so, Anstice did not want to know. Let her enjoy this moment of peace, joy, let her keep it for herself, cherish it in its timeless existance.

Somewhere in her conciousness, the snowbright fae felt her King nip at an unruly strand of silk. She returned the favor, all playfullness and innocence as she nibbled at the ebon tassles. Mischievously, her long banner flicked upward at his jaw; she gave a slight giggle, shifting on forths. She slowly slipped out of that coma she had just been living, reality steadily came to.

Reluctantly, and with a small sigh of regret, she lifted her dial from his copper boa and peered into the endless pools that were his eyes. For a moment, she felt herself grappling for words once again, this time simply because she was in a daze-like state.

"Then... shall we be off?"

Anstice inquired, elegant boa arcing to peer o'er the mountain range just past the horizon, where the sun had long since made its decent.

((Terribly sorry for the shortness and lack of good...ness. Yeah. ^^'))

[Chance]

(no, it's great.. and Yvonnet says you have to choose anstice being the neutral queen or envy being the dark lord.. You can't play two royals.. )

[anstice]

((Muah... =( Ah well, I suppose Envy can deal with being a lower-class... 'Cause I like playing Anstice more than him.. ^^))

[Chance]

ooc: yahoo! Chancey can be with Anstice!


Time seemed to freeze, stay still, almost cease to exist. How could one moment, second, minute, hour, day, month, year last so long? How long had it been, anyway? He had lost track. Yet it went on. Though time may freeze for them, life was normal for the fat bumble bee lazily drifting inches from a flower, normal for the grizzly cubs that romped happily, normal for the birds that sang.... But for them, Anstice and Chance, this moment lasted a lifetime.. Was the decision that would change their lifetime. Would last a lifetime. Would make their lifetimes a hundred times more worth it. Love.

Chance arched his muscular nape further, flame licked pelt played with dappled sunlight that danced 'pon his frame. A small wind blew towards them, lifting his ebon locks, catching them, throwing them around. Audits flicked. And life sped fast forewards again. He was walking on a cloud, without a care in the world in his mind. But that was in his mind. His feelings. His emotions. But in reality, was the brute not standing by Anstice, them playfully nipping at eachother's opposite hued tassles? Yes, they were. And he was content, happy, whole, and in love. Deep in what many would call love.

"Yes, we shall go. My terra is between the dark's and the light's domains."

his vocals were strong, masculine, but they had a definate soft tone to them now. He was speaking to the love of his life, and those tones he spoke belonged only to her, were for her, innocent as a small child, beautiful as the prittiest flower, gracefull as a swan, playful as a happy child, with the voice like tinkling slaybells. And that voice would only ever be hers.

Chance of time's orbs glanced up to the blue yonder, that was now not all blue anymore. Brilliant, soft pink streaked the heavens, mingled with indigo and other colors. A light rain had fallen earlier, Chance knew, but that did not fully explain the bands of color that stretched in a great ark across the sky. It was what humans might call a rainbow. A miracle.

"Look.."

whispered Chance to his beloved unicorna, jerking his dial to the sky. It was amazing. Anstice was amazing. Had he finally found something that he could compare her to in beauty that she did not beat by a hundred, thousand miles? Though the rainbow was beautiful, Anstice was much better, especially to him. She was more beautiful than anything he had yet seen in his life. And he now felt that he could not live without her.

Chance tossed his charcoal hinted pate playfully, thin tresses flying about, borne 'pon the gentle, teasing, blowing wind. Daggars were heightened but his bay bod stayed in the same place. Muscles rippled under his smooth, silky pelt. Knees were lifted high and slow, haunches lowered, hocks alastic and springy in their easy motion. He pranced playfully in place, half showing off, half inviting Anstice to do the same. Soon they would leave for his own land. Soon she would be his official queen, lady, love. He would be chained to her forever. And that would not be bad. At least for him.

Then he turned, second beating slowly for his own lands, slow enough to allow Anstice to see the rainbow. He hoped she was following.

Done