.A Wave Of Lonliness.

[.Asile.]

.Sh' snorted, walking slowly 'long. Sh' had been alone so long, so many times her heart had shattered. Sh' could swear that she might not even have a heart anymore except the frequent ache for company, the need for love. Sh' snorted, stopping to rip the jades from the lithosphere half-heartedly. Sh' looked up, wishing sh' could find a knight walking t'wards 'er. Every time a devil came up 'e would glance at 'er before walking past 'er, swishing 'is long hock-kisser in a sort of taunt, teasing 'er, telling 'er sh' would never have love, that sh' was only second-best to all the other femmes in the land. The ones who had taken 'er had been taunted an' teased int' anothers lair, leavin' 'er lonly in an empty terra. Sh' snorted, laying down, 'er dreams filled with knights coming an' leaving an' heartbreak.

.An ivory marked seductress glided 'pon the terra, 'er shining pelt shifting positions as she transferred into a slow gallop. Easing 'erself 'long, sh' sent out a piercing cry, breaking the silence.She stalked faster, moving swiftly and effortlessly. Slowing after a while, seeing no need, she hid in the shadows, quietly cropping grass. No one would see her. Good. I guess, she thought to 'erself. Lifting 'er dial, sh' cautiously walked out, twin towers swivling at every noise. A soft snort was released, going into an un-occupied cave, laying down, and going to sleep, aware of every noise.

.Sh' awoke groggily, laying in the sunlight that warmed 'er pelt, making it shine like fresh snow. Sh' slowly got up, shaking out the settled dust. Sh' walked out, flinching slightly when the hard ground pressed 'gainst 'er hooves, the frost settling un-comfortably in 'er hooves. Sh' trotted, keeping the warmth the sun gave 'er, makin' 'er want to lay back down. Trotting briskly, she went to stand on th' hill that looked over the valley. Sh' shook once more for good measure an' broke into lope, 'er sleek bodice snaking it's way up the steep path. Galloping the rest of the way up, sh' leaped, bucking and playing 'till sh' finally made it to the top.

. She sent a call forth, waiting for a moment before sighing an' trudging back slowly, going at the slowest pace possible. Would none take the challenge of this headstrong, crazed she-devil? Sh' snorted, shaking away such thoughts. Loping once more, sh' set for the down climb, slowly picking up the pace 'till she was set for break-neck speed.

.She ran laps, slowing to rip away some emerald green blades. Munching slowly, sh' looked up lazily, casually flicking 'er ears to catch the sound of a leaf crunching or the wind blowing. Sh' shivered, suddenly realising how cold it was getting. Th' cool winter wind blew, chilling 'er to the bones. Sh' trotted to the cave, standing a few feet inside.

.Sh' awoke once more, waking probably a few hours 'fore sunset. Sh' stretched, then bit at an uncomfortable spot before walking out slowly, ears flickering for a trace of sound.

[zodiac]

Crinkle in my grasp,
Shread your heart,
Give me a peice,
Fly with me,
Lets see what we can see

The bronco plowed his way o'er the courtyards bumpy rode of hills that were strung nicely in line that held many sown on strings of ever green that rocked with graceful sways in the azure. his diamonds punched at the hearth as he procedded quitly as he prowled his way mong the lands of claimance. It would be his first ventured expedition here and he hoped it would not be his last. Treads dangled low with a transparent reflection of moon light that glowed streams on neon branches from their ends. His vermillion windows to the soul were keep away from other pools trying to keep his orbs identy inclosed were his mucky smoke complextioned canopy that hung with a simply clump of it's minority. The cluster of his ash hued tressed drapped in a staggred sence as hey were placed, glued, ot stappled into place along his swan pictured serpitine. His chains whipped vigerosuly in the calling winds that wizz its blows before his front being swept away by the gods creaion, the wind. the brezes name of buzzing noise shreaded the out screats of his throns as he heard all it comotion and complants that weased. He cross canted many miles pon the lands he felt lust for to find a xanthippie he could pamper and let her live a worthy life. not chained nor abused, but attended to and cared for wih his lov. If this may come to be he would put her priorities before that of his.

clash, burn, crumble,
dont denine it,
when you meet that signal,
you shall pester,
figet with no control,
see me in your dreams,
then we may tangle with ease

Ingressing omward with his pistons bending and streaching he thuded his obsidens on and off of the lithosphere. Cerebrum held skywerd, his dished in front view showed estatic emotions piced along his mug. Lowering his serpitine lower to the vegetation he let his caverns trake down a surpirising sent, was there finally a bashee amoung this teirra? All of a sudden he was dumbstrucken by such a presance, a angel must have been sentance down at the moment of his wishes. He was stading in the presance of a extrodianary mistress. Inhaling her aroma deeper into his nasle passages he relized soon that is was not just any drayed it was a fancinating drayed that could be profound before him. Reasing his citidle with great ease he saw her stading there with her pillers straight making her elegant bod taller. He shook his crebrum from side to side letting his treads blow rapidly in the squall. letting his banter flee from the wind into his occulis, he whisped it from his twin pools to keep all of his sight on this femmene. Long pistons carried him towards he form of the pale femme, his pace comfortable and unhurried. Deep eyes studied her as he approached, tail waving like a long banner behind him. When he was but a few strides away from her he paused, studying the grey form with keen eyes. Slowly, the stallion dipped his regal head, harks flicking fowards towards her. His whole manner was relaxed, comfortable. There was no need to rush things.

Step with me,
Trace the lands with me,
Dont be cowerdly,
We can presue anything,
as long as we give it a try

Hello m'fair lady what may bring you to these lands? just for a morn breeze across its sands or may you be looking for something of a mate to keep you safe and just not think but know you as a royal queen in his eyes?

[.Asile.]

.Sh' snorted lightly, prancing lightly on 'er flints. Sh' halted suddenly, inhaling a different aroma. Sh' shied at first, a fore 'ereing 'is deep vocals. Sh' snorted, gingerly steppin' forward, revealing 'erself shyly, 'er snowy marble pelt shining brightly in th' early morn sun. Sh' pranced a bit, blinking slowly, not able to believe 'er mind. Was 'e talking to 'er, or was this an illusion, a trick? Sh' looked hard, trying to find something to tell 'er what sh' knew what must be coming. Sh' looked 'hind 'er, seeing none.

.Are you talking to me, sire?. Sh' said quietly, 'er vocals ringing out lightly, barely audible to the world. The only ones who would her the small voice was the the one who spoke, and the one standing just feet away.

.If you are, then yes, I am looking for a steed. Are you sure you want me, sire? I am but just a mare, surely you are looking for another vixen to claim or your own?. Sh' spat the last few words, un-able to control 'erself, even though sh' was shy. Sh' snorted, eyes widening in fear for what sh' just said. Sh' bowed slightly, feeling bad.

.I'm sorry, I have had a....bad past. Sh' bowed 'er delicate pate in ashame, looking away from 'im. Sh' lowered 'er nape tensly, ripping the jades from the roots. Sh' looked up 'gain, 'er dark, black orbs swirling with the past of pain an' misery an' reject, then the present of hopefulness an' fear. Sh' chewed slowly, quietly.

.Who would I be talking to?. Sh' asked, 'er shyness seeming to melt away int' curiosity, 'er windows to 'er soul now dark an' mysterious, a spark of fire, maybe a will for life, seeming to set 'er straight.

.I am dubbed Asile, What shall I calleth you?. Sh' said, sounding intrigued. Sh' swished 'er hock kisser in wait.