Things Need Restored

[Yvonnet]

A sturdy heart it worth it, but quivering over do it. Living in a universe is hard, You dont always have to understand, Anything can happen when you take chnaces, but make sure to think of all the posibilities. Open your eyes it time to realize we are in a galaxy of magic. The world is bright with tricks by your side, but always begins with something new. Its hard to believe but let it flow.

A Vermillion carcass waved through thick cloging amounts of foliage. The azure was covred unable to be seen through the shadowing figrues branches. Traces his steps from the past he came and looked over the sanctuary were he was bestowed elemental powers. He let a smile arsie and let it take over his trembling Velvetine. With the help of Jenga and Tala his guardian wolves maybe they could restore the document of mystical vibes. He wished pon many stars but he begain to think he confused he feelings wit the truth. the ways were changed. His heart empty.

His whine pools let a fluid of swarthy liquid escape. Flinging his citadel wild blue yonder the river evaporated in the wind. Leaving his windows clear but soon more was to come if the powers of elments were not restored to the lands. His brother and sisters were dying off there was a disconnection between him and the mortals. They once believed in him jow he let them down. Being all he was seemed to hold him back.

With swosh of his ginger leathers he departed into the azure and flew into a open province. Emerald strings swayed around him landing quitly he folded his flappers in plastering them to his immortal bodice. He gazed moung the lands but no one was here. the jades under his obsidens were plowed over pasting his diamonds concrete mark into the hearth.

" Tala, Jenga please arise and court me help your felow immortal out.Its time to bring peace between us."

He watched like a hawk in the distance for a she-wolf and damed one to appear from the horizon. It was hopeless like he said he had let everyone down. He was the last air elemental horse on these lands. He felt so alone and unwanted but being a lord would mean having to suffer consiquences. Tala has been a long time friend of his the had a long going relationship. Her canvwas was that of tulcum with a acid touch to it. she was toxic, deadly, but she had always helped him out. The weird thing was she was a watred gidted she-wolf. Jenga on the other hand was a feirce lupid, he was brave ready to guard his beloved Tala and his partner, Yvonnet when needed. Jenga balanced his love afair with Tala out by being the fire elemental wolf on Mystical Vibes. He awaited for them would they come and show themselves or was Yvonnet on his own for good?

[Jenga]

<sub>Peace indeed. The flame whisked czar had offered a dull grin toward Yvonnet. Why had the elements been separated? Who was this tala that his dear friend had spoken of? Tala? Surely, the brute would meet the 'cess in time. Lucid ligaments fanned slightly, announcing his presence, as a guardian of the mystic geo; emerald tapestries enveloping his sanded, mephitic lanterns.Enough was enough. it was time to settle the long separation of guardian to royal. it was time to be owned once again, by Yvonnet. Nor the tranquil fae the lord had lain occuli upon; Farah, only Yvonnet. His true, and lifetime acquaintance. Yvonnet. It has been so long. Many years. Decades. Centuries. Even my immortal soul could not bare to be unguided. I have tried, m'lord. Forgive me. But, at long last, the guardian you were promised to has discovered you, here. Where has the time gone? Where be your harem, your vixen, the terra around? The lupine felt awkward asking such questions to Yvonnet; yet, it was the only way to discover the true meaning of why separation was evident. a lord was supposed to remain by the side of his guardian. the guardian, was supposed to remain by his lord. However; their plan had fallen, as had the empire of the pegasi. The unicorn. The common equine. The lost element of earth, destruction was the only objective left to come. Forever forgotten, forever renewed, it was pointless to be a winged, elemental creature, and be misled. Mahogany steps were taken upon padded flats, commonly, with each talon that groped the crusted gaia, did come the mastered sparks.

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we're reunited, and that is all to come,
the darkness only shrouds me of my sadness,
my anger,
my pain,
but more or less, it conquers what i cannot,
the shame of letting down my fellows,
how dearly they have come,
had i been there, in silence,
as welcome as cancer,
but he told me that his door was always open.</sub>

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_{A slight nod was given toward yvonnet, there was only more to come, the elements would reunite, the land of the mystics, returned, and remembered. there was only so much the czar could remember of their childhood. yes, of course, the day they met, but, the guardian had only been of a small age at that time, and the only sector of his kind, other than his paternal, and maternal. eventually, though, they had been squeezed dry of their abilities, lost in an abyss of normality. then. he had come. Regroza. the time had only replayed in the winged one's dreams over, and over, again, and again, the facade of the rough looking hybrid, cursing under his breath, murdering, and gashing everything in his sight. 'miniscule flight appendai bounced in the gust of welkin, the babes' well-rounded chassis' still not fully developed, nor were their small 'wings', as some called them. one, the royal, with flights of one day to be, shimmering flaxen, the other, pure lucid, and vanquish. one was of another specie, the other, a lupine. they were promised to guide over one another from birth, mainly, when the handsome stud became a large facility of tempting looks, and fine, smooth wording; his name was only of: yvonnet. the other, the small flamekissed brute: Jenga. in time, the duo would only stand by one another's side, and help salvage what was to be immediately wiped from the musked, and shaded woodlands. regozra, then came. slicing through the fielded terraces, the loams, partaking of the algae coated waters, and sucking the crisom of equine crisom, the babes had soon become targeted, endangered, along with anything, or anyone else within the large brute's pathway. regroza was not well kept, his sheened, onyx appearance was only half the threat. he lived not as an equine, a lupine, or a humanoid, but, a shapeshifter. to get pleasure from the female lupids, a shapeshifting motion would occur. vise versa for the equine. the shape-shifting creaton had murdered several, forcing the petite guardians to flee with what they had. long battles had been fought, gruesome moments had occured; but nothing had slowed down the mystics, nor regroza..}

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[Yvonnet]

How incomplete he left these souls, scavengers for answers. Going to poke and pry the meaning of life out of him they would. Stand back but do not fear me i am your lord and you are my guardian. Foolish mutt do not ponder why we deserted each other, should it not be clear, right in front of your dying, rotting glowers? We seem to have a afterlife affair, and we have been separated held away from each other. Shut your trap and listen to your ruler do not tape me to your hand or grasp me within your plans. Being over controlled for everlasting days is a wonder of its own, let me give these words of departchment to you and maybe your interrogations will be thumbled. Where shall we start snitching you off.... oh no we should start sympathetic and get to the mainstream of the disputes. His hanna ligaments bent and screamed out with a snapping babble, then forcefully stood there stiff, petrified. A refined drapery of melanoid treads dangled o'er his spectacles, peeking a lamp at his old basset associate, Jenga. He simpred at his pooch. Towers rocked to and fro from the back to front view listening if Tala was on the go prowling her putrid way pon the stretches of the mysterious lands this roommates stood awaiting to argue o'er what was happening mong the realms. He intercepted his way so he’s smack dap by his sidekick Jengas side. He towered over this lupid. The equines flight givers were stitched back to his chassi forming a over layer making his bod look masculine then most equines did.

My classmate you ask so many question does one of my imperior speel have to answer them all so quickly just to please you? i dare not do as my subjects ask but you are an exception, my childhood intimate and we still linger upon the same lands together. i shall be put tow rok one bit a time answering your sumoned questions completly untill you have been staified with what you have been worked up over. i shall first start out with a explanation on who Tala is sense you have seemed not to have heard of who she this hored damsil is.

He thought of vivid but correct images of this b.itch named Tala. She was smoke washed a wicked adversary to the black hole, it was her lives thread, grasper. etching and scraching punctured whole into alls hearts, she dispised all motional beings that whimpred tears over so small of things. talons reached over inches the injected toxic into the earths life holder. The lands was surrouded in her toucher room, would Jenga be able to withstand her when the time came for their courting, being in the same room, screaming murder being held down till no breath escaped the lungs of living. grasp for your air she will whip you with no fear. This was true for, Yvonnet, had also known her from his childhood play times. she was a unrliable competator always forlicking you into a nightmare of belife. Why do you ask im still a quilt sowed together by her hapinings? she is my viability, minority of all the things i have known.

Have i said enough, bout this dybbuk to my home town friend, Jenga? I think the rest of her is for you to suffer and wonder over your self.

He cackled leaving a pericing noise to alls throns. blood trickled from his triangles hearing the noise he recruted from his own deep within functions. What was the next inquiry this long vanished friend, guardian needed answerd? Oh yes, it was of why they had ben streached held back from one another for so many dragging out years. how would a tycoon of his blessed heart answering the meaning of being hidden from ones windows for so long. Not even a vision came into his head of when the last meet. Oh he longed for this day it had come he left Jenga clueless of his return, when, where, who, and how? where this the main sections of his minds thinkings?

I will not answer you last question of how i vaished and for what reson maybe it will spark in your mind once we tangle in the dark in this forbidden, barren srine together.

Dance in the moon light,
Shimmer in the sunlight,
Sparkle in my dreams,
Awake me from my fears,
Leave not my dear,
Because i know nothing but tears...

Swimming through the evident smog, plowing the radiant fog. what else was knew the earth element had desirted them, it was failing to blossom. The dew stained leaves were now rusted and creaky suffacated by the waterless veins it depended on. The trees wildred into silvery farnish letting old sap wease from it caverns and retreat hoping for its way of life. The courtyards jades lent over, the old days water rushing off it slippery surface and splashing thn being slurpped down by the gasping for fresh water soil. This land was turning into a graveyard, it life departing from it magical cover. The only place he knew sense he was a yearling had been given into the darkness, fallowed and put to labor by the wicked. He compreheanded all the words Jenga told him earlier and he relized that this was not longer a slim chance of life, but the works of Regroza. the shapeshifter was sly and trickled through anyone grasp.

M'guardian Jenga please tell me more of this mystical shapshifter you speak of. I must know if i am going to reslove this delema. Well i wont bring it together with ou the help of you and Tala..... we must flee to the elemental lands to cour more there and investigate for evidnce on if there is a sign of earths life to regain and solarize our planet with heat, cold, hrubs and aqua we hold dear. Time to find its mant secrets.

OOC: 1005 words im happy!*dances* im good woot woot!

[Jenga]

i won't ^stab you in _{the back};

^{my friend, i wish not to remenisce of regroza. he raped my mother, murdered my half-siblings; indeed he has already caused enough troubles in my longevity. however, i feel his vibe in our presence. listen to me, yvonnet. you as one are not strong enough to conquer regroza. he's like stone. like medusa. you take one look upon him, and your head will feel like jelly. indeed, i have much more to tell you, began he, before his complete tale was to be told. lids closed, and enamels clenched, wings unfurling, small sparks emerging from beneath him, bursting into several little flames; visual mention; to test his magic. regroza had harmed me long ago, yvonnet; he ripped me away from my mother, after you, and your harem had left for another sector of the vibes. small flickers shaped into not well formed, and partially demented equids, trekking across the field of flames, their tresses blending with the flame substance. suddenly, the flicker snapped to a close, and the guardian forced himself into the next slide. words weren't enough. then, he came. he was charming, and my father and stepfather were dead. do you remember when grengle murdered my true father. . . hm. best not to drift off. anyhow, regroza came to our turf. a month after you were gone. by then, you were on the far side of the area, and there was no reason why you would have the ability to hear the wails from pain, and for help. he seduced my mother. there was nothing she could do, desperate for another litter, she had already given birth to two, by my true father, and one by my substitute. by regroza, there were far, far, many more than those two combined. as the sentenced ended, the dancing tongues showed a large, muscular lupine, prancing around a meek little female, her angel wings, too large for her bodice, attempted to be tucked away, and tiny, as her warm orbs were filled with mixed emotions, a hind pad shoving her newest litter of pups behind her, and out of their way. the tinkering light flickered out once more, and jenga gave another burst to his element. next, a gruesome, unmentionable appearence came. regroza, having mounted the little fae. before long, my mother could no longer take her lonliness. she fooled with regroza, and he released his dark, putrid semen around her caves for hours on end. i can only remember watching, glaring, yelping with hunger, with my siblings, craving for her lactade. but her groaning in pleasure muffled our cries. a scene of an easily seduced female was shone, a large harem of siklas not too far behind, regozra, breeding his new bride, but his shape flickering into that of a steed, and back again to a lupid.}

we all see a time,
when _{darkness reigns};


^{Instead of flickering out, the 'slideshow' continued in the flames, and jenga continued his story. my mother gave birth almost a year later, which was strange. she was in pain often, but then, i finally realized. the creatures forming within my maternal; they were foals. horses. equids, like you. and my mother's barrel would never be enough to digest the embryo correctly. the mixture had clashed. therefore, there were five winged foals resting within my mother. a litter, of pegasi. an enlarged fememenine hobbled placid over the flames, before she collapsed to soot. the show was over, literally. jenga too, collapsed from the strength to produce the images in the flames, but he figured yvonnet would get the picture of what happened next. just what the flame mother had done. collapsed. and died. yvonnet. you're lucky he didn't come for you. he's back. for me, one could only guess. i battled him afterward, when i found my mother upon the ground, rotting. he's a shapeshifter, my friend. a strong one. powerful magic. what i had just showed you; he could honestly bring their spirits to life with the element of shadow. yvonnet; that element isn't even found anymore. the point is; that if he really is back, it'll throw off the balance of the mystical residents as it had once before. did i mention, that of my siblings, i, being the eldest, was the only to survive? it hurt, my brother, to watch them be torn, limb by limb. yelping for my mother. wailing out as they hung in the jaws of regroza, their skulls the only things that weren't devoured. silence was brought over the sapphire geode, until the lupine began again. . . . and, if he does come for me; i still haven't recovered from the brutality i witnessed. i know he will cast the vibes and lands in shadow, even the province, because his powers are far too strong for us. even with the help of chance, and i, standing my ground, and you, commanding us, there will honestly be nothing we can do. although i abide myself to the negetivity of this earth, the darkness, he will make even tala seem like a pansy, let alone many others that feel they have seen horror in their past. and more, not even the elements in compatability with each other could stop his shadow. nothing. not love. not hope; he was invincable, when i was foolish enough to challege him. to guard myself, and my family with my life. it was worthless. the flamelicked demon rose from his lounging form, and shook apex. was there hope for the vibes? it seemed as if that was nearly impossible, by the defenition of regroza. 'twas just wrong. what couldn't yvonnet do? they were ancients. regroza was not. or was he? otherwise, in the eyes of the firedancer, he was an average seducer, a snake, that his maternal was too weak to protect herself from. but did the seductive thing even have true powers? artificial ones, so it seemed. and somehow, there were connections between them that no one could completely understand in the correct sense, not even the mammoth himself. thing is: he had the same pelt. bay. hear me with this, the lupid closed. not even earth could stop it.}

oOc||Bad. 1044. But I'm hoping i can be in the next plot. >3[/center]