oh i believe....(Fathom)

[$*CrazyHick*$]

Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
And it’s like you haven’t been gone a moment from my side,
Like the tears were never cried,
Like the hands of time were pulling you and me.

And with all my heart I’m sure we’re closer than we ever were,
I don’t have to hear or see I’ve got all the proof I need.
There are more than angels watching over me

I believe
Oh I believe

Now when you die and life goes on, I
t doesn’t end here
When you’re gone every soul has found a flight
It never ends if I’m right.

Our love can even reach across eternity.

Banshee

Daggers dug into the earth as she carried her weight of a new title lighting up her features. Her black bodice glowed in the sun lighted area as she let her body be carried by powerful unmarked pistons. She was purebred and of the descendent of Irish heritage and to carry on the blood of her ancestors before her. The blood of an Irish draught horse and even now she was happy and like a love struck filly which she pretty much but she was a mare not a filly. She looked upon her and Fatoms land it was beautiful. Even the marred part of the land where life didnt exist it was still beautiful and it encouraged her. Her sides heaved with excitment and breathlessness. She nickered to her love who was behind her and had lead the way until he had told her the land was just a little way up ahead. The small streams were clear and she lowered her dark head to let her lips open to the cool water to quench thirst she couldnt have done back at the charmed shoreline cause of the salty water it would have messed up her kidneys but this water wouldnt it was fresh and not tainted by salt. She lifted her head slightly and went to the half dead half alive tree and circled it curiously it was interesting and part of the tree was part of this lands history adding more to her liking. She pranced back to her love nickering to him softly her harks twitching and her nostril flaring with each breath breathing in the different scent in the land from trees to flowers to little animals she smelled it all. She was home and she was happy at a long last.

I believe
Oh I believe

Forever you’re a part of me,
Forever in the heart of me,
I will hold you even longer if I can.
Oh the people, who don’t see the most,
See that I believe in ghosts.
If that makes me crazy then I am

Cuz I believe
Oh I believe

There are more than angels watching over me.

I believe
Oh I believe

Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin,
I feel you come back again
And I believe.

[<3Kodi]

Long legs carried the lead stag with defined grace as he flowed like water through his territory. The wind tugged at his tresses, pulling the flaxen strands away from his neck, his banner whipping out behind him. His motion was smooth and graceful, his ebony form moving after the dark form of his mate, Banshee whom was some ways ahead. Fantom had let her take the lead some way back, seeing how the half-dead downs seemed to fascinate her. Fantom let a small affectionate smile appear on his dark maw as he watched his mate. He let her explore and marvel but kept a careful eye on her.

Reaching the brook, Fantom let out a soft nicker and nuzzled Banshee's neck before lowering his elegant head to drink. Raising his head the sixteen hand stag looked around. The rainstorms that had passed the shore the night before had reached his lands sometime during the night. All around them the grass was wet and he noticed the brook was running fuller then it had before. Surveying the land, Fantom searched with his eyes to find any other equines that may be the remains of Mozart and Twilight Darkness's rule. So far he had found none but that didn't mean a lot. If the horses were peaceable then they would be more then welcome to remain, as Mozart had been but those that wished to leave he would let them leave. True it would probably be giving Mozart soldiers in her vendetta to kill him but Fantom wasn't worried about her quite yet.

Harks perked as Banshee called for him. Looking around, Fantom found her upon the hill where the tree grew. Turning away from the brook, Fantom cantered toward the lonely slope to join his mate. Gazing out over the meadows and small pockets of woodland, Fantom still found no others but contented himself with his mate's presence. Standing beside the ailing tree, Fantom turned his warm garnet eyes upon Banshee. She looked content and happy, more then Fantom could have asked for. Reaching forward the stallion rested his muzzle against her neck, a sign of affection and content.

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She stood on the hill her dark eyes examining the terra she and Fathom would rein over. She had moved away from him surveying the land and its distinct feature making the land feel older. She smiled and nickered to him watching as he came over to her a smile alight on his features making her smile letting his head to come rest on her neck. His touch was still electric and it made her happy to know he was the only one capable of doing such things. She turned her head to run her dial across his back nickering to him and then finally lipping his harks delicatly. She was beyond happy she was so excited and exuberant and didnt know what to do with all her excitement. She spoke to him and only him her words meant for only him "tis beautiful love and I love it" she said softly a content sigh escaping her own lips as she picked her head back up to look over the land and let her nostrils flare and her tail swish out behind her like the giant fly swatter it was. Banshee looked to him lipping his flaxen mane softly and affectionatly nothing could compare to what she was feeling so loved and yet so happy. She just wanted to let loose and run about anf frolic like a little filly but she was way to old to be doing that or should she say mature.

[<3Kodi]

Fantom tossed his head lightly, deep contentment settling over the ebony stallion. Even if the terra was empty and it was just them he was sure it wouldn't remain that way for long. Barely two days he had been in the terra and it seemed to be healing after Mozart's departure though it was probably just in Fantom's mind. He knew the land better after having done a few laps around it, searching for any lingering herdmates Mozart and Twilight Darkness may have gathered. Perhaps they had followed Mozart away or had simply gone off when they discovered a new lead stallion? Fantom didn't know but he pondered the question in his mind as he gazed out at the open terra of rolling slopes, mountains and forests in the distance cutting off their quiet meadows from the dangers of life outside the terra.

Turning to look over at his Irish-born queen the king flicked his flaxen tail, pleased with her words. She sounded like a mother priding over her foals as she spoke of the terra, like she was truly home and nothing made Fantom happier then her happiness. He was glad she loved the land, there was no need for her to hate the place she would rule.

Turning his head, the stag nipped lightly at her ebony mane, flicking his tail so it brushed her hip. The stag could sense a slight change in Banshee since he had brought her to the terra, like a filly blooming into being a mare. She held her head higher and there was a gleam in her eyes he couldn't identify. A breeze rippled over the plains making the grass bow. Looking up, Fantom saw the sparse leaves in the tree rattling and swaying on their thin branches. The stag smiled as he looked back at his beloved mate. "The land is welcoming its queen" he said softly, the grass around his hooves bowed with the wind, a hawk screeching as it wheeled overhead.

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Banshee seemed to take into effect that her and Fatoms land were calling to her. She seemed free and happy and she shuddered against his touch. She carefully walked away from him tossing her head in a flirtive gesture. She nickered to him oh so softly sending him a wink. She lifted up her tail and began prancing around like a little filly. Her hooves sounding in sync has they had the one two three rhythm going on. She smiled back at him and nickered wanting him to dance with her. The wind blew her tassles freely the precious tendril feeling like soft hands upon her lush pleasant facade. Her smile was oh so seductive like she was challenging him with her looks at being a flirt. She was trying her hand at something new she wasnt much of a flirt it probably looked really odd to Fatom or perhaps he wasnt even looking at her. She nickered to him and slowed her prance to something even slower and jogging letting her muscles rippled beneath her peltage she eyes him curiously and daring him.

[<3Kodi]

With mild interest the dark stallion watched as his queen pranced away from him, limbs moving as nimbly as a doe's. He flicked his tail and swerved his harks, hearing her flirting calls. He took a step forward, garnet gaze fixed upon the flirting vixen. Fantom was only a stallion and Banshee was his queen, the feelings coiling in his belly were only natural, her invitations tempting. Still the tall stag maintained his dignity as he moved to dance with his queen. His strides were long and flowing, making him float toward the ebony enchantress. Breezes brushed his soft flaxen mane from his neck as he began to circle his mate. Arching his neck, Fantom circled with Banshee, the smooth signature gait of his kind adding to his elegant appeal.

Mares that had born foals before were different then mares that had not, their scent and manner slightly different to those that observed close enough. In Banshee's shy prancing, beckoning nickers and flaunting it was known to him she had never tempted a stallion. It gave Fantom a sense of satisfaction that his mate was his, untouched by other stallions under the order of humans or simply under dark desires.

Circling closer to the mare, Fantom let his tail brush her as he circled, his muzzle inches from hers until he came to stand with his head just behind Banshee's withers. He brushed his muzzle against her neck, nipping at her night-colored mane. His garnet gaze sought hers and his expression said it all. He wanted to know she was sure of what she was asking, if in fact she knew. Tempting a stallion was one thing but following through was another and if she decided to back down, Fantom would easily let her go. He didn't want to rush her, didn't want to scare her. He searched her gaze, looking for rejection or acceptance.

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She stopped short as he seemed to not follow her then in matter of seconds he came to her in his own little dance. Which she smiled indeed she was a untainted mare no stallion had dare touch her for she hadnt allowed it which really did piss her owners off and some stallions who were just way to excited. She smirked at him and nodded to him reassuring him she was sure she wanted to give him a heir whether or colt or filly she was sure he would prefer the colt as it would lead the land in the future but the filly could but only for a s hort period of time so she would prefer colt but if she had a filly she would love it the same and cherish her given gift.

((sorry its shorter than my average 200))

[<3Kodi]

Reassured by his beloved queen the Rocky Mountain stallion wheeled away from his mare and led her toward a patch of trees where they would have privacy. He didn't want her to feel like everyone was watching something so intimate and personally he was a bit shy so it only made sense to find a place where they could be undisturbed. He walked with his mare, guiding and leading, brushing his muzzle against her shoulder or her neck, content to go at her pace. Reaching the edge of the field the stallion led the way into the thicket of trees, protected and private.

He knew what the herd needed was a colt to lead the herd when he died but Fantom would be content with whatever would be granted to him by his mate. So long as both mother and foal came out of the pregnancy healthy and well, he would be content with an heir or heiress. Fantom was no stranger to the dangers mares could come to while pregnant, easy prey but also liable to be caught by sickness or simply the difficulties of birthing and sustaining a foal. Fantom promised himself he would protect Banshee because her pregnancy would be just as much his fault as hers and he wouldn't want anything to happen to his queen.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Fantom did something he seldom did and gave more of his control to instinct then his intelligent mind.

-fas far as i'm concerned i think we can cut it off after your post-