$*CrazyHick*$
Fatally Dependent
If you live in constant fear of death...without even having a dream... u might as well be dead!!
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Oct 11, 2008 15:12:08 GMT -5
I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away... I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
Cause im broken when im lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away
"What you said is very untrue Risk you stand by my side like a man should you treat me with the respect I need" she said a voice cracking. She turned to look at him her eyes brimming with unshed eyes. She was broken she just wanted him to take her pain away. "You take away my loneliness and replace it with happiness and a scence of peace I will say it again Risk you complete me in more than one way" she said.
She turned to face him and came to him in matter of a few steps. She nudged him with her muzzle "Risk stop beating yourself up you arent treating me like that I promise I have so much faith and trust in you that I believe we can make this work for us dont you" she asked staring him in the eyes showing her true feeling behind all that hurt she loved him truely loved him and she would follow him to the ends of the earth.
She looked at him "Risk I would do anything for you but I dont think I could live without you I want you in my life to be with me" she said. "I am strong but you are my weakness" Rana said and it was very very soft . She didnt want him to leave her she wanted him to stay "can I stay with you" she asked.
The worst is over now And we can breathe again I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away There's so much left to learn And no one left to fight I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away
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Post by Halo on Oct 12, 2008 13:03:22 GMT -5
This mare frightens him more than Sosha did back home, the one that used to chase him around and bite and kick at him when he was two. But it’s not the same kind of fear. She’s challenging him to be a better stag, in an indirect way, because he knows as he is he isn’t good enough as is. He needs to be refined, buffed up into a brilliant shine so that beside his light can come close to matching hers. Oh, he doesn’t want to shine as brightly, heaven’s no, he hates being under the spotlight of attention. Maybe that’s why she makes him so uncomfortable, she pays so much attention to him. He gulps visibly and his feet fiddle with the earth awkwardly, looking obviously intimidated and yet still brave enough to not run away from it. Yes, he would like to, not that he wouldn’t mind her chasing him down since he doesn’t really want to leave her. But it would bring a little relief to the tension building painfully in his chest. Risk wants her so bad, to call her his own forever and always. ’Can I stay with you?’ That question near puts the finale on breaking his heart and he chews on his tongue pensively, an edge of the pink muscle sticking thoughtfully out of the side of his mouth. He heaves a heavy sigh and smiles gently, leaning his head down to touch the tip of his nose to hers. “If you really think I’m that great...I guess I can push my potential,” he pauses and then adds, “for you.” He snakes his tongue out and licks her muzzle before turning. He trots several steps away, tripping over his own big feet, purposefully trying to be incompetent, and nearly lands on his face. He picks himself up and shakes before looking back towards Rana bashfully with a light shrug. Old habits die hard. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. He wants to be better for her, but still has a hard time showing he is already working on it. Bragging and showing off just aren’t two of his things to do. “You...coming...Miss Rana?” He waits there, eyes begging to feel her warmth by his side again. ~Risk Words: 376...
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$*CrazyHick*$
Fatally Dependent
If you live in constant fear of death...without even having a dream... u might as well be dead!!
Posts: 335
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Oct 12, 2008 15:30:59 GMT -5
The earth rumbled with the sounds of a distant storm it was funny when you were here and the weather changed so suddenly. She shook her head her brown ocular locking with his how much she adored him from the very depth of her being though when she was waiting for his response her breath caught her pulse increasing where she could feel it in her throat what would his answer be would he deny her like he did before because he thought himself not good enought but to her he was everything she ever wanted.
As she watched his body language she could very well tell he was uncomfortable. The way he shuffled his feet the way he downcasted his eyes the way his body just gave him away to all things he felt she knew immedialtly he felt things for her he shoudlnt and for that she was happy even if he turned her down. However what came out his mouth wasnt what she had been expecting and what he told her made her feel light as air made her want to bound and prance around like a love struck yearling. When his nose touched her she smiled feeling his whiskers tenderly going across her own making them tickling her nose making it twitch. "You are you are really great in my eyes dont let anyone else tell you differently Risk" she said softly letting her own tongue rasp out to touch his maw so sweet and innocent her horsey kiss was.
She snorted slightly tossing her head as he came to her and she nudged him and felt the warm wetness of his tongue against her body and it was nice so very very inticing. She watched him shoot foreward in an his clumsyness she couldnt help but smile and laugh a bit goodheartedly. She came foreward in a walk that soon turned into a prance the way arabians do the head held hight the tail erect. She turned on her haunches slightly. "You ok there" she asked coming back to him as he was getting back in she winked at him in a certain knowing tease. She nudged him and began off at a slow gaited trot and whinnied to him and it was soft and light hearted. She didnt want him to try to hard to impress her he had already done so. She shook her head "I'm coming Risk" she said soft heartedly.
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Post by Halo on Oct 13, 2008 15:31:33 GMT -5
He smiles roguishly and shakes the fall off with incredible ease, he’s used to it after so long of pretending, and quickly picks himself up and follows after her in a swift trot. He slows to match her pace when he reaches her, snorting and tossing his head in gesture. He wants her to see he’s not an old man, he still has the energy of any two year old and could prove it on a whim. “I’m fine!” he assures loudly in enthusiastic volume. His bounces in his gait for a moment before smoothing it up, debating between trying to show off for his lovely companion or to completely flop the whole process and trip on the first banana peel and fall on his face.
Leaning over as they continue moving together, in complete unison, he bunts his shoulder lightly, carefully, against hers and then curls his neck regally so he can be at a good angle to nip her chest in a flirty tease before darting away from her side at a diagonal. He looks back to see if she would chase him, only to nearly run into a tree. Risk looks back just in time to be able to dodge out of its way. “Whoa,” he shouts in alarm, stopping short with a bounce on his fores in an ill graceful manner.
He paws at the ground and calls to his lady in a shrill whinny, a voice that relates in an exaggerated way that he is heartbroken without her here to play. The stag hopes that it would inspire her to him. And as he waits he rears, bounding in his newly found freedom and admiring how it feels to do this without the burden of a saddle and rider, without the pull of a bit. And he gets to share the rest of his life with a maiden of incalculable beauty. How did he get so lucky? ~Risk
(OOC: He’s a complete goof. Teehee!)
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$*CrazyHick*$
Fatally Dependent
If you live in constant fear of death...without even having a dream... u might as well be dead!!
Posts: 335
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Post by $*CrazyHick*$ on Oct 14, 2008 10:40:38 GMT -5
She watched him with an interest only a lover would have but there was also wide amusement in the way she smiled at his clumsiness. She laughed softly at him bringinger body to a halt. "Uh huh" she said simply not believing him he was interesting that was for sure he kept her entertained as well. She knew one thing he was trying way to hard to impress her when he had already done that with him just being him as he was his personaility is what had her in the palm of his hand.
She was walking watchung him simply out of curiousity. Her harks shot up and she side stepped. When he nipped her she was caught off guard and all she could do was laugh until she seen him heading straight for a tree. "Risk watch out for that....tree" she said as he swerved to missed that she felt she needed to give him a w.u.i (walking under the influence). She snickered and trotted towards him letting him rub up against her sleek bodice. She nipped his tassles tugging on them so softly.
She whinnied to him softly and came foreward to him once more watching him rear in sheer enjoyment. She reared as well but it was half of a real what it was jsut play after all. She broke out in front of him her head lowering touching her slender chest. Her banner coming up waving in the gusts of wind. Then the dance of the arabian the prancing. She did a complete circle clockwise around him then she did it clockwise. She was shimmering like a falling star and her all were alll for him just him no one else she loved him. She came over to him and spoke in her cool vocals "shall we find a home" she asked brown chocolate pools watching him.
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Post by Halo on Oct 14, 2008 11:21:54 GMT -5
Lucky, so gosh darn lucky! He watches her prance circles around him, admiring the sheen of her lustrous silver coat, a metallic jewel beneath the sun, the swaying of her full mane as it caresses her neck in a way so gentle that he finds himself envious. His eyes meet the chocolate stars of hers as she comes to him with a song of lyrics for him, birthing a smile onto his lips with fondness he holds for no other. So overcome by her beauty, the desire to touch her again is too great and he presses his cheek to hers.
“Yes,” he replies simply before drawing away and opening his gaze to gawk at her with a crooked grin creasing his maw. “Let’s do that.” He can’t wait to get where they are going so he can get to know more about this lovely fae that has laid claim to his heart. The stag is sure his feelings for her will continue growing as high as his heart is soaring right now. ~Risk
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