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Post by alexandra persephone gryphon on Mar 31, 2013 8:40:14 GMT -8
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[style=text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: 000000]so many things i’d say if only i were able ! b u t i j u s t k e e p q u i e t a n d c o u n t t h e c a r s t h a t p a s s b y● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● •• Spring. It was finally spring once more after the cold months of winter. It always killed her to see all the plants around her die and wilt, see how few animals remained. But that time was over. Greenery was slowly peeping it’s head up once more. The breeze that brushed it’s fingers through the redhead’s hair were cool but in an unobtrusive way. Ally could feel her power growing, almost radiating off of her body in waves, as her symbol season slowly pushed winter aside. Ahhh, it feels good to be home. Alex had been in Russia for the last couple of years, attempting to do something about their dwindling Siberian Tiger and Snow Leopard populations. She couldn’t stand the cold for much longer though and had left as soon as her job there was done. Now, the redhead was in Greece, her homeland. She was dressed in a light green dress, a chiffon overlay drop back strapless dress, along with a pair of white Ralph Lauren sandals, white leather featuring a peep toe, a front strap section, a woven raffia covered platform and wedge heel and an ankle strap with a side buckle fastening. Around her neck was a Irene Neuwirth triple pear rose de France leaf pendant in rose gold. Her many years had done her kindly. Ally was considered a beauty by the vast majority. She was wealthy but not in a flashy way. Kind and mothering, but protective like a mother bear of her cubs. Not many knew who she really was, where she came from... and very few dared to ask.
•• Cooing softly to her white Arabian mare, Saskia, Ally reached out and brushed her hand over the mare’s muzzle, her voice soft and soothing as she gazed into the mare’s deep brown eyes, stroking her fingers between her eyes, down the side of her neck, back to the face, over the muzzle, all the while speaking to her with her animalepathy. Saskia was a skittish mare, made all the more nervous because of all the other horses around her that snorted and scraped their hooves at the hard-packed earth. Now that she thought back on it, bringing the mare here had not been the best idea. Alex had no intention of participating in the horse show - she was only here in case an animal became injured and needed her healing abilities - but before the horse show, the redhead had wanted to gallop her horse through the lush green fields of the Grecian hills of her homeland. She had overestimated how long she had been out there and had decided to simply ride down to the horse show rather than head home, change, drop off Saskia in her stables, and return via car. She did so hate modern transportation. The metal boxes known as cars and airplanes seemed like death traps to her... She much preferred horse-back or transforming into her unicorn form and running or flying herself.
•• Eyeing the other beasts, a small smile twisted Alexandra’s lips. There were several different breeds here, but most of them seemed to feel intimidating by one in particular; a large glossy black warlander which seemed particularly high spirited. She hoped that whoever was planning on riding that horse was experienced enough to handle him because she did not intend to help any human today. Only the animals. If a human was stupid enough to ride such a horse when he or she was not experience enough, then they would suffer the consequences. Next to the warlander was a bay mare, relatively small, appearing to be some kind of mix between an andalusian and a thoroughbred. Voices raised outside of the small stables where the horses for the show were waiting. Murmuring a soft goodbye to Saskia, the ancient goddess turned and strode silently towards the double-door entrance to stand by the white fencing of the arena, coral - or whatever it was called at horse shows. She knew animals well but cared little for what humans called things that concerned animals.
•• Alex watched from where she stood as two contestants did some show jumping, relatively unimpressed. She was starting to get bored. Turning her back on the show, Ally returned to the stables to check on Saskia. She would hear it if something happened and be back in a couple of seconds to help, but right now, she was relatively bored by the showing. The riders were adequate at best and even the horses seemed somewhat bored. Or perhaps it was just Ally reflecting her own feelings onto the horses. Regardless, she left. Saskia was still where she had left her, currently drinking from a large trough that Ally had had filled for her. Saskia nickered softly as Ally approached, lifting her head and stretching out her neck to nudge her owner with her head, nosing her for treats. The large warlander was gone, she noted, her interest piqued, but she reached into a bucket and pulled out a carrot for Saskia, giving it to the horse who nickered and crunched away at the orange vegetable. A loud exclamation of shock suddenly rang to her from the arena, causing Saskia to stop mid-chew and Alex to turn toward the sound, bright blue eyes narrowing slightly as she reached out with her clairsentience to gauge the feelings of the humans outside. Fear, shock, disgust, concern... pain... Turning swiftly, Alex ran from the stables. A large group of people blocked her view but she pushed her way through them with little concern for those around her, elbowing her way past much taller beings until she got to the front of the pack to see what all the commotion was about.
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Post by sebastian nikkos hades gryphon on Mar 31, 2013 14:58:49 GMT -8
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[/b][/i] [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #660000;] Greece. The land called to him, sang a sweet song to him. His head tipped back as he drove windows down and allowing the spring breeze to ruffle his slightly long hair around his face. Lifting a long fingered hand, he stroked his hair back from his eyes and rested an arm against the center console that he’d deemed an arm rest long ago. He rounded the corner and drove towards the stables, listening to the sounds of horses and grinning wide when he heard Romeo whinny out an answer to some horse he’d heard while locked away within the confines of the trailer. Coming to a halt next to the others out of town trailers, Sebastian opened the door and jumped down to the ground and walked around to open the doors to get his stallion out. The eighteen some odd hand brute turned a keen eye onto Sebastian. The dark, near black dappled gray stallion pranced in place, long grayed out white locks swishing absently behind him, blue ribbon on his tail displaying that he was a stallion and that all eyes should be on him when moving around. A grin curled the ancient’s lips as he moved forward, untying the horse and turning him around as they walked down, the large stallion turning lifting his head high as the moved towards the side of the trailer.
This was the only day that Sebastian would be riding and as such, he’d arrived right before his show time. Hitching his horse to the trailer, he was quick to start tacking up, sensing Romeo’s excitement and loving it all the same as he finished his work and was quick to mount up and start heading towards the arena just as his name went over the loud speakers saying he had five minutes before he was to start his go around. Romeo danced under the rather large man and when they came to their wait point, they stood, still and strong and beautiful. People passed and eyes lingered, but most of those eyes were for the man on the horse’s back. He sat tall and there was so much power coming off of him, so much strength and darkness. The shadows seemed to latch onto him and spread out in dark tendrils that could easily have consumed the arena if his temper was not kept in check, not that anyone knew that that was truly possible for him. He was power personified. He was a master of death, but his heart was kind and gentle.
Reaching forward, Sebastian stroked long fingers over the horse’s neck, cooing soft words to the stallion as he worried the bit and pranced in a dancing pattern under the firm hands of his rider. Voices whispered softly as the last rider left the arena. The voices whispered of boredom and disinterest of the other riders. It seemed no one had had a flawless ride. No one had cleared all the jumps and looked amazing doing it. A devil’s grin grew on his lips as he nudged his horse forward. Romeo trotted out, hooves dancing magically under him in a flawless movement that was bred of years and years of training and a man who knew exactly what he was doing. After all, he’d had several lifetimes to perfect his skills. His name was announced along with his horse’s and off they went, flying over jump after jump with ease and skill, taking turns like they were nothing and silence descended upon the arena as they watched, open mouthed as the two seemed to fly without wings. Sebastian was in the zone, focused on each jump as they came up.
That was about the time someone decided to do something really, really stupid. A child screamed and a ball rolled out in front of Romeo. The great stallion squealed in fear and suddenly, Sebastian was airborne and his horse was hitting the ground. He didn’t see what happened, but he assumed the horse had stepped on the ball and taken himself down. Sebastian rolled on the ground, feeling his shoulder pop out of place before popping back in and healing almost instantly. The wind was knocked out of him and he laid there, midnight blue eyes locked on the sky above him trying to draw air into his lungs. Ever other breath he would cough, unable to get his breath back right this moment. He reached up a hand to his head; glad he was wearing a helmet and would not need to explain how he didn’t have a head injury. After several more moments, he was able to draw in a deep breath and he sat up, removing his helmet and shaking his head slowly from side to side focusing his eyes on the crowd that had gathered around him and his horse.
His first thought was to look at Romeo and see that the stallion was alright, standing there with someone holding his reins tightly in their hands. He let out a sigh as he shifted his gave around and his eyes fell on a red headed woman not far from him and his throat closed up, blocking his breathing once more. Sebastian’s eyes searched her face, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Hades knew that he should, knew that staring at her so openly would be frowned upon unless he spoke and so, he shook his head from side to side, put a smile on his face and spoke the first things that came to mind as he rose from the ground, dusting his pants off. “I’m fine. If I couldn’t take a fall, I wouldn’t be riding.” He spoke in fluent easy Greek; no accent marred his voice as it would other foreigners. As people started to move away, his eyes once more fell on Alexandra. He’d know her anywhere, but she was supposed to be dead, he’d seen her die with his own two eyes and yet, here she was. However, he wasn’t sure that it could really be her. It had been much too long and she had died. He swore she had died.
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But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
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Post by alexandra persephone gryphon on Mar 31, 2013 19:16:27 GMT -8
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[style=text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: 000000]so many things i’d say if only i were able ! b u t i j u s t k e e p q u i e t a n d c o u n t t h e c a r s t h a t p a s s b y● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● •• Realizing, a bit too late perhaps, that the redhead was there to help, the last few people parted before her to allow her access to the scene. Murmurs surrounded her, voices that held no meaning at that moment as the redhead fixed her blue eyes on the only creature she cared about at that moment; a stallion, perhaps eighteen hands tall, dark in color with a long grayed out white mane and tail. He was a beautiful creature. And he was the one who had stepped onto the ball and fallen. Stepping past the man on the ground, not casting him a single glance as he heaved for air, she placed a palm on the stallion’s forehead, murmuring softly but swiftly to the creature to make sure he was alright, checking him over for any injuries. Other than some bruising and slight discomfort, the creature was fine though and the tension in her shoulders eased. Placing her palm an inch or so away from the horse’s flank, she closed her eyes and sent a tendril of silver green magic drifting from her fingers into the stallion to ease the discomfort and make any bruises he had suffered vanish. A couple of people around her made exclamations but she cast them no heed. Humans were below her notice with their silly foolish ways.
•• The man who had fallen let out a sigh and shifted, but she didn’t cast him a glance. Only after she felt his gaze fixed on her for a longer amount of time did he catch her notice. She was half turned towards him, still murmuring softly to his steed, when she turned her head the rest of the way to fix him with her blue gaze, brow arching as if to ask ‘What are you looking at?’ She opened her mouth as if to speak, prepared to give him a lecture on being more careful, that the horse was his charge and he had better take good care of him or else, that it was rude to stare, but then he got to his feet, shaking his head from side to side, put a smile on his face and spoke... All intentions of lecturing him were washed away as letters in the sand to the tide. That voice! Blue eyes stared at the man as if he was a ghost. Her lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no words came out. The world seemed to swim before her eyes, centered around this midnight blue eyes. It was her imagination. It was a trick. Closing her eyes and giving her head a slight shake, she blinked and looked at the man once more, this time with a more intent focus.
•• Whoever this man was, he was unfamiliar to her. She had never laid eyes on him. She must have imagined it. That voice from her past, the one that could command her to jump off the face of the Earth for him, could not be this man. Surely seeing the body that held the voice from her dreams would trigger those centuries that still eluded her memory. Mind set, she shoved her confusion aside. Inclining her head slightly to him to acknowledge his words, that serious glint returning to her eyes, she replied with a hint of sharpness, “Next time you might not be so lucky that your stallion was unharmed. You should take care to be more cautious in the future.” With that, the redhead turned on her heel and walked back to the stables after one last reassuring pat to the steed. She needed to get away, to return to Saskia and ride, feel the wind in her hair, the fresh air in her lungs. Yes. Fresh air. That was what she needed right now. It was only as she moved away from the steed and owner that she realized her heart was pounding a sharp tattoo in her chest.
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Post by sebastian nikkos hades gryphon on Mar 31, 2013 20:11:24 GMT -8
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[/b][/i] [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #660000;] He was more than a little offended that she showed more concern for Romeo than for him, but the stallion seemed to not care for the woman at all. His eyes were locked on his master, curious as to why the stoic man he called owner was staring at this woman with the most haunted look. The great stallion pawed the ground, snorting and tossing his head as he pulled against the hands that held him, but a soft gesture from him, Romeo stilled and stood well for the woman stroking him. Sebastian’s eyes were all for her still, though he acknowledged people with an incline of his head or a gesture of his hands, he did not want them to touch him. He ran hot, much hotter than most and unless they were as he was, they would think there was something severely wrong with them. He could see the silver green of her magic and his lips twitched into a smirk, soft and sweet and filled with a longing that had lasted since the moment he’d met the woman who had stolen the great Hades’ heart and ran away with it. He swallowed at the thought.
A spark of indignation crossed her face before it fled which as the lash of a whip and she seemed lost, confused, confounded by the ebb and flow of his words and he felt and inner delight at that. That was something Hades had always been able to do where it concerned his sweet Persephone. Now he had an idea that she really was who he thought she was, but she was so cold. What had happened to cause this? He wanted answers to all his questions, he wanted to know what had caused his sweet love to change so greatly and what had caused them to be parted for so long and remain so even now. Thus, they stared at each other midnight eyes into sapphire as it was meant to be, but she was so far away and it hurt his heart to see her gone from in such a way. Where was the beautiful, loving woman he’d once held in his arms? His brow knit together and he opened his mouth to speak once more, but shut it. What would he say? What could he say? It had been so long, how long, Sebastian didn’t even know anymore, the years all blended together anymore.
So, he stood there, staring at her as she seemed to snap at him and it wasn’t the fact that she didn’t recognize him, it wasn’t the fact that she was alive and hadn’t looked for him, it was the fact that she had accused him of mistreating his stallion, his midnight eyes shadowed over, growing darker than the night sky and the shadows seemed to shift around him, causing Romeo to rear, front legs dancing in the air for a moment before touching down and pulling away from the person who had been holding him and dancing towards Sebastian and coming to stand before the king of death. The dark stallion pawed the ground, but settled under the gently stroking hands of his master. Taking his reins in hand, Sebastian moved after the woman, eyes alight with an inner fire and yet, his eyes were still dark as could be rather than lighting up like most eyes did. He stormed after her, Romeo trotting to keep up with his quick beated steps. He could feel that age old fury building in his chest. It took all his will power to keep himself in check as he came behind her.
“Stop.” His voice rang with authority and once more, not a hint of accent in his Greek. “I don’t take well to being accused of not taking care of my stallion. I may be a breeder and rider and all that, but I’ve lived long enough to know that even if I can’t have them by my side forever, they are precious to me none the less. Like you once were, like you still are.” He hadn’t expected that last part to come out as he kept pace behind her. Even though surprise glittered in his eyes for a moment, it was quickly shut out as he followed the flame top in front of him, knowing that he could easily over take her with a well placed step, but having learned long ago, when she’d been new and he’d been whole and wild. Now, now they were both old and he was broken and lost, but she didn’t need to know that. She obviously seemed as though she had not a clue to who he was and that broke him more, but she would never know that, for he would never tell her. That thought ebbed away at some of his anger, leaving him cold, colder than he had ever felt in his long years of life.
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But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
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Post by alexandra persephone gryphon on Mar 31, 2013 21:32:08 GMT -8
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[style=text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; color: 000000]so many things i’d say if only i were able ! b u t i j u s t k e e p q u i e t a n d c o u n t t h e c a r s t h a t p a s s b y● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● •• Alex was so intent on her own thoughts as she walked swiftly towards the stable that she didn’t even notice that someone was following her, that he was following her. But the moment he commanded her to stop, it was like she was a slave to his will, just like in her dreams. Ally froze, coming to an abrupt stand still. No. This can’t be. This must be a dream, she thought as she turned slowly to face the dark mystery man. Bright blue eyes fixed on him, cringing inwardly slightly at the hint of anger in his tone. Indignation rose in her, a fiery dragon rising in her, ready to pounce for a mere human giving her orders. How dare he! But luckily something made her hesitate and she became aware for the first time of a darkness radiating off of the powerful being before her, his eyes darker than before. Bright eyes narrowed as deep down Persephone recognized that darkness. But Ally did not except to realize that she was not dealing with a mere human... she was dealing with another ancient.
•• Wariness crept over her as she shifted, her chin tipping upward in a show of defiance while her posture eased up, prepared to fight or flee if necessary. His words finally struck home. ‘Like you once were.’ ‘Like you still are.’ Who the hell is this guy!? Did he know her? If so, why did she not remember him? Ally took a step back, slowly coming to lightly nibble on her lower lip as she always did when she found herself feeling conflicted. Should she confront him? Should she flee? She did not remember him... What if he was part of the reason she could not remember several centuries of her life? What if he had something to do with the fact that she had come close to being a sacrifice? But his voice... That voice... She loved that voice... Would do anything for that voice... And that made her feel afraid. Blind love and loyalty like that were not normal. He was powerful, more powerful than she was. And she was drawn to him, to that darkness, those midnight eyes. And that was even more dangerous.
•• Not wanting to show how he affected her, not wanting him to see her reaction to him, not wanting him to know that she didn’t remember, Ally turned and continued walking, smiling sheepishly, “Forgive me. It was not my intention to offend you,” she replied, in the same flawless Greek, though with a small hint of her ancient Cretan accent, “I overreact when it comes to the safety of animals... I love them more than people and I hate how most abuse them. I did not know that you were an exception. I can see now, now that I am not blinded by that love for my animal friends, that your stallion is incredibly loyal to you. It is rare for an animal to show such affection for a human,” she murmured. She decided not to comment on the last part, not liking that they were still so exposed among others.
•• At this point she was in the shadows of the stable, moving purposefully towards her white mare. Upon seeing the stallion, Saskia whinnied and paced behind the stall door, pawing anxiously at the ground. Saskia had no lead, reins, or saddle on her, only a saddle pad. Alex preferred to ride her by communicating with her mind rather than using any kind of controlling devise. Pushing open the stall door, Alex stood to the side as Saskia pounced out of her stall and moved herself in front of Alex in an almost protective fashion, lips lifting to bear her teeth, eyes wide, ears pinned flat. Murmuring a soft command to her, Saskia eased off a little but kept a wary eye on the two males. Moving around the mare, Alex looked at the man and his horse, still wary and slightly uneasy She had the strangest notion that he knew more about her than she knew herself... and that disconcerted her. She didn’t particularly like that feeling in the slightest.
•• But Persephone recognized Hades, even if Alex did not recognize Sebastian, and the two were so closely knit that Persephone made Alex linger rather than leap onto her horse and ride off into the sunset never to lay eyes on the mystery before her again. Hesitantly, Alex gazed at the man before once more, fixing her gaze on his own, her lips parting as if to say something... But suddenly something caused her vision to go black, colors swirling before people appeared before her blind eyes. The mystery man was there, dark and powerful, and he was all hers. She loved him. She would do anything for him. He smiled at her and she smiled back, leaping into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck as he returned home... from... something... It was gone. Alex shook her head, confused once again. So she had met this man before... Or was he powerful enough to invade her mind and plant such false memories there? A name came to the tip of her tongue... But vanished before she could remember it and speak it.
•• Feeling slightly scared at this point, Alex turned, hefting herself up onto Saskia’s back. “I’m sorry...” she murmured. She wasn’t even sure what she was sorry for. She felt completely at a loss. And it was all because of him. She had to get away. She had to escape. Whoever he was, he made her want to curl up in his arms and let him wrap himself around her, protecting her from the world, protecting her in a cocoon of love. And that was a dangerous feeling. It made her scared. She should not feel that way about someone she had never met before. Whoever he was, she did not know him... She had to get away from him before he trapped her in his spiders web and wrapped her up so she could not escape. Knitting her fingers in Saskia’s silky white mane, she urged the mare around and out into the fresh air, and then into a full-on gallop. To safety. She had to get to safety. Saskia would know where to take her. To the glen in the woods with the little brook, the little hollow in the tree where she always went when she was afraid... For she now admitted thats what she was. She was afraid. Afraid of herself and who that man was and what he might be able to do.
•• Saskia broke into a gallop, her hooves pounding against the earth the moment she was away from the stables, and rushed towards the hills, to the cover of the trees. Saskia could feel her master’s fear... and it made her run faster than usual. Whatever had made her master afraid, she did not want to face it and had to get the young redhead as far away as possible. A soft brush of minds and Saskia knew where to go. To the glen.
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Post by sebastian nikkos hades gryphon on Mar 31, 2013 22:54:08 GMT -8
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You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away
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[/b][/i] [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #660000;] When he looked at her, he was not seeing her through his midnight eyes. No, he was seeing her through the eyes of Pluto and Hades and any other name that he had ever been called with in his many centuries of life. It wasn’t just the godly connection that called him to her, it was the Alexandra and Sebastian connection that called him to her as well, for she was his heart and he wanted it back. However, he knew the price of that. He could not claim his heart if she did not wish to be by his side any longer. It was something that ate at him, that thought or idea. He did not want to think about it. He would have her once more, as he had long ago. However, he would not allow their reunion to be sullied as their love had been. He had not kidnapped and raped her, he’d protected her and loved her, but as all legends go, they are twisted and ruined by the minds of mortals who did not want to see beauty in their god of death. They wanted to see hate and horror where death was concerned. Sebastian had once been those things, but no more.
The effect of his voice was evident and it almost made Sebastian want to stop talking all together. He did not want his voice to sway her towards him. He wanted her to realize who he was and accept him as such. Her entire being was affecting him. He wanted to sweep her up into his arms and hold her a close as possible. He wanted to yell and scream and break things because he’d missed her so much. Gripping his hands into fists, he fought it with every fiber of his being, eyes locked on her, feral in the way that they gleamed. There was so much he wanted to say and do. He’d thought her dead. He swore he’d lost her and the beast in him rose, howling softly for its mate, though it’s mate was not as he was, it was something purer, softer, and more beautiful than a hell hound could ever hope to be. Oh how his heart cried out to her, but he kept it in check. His blood boiled in his veins and the shadows drew closer, cooling the air around them, but causing horses in their stalls to fidget and become edgy and he had to work to get it back under control.
Her voice drew him from his mind, causing him to focus once more as he looked at her with midnight eyes that seemed to shift like the shadows of that he could so easily surround himself in. Her smile, oh how it melted his heart, it made him want to just let her go, let her live her life, but he could not. His heart and mind would not let him. However, then her accent reached him and he grinned, well, well, two could play at that game and thus the next time he spoke, it was not in this new age Greek, it was ancient, something not heard for many, many years, something only slightly older than she, but not as old as him. “You are forgiven, for the moment. We shall see how long it lasts,” a wicked grin spread across his lips, “I have lived long enough to know the value of life, for I am it’s master,” His gaze looked her over from top to toe and back again as Romeo nudged his arm affectionately, “We both know, I am far from human, young one.” He said the words as he’d always said it to those he knew to be younger than he.
Romeo didn’t so much as move a muscle when the mare placed herself between Sebastian and Alexandra, but he did fidget when he heard the animalistic growl that rumbled in Hades’ chest. In turn, Sebastian pulled his lips away from his teeth, showing off those longer than normal canine teeth, eyes narrowed on the mare even after she was commanded away from between them. His eyes shot back to her face, searching it as his features settled once more and he allowed for the briefest of moments, the depth of his loneliness to show through, how his heart was lost because he’d lost her all those years ago. He could not bear that pain, not knowing that she was alive and well and within his reach. There was an ache in his chest, on that had been there for many years, but he could not fix it, could not heal it because it was not within his power, nor his nature to heal that wound, no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he begged it to fade away into the faraway lands that did not exist in this reality.
It seemed she faded away for a moment and Sebastian wondered what was going through her head, what she was seeing. Could it be that she had realized who he was? No, that was too much to ask for. She was probably ignoring him now, probably thinking of all the ways she could get away from him or avoid him, or what have you and then she spoke and before he could even blink she was racing around him. He was not foolish enough to chase her down with Romeo. No, as quick as he could, he found Romeo’s stall, untacked him and put him in there, shutting the door and glanced around. With no one around, Sebastian changed shape and where six foot four inch man had stood, there was a massive wolf with a silver helm. The wolf bared teeth, causing all the horse, except for his own to rear and squeal in their stalls. Not that the hell hound cared, bringing the shadows around him, he took off jumping from shadow to shadow or so it seemed. He was on a mission and he would find her. He already had her scent, it wouldn’t take long. [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #ff9999;] You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
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Post by unlid on Mar 28, 2019 0:47:20 GMT -8
How do you imagine the world of the future? Will there be cute cats? Will there be laws and policies? And sex and prostitutes? I would be interested to think about it. Let's fantasize together! Great, huh? |
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Post by bomba on Mar 28, 2019 2:41:10 GMT -8
Well, I do not think that we will guess at least like a tangle of what is real, but it will be interesting to speculate about it. I think everything will not change much, politicians and prostitutes will stay for sure) |
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