'This is Where I See You Stand

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Dimitriy _{The Kind}

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This is where you would be standing Adelphi. If you were still here, this is where you would be. And I know I could find you here because it is the place we first encountered each other. The first time I lay my unworthy blue eyes on you, was right underneath this tree. Although do you notice something different about the tree, Adelphi? It is no longer green, and the spring time winds do not fill the air. No, in fact this tree is quite opposite of green but it is orange and yellow and red, the colors portraying warmth and love. And Adelphi, I just wanted you to know I still feel that warmth and love when I look at this tree. The tree has grown some since springtime, like it's beauty just flourished from yours, your impenetrable breath-taking beauty. But Adelphi, look. Look at it now. The tree has changed since you've been gone. Look, at the leaves that litter the ground beneath it. Look at the water it pollutes. Adelphi, did you know when we first met that I looked into that water and saw your reflection? I was so intimidated by your beauty.

I am still intimidated by your beauty, my love. But you're gone. Does that make sense? How I haven't seen you in what feels like forever and I've searched for you everyday since you left, but my heart still skips a beat whenever I see something of your hue? I love you Adelphi. And I can't stop thinking of you. But today, I'm afraid to say that this is my last search for you Adelphi, because my heart is beaten black and blue every time I think of you. A heart is supposed to be red. The color of love, Adelphi. But mine is black and blue. A beaten heart. How long can I live with it? The hope of finding you kills me even more, Adelphi. But the real question is, do you want to be found?

My most beautiful maiden, hear me out, that if I could lay eyes on you again, just one last time...my head would stop spinning, and my heart would start beating again. Just please Adelphi, one last time...if I did anything to hurt you, my debt to you is eternal. These months without you have been hard for me to breath, for the sweet aroma in the air that you leave is what I nourish on. I nourish on you, Adelphi. And I planned to do the same to our foal. Take my word for it Adelphi, I really am good with foals, and would strive to be a great father and mate, even harder than I already tried. Was I trying to hard, Adelphi? Is that why you left? I just wanted you to know Adelphi, that you not only left me, but others who loved you as well. Just know, ivory maiden, that I loved you the most.

But this tree here, is where I should see you stand. This is my last resort. The final day of searching. But I see nothing here of a white hue my darling, no aroma that makes my heart leap, no voice that makes my speech stutter in reply, and no touch that makes me feel like a God. No, you are not here, Adelphi.





I stared at the tree, nothing but utter silence making the moment appropriate. Never before could you have seen a breed of my kind so delicate and rigid standing there. I was afraid to breathe, longing to see the smile that lit up the night every time I looked at her. I swallowed hardly, my romantic blue occs searching the terrain. My audits flicked up as another leaf from the tree hit the surface of the water. It made no sound, only the ripples which stirred the water only slightly. All was ever so quiet. The trees loomed over me like giants, and only slits of sunlight shone through. Threads of ebonite and cloud twisted in the wind, and the tiny hairs of my pendulum blew ever so softly. The feathers on my feet uplifted, the mud-splattered hairs clotting together like glue. I had been searching for awhile now. Painted canvas pelt of onyx and white protruded out sharply against the fall's colors of red, orange and yellow.

Minutes passed. Many, many minutes adding to the count of hours without her by my side. Occasionally a puff of carbon could be seen exhaling from my peach nares, and the winds rippled over my smooth pelt. A sudden wash of sadness swept over me, deeper than any wave had ever hit before. Tears, actual tears came dwelling out of my occs. I had never cried before. It is not normal for a stallion to cry. But I did. And it wouldn't stop. Thrashing my hooves against the ground I turned away and shook my crania in disgrace. Deep in the earth's core, I could sense new formed earth wanting to be bended. To be mastered by me. A choke of words came up from my maw, nothing that could be comprehendable though. My occs wandered to the tree. Tears became dry and I did not let anymore show. But they would always be going on in my heart.

I loved Adelphi.

Words: 957
Muse: Yup
Ooc: This was a very different style for me, but I think I kind of like it. But yea, Dimitriy is kind of in a flunk right now, loosing his lover. This is a recycled post from my site and it got replies, but the people went inactive. I just didn't want to throw away possibly the best post I had ever written with him!

[i am asylum]

h a l l o w e e n

Darkness can only be measured by those who linger inside of it. Evil is a product of what surrounds it, things cannot fall into the grasp of the world beyond on their own. For, their minds are too weak and too fragile to manage to pull out of the aggressive reach. Sharp claws slit the helpless lives of creatures both large and petite that attempted their escape from hell. When such a fool mixes weakness and a loathe for the light, a demon is produced from the ashes of one who has fallen. Why do we long to feel blood beneath our bodies? When the crimson river flows from your wounds, it never ceases for anyone. Not even the devil himself. For he, cannot stop bleeding and nor can the darkest of creatures. What if, you are not like the others? Your eyes, bare no expression and inside you cannot feel the effects of emotion. You act, not seeing the affects of your behavior of others around you. Being a social equine, is not what you long for. In those cases, you are on your own to fight for yourself. He has signed a deal with the devil. The devil gave this equine his eyes, and in return he signed a debt in which many souls must be killed on the night of All Hallows Eve. He was born on the darkest of the nights in the year, Halloween. At the tick of midnight his wet, and delicate body had hit the ground. It was at that moment, his fate had been sorted out by the demons that would soon invade. He started his life has a clean, and innocent colt with not a desire to harm in his mind. His mother licked his wounds clean and brushed his dirty forelock from his face when they galloped across the wet marshes. She looked after him, and his elder sister who had reached the point of mare hood. For she had a lighter build than he, a lighter coat and far smaller wings. As he looked into your eyes, they seemed to become more lit with anger and hate with each passing moment. For she loathed her brother. To the point of doing away with him, even. It was at this early stage, when his mental health declined. Their sire and dam had no desire to care for their children, they only wanted to escape their grasp around their necks and throat. They pleaded, for Halloween to stop acting the way he did. Oh, I can't help it! Can you help it? They're here! They won't leave me! But they did not offer up an ear to listen. Instead, they frowned and threw up their fierce skulls and ran off with the brilliant sunset. His sister tortured him, and in too many mental and physical forms to name. Her payback would come, Halloween would toss the first body into the ground. The devil, would not ignore the deal he had made. When Halloween slaughtered his sister, all he could see was the ground beneath her body. The grass, stained with some red liquid that had a careful shine to it. This, was only the start.

Laying on the grass as if he were some lifeless corpse, the black creature arose with a simple surge of energy. How on earth was he allowed to leave the bounds of the night of Halloween? Had the devil forgotten the deal and let Halloween out of his grasp? But this could not be it. The daylight was Halloween's only source of true weakness that could be seen from the eyes of another. He moved slowly and with growing weakness he attempted to stand strong like a proud bronze sculpture. The devil had taken out his own eyes, in order to spread his own terror upon the earth he gave them as a gift of terror to Halloween himself. They were black, they were pale, but most of all they were the most evil that anyone had known. Snorting out into the air, it felt as if the effects of Halloween night were still wearing upon him. When that night would fall the wicked beast had little control of his body, for the devil played with him like a puppet from above. His eyes would go as white as the clouds, they would roll into the back of his mind and remain there until the night would end. Then he would try to work towards the debt of bodies he so desperately owed to the demon of all demons. How curious, another living carcass remains. But this one is not one of my kind, for this creature seems to be of a different dimension then myself. I must, I must go see for myself. His thoughts ran without any limits, and Halloween kept himself at a swift walk, the shadow that circled him following him out into the sunlight. Lowering his head, a thick veil of forelock prevented the bleeding light to penetrate into his eyes. The light was a blinding curse. What is this here? He spook with a smooth voice that would only haunt the one to hear him. This, was the moment of truth.

[Indeed, he is a very droolworthy boy of evilness. Halloween is like the exact opposite of Dimitry. This should be fun!]

[zelda]

Dimitriy _{The Kind}

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Judgement was not something I did. Actually, that's a lie. Everybody judged, and I'd be a hypocrite is I said that because everybody much judge others to make themselves feel grander. What I should have said is that judgement is not something I handle well. I'm to nice for my own good, and no I do not say that out of boast, but out of truth. Others have told me so. I have been walked all over several times yet I always figure that out when it's to late--when it's already run its course. But luckily I am what they call mellow. I don't get violent out of anger and I won't attack anyone unless they attack me first. Then it's just simply named defense.

Morning cracks of sunlight split through the cape of thick fall leaves. With a final sigh, I washed the memories away. They were already dying since the day she left. Now they are dead, gone, obliterated from existance. Yet it's strange how long they remain in one's mind. And I'm not just speaking of my case, I'm talking about everyone. You may overcome something, but that doesn't mean you forget it. So I guess you can say memories never die, they just remain lingering in the air. Stagnant.

Dicolored threads quivered in the wind, ebonite and ivory entwining together. Ice blue opticals looked ahead, a large winged hellion standing before me. Where the hell did he come from? Flicking my audits, I remained quiet. He looked evil. There's that damn judgement again. But I couldn't help it, others most likely would have sided with me as well. His eyes portrayed dooming pits of death, and he held a rather darker image. I had heard about those who worship the devil, seen a few of them. Either he was a demon from hell or just one of those messed up horses who thought it to be super sly and clever to keep their hair in their face, and move like a statue. Despite my thoughts, I dare not say anything rude of or of that offensive nature to anybody, including him. Everybody has there own story explaining why the way they are. Sometimes it just needs to be explained. This is one of those times.

The frown that rested on my maw turned neutral. The pain in my eyes increased as he asked what was here. Quite a rhetorical question if you ask me. I pinned my audits at his tone. My neutral words slid out delicately as I looked over the area.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Dead memories.

I looked back to him to see his reaction. Something just told me it was going to be along the lines of sarcasm. Maybe a smirk or a laugh or a combination of both, I did not know. What was my business, was my business. It's not like I wanted company when I had pouted. Particulary male company. Wind blew relentlessly as utter silence became apparent again. I itched my shoulder with my dished out crania and snorted, poll shaking and tassles flying. The look of sadness and deprivation of love was on my face, inscribed in my eyes. The same sadness and deprivation I had held all these months while she was away.

Reality was an even harder thing to conquer than judgement was. Reality deals strictly with you unlike judgement which involves others. We thrive on judgement, because it's just yet another form of aid to help us survive reality.

Optics locked into his dark ones, mine filled with life and his filled with...to much to describe. Judgement had determined that the stallion was either a murderer, a slave of the Devil, a blood-thirsty coward or perhaps a mixture of all three. I knew one thing though. He was definitely not here to try and cheer me up. It's not like I would accept such a thing from him anyway. I had been living on like this what felt like forever, and reality just hit me today at this spot..she wasn't showing up. She most likely wasn't coming back. I will live on. And whatever the hell this dark bastard would throw at me, I will dodge willingly and not act out. I have brains. I have strength. But brains are more useful than muscle.

Autumn leaves drifted through the air, spiraling in circles and finally falling daintily to the ground. Naked tree limbs stuck out like a sore thumb, the wind shaking them in mockery compared to the leaf-filled branches. Nares took in the scent of crescent, fresh air along with the darker, danker, scent of death. It's only a wonder where that came from. Blinking, I remained silent and loose until a reply came. Just by appearance, I could tell our personalities would be utterly different. But I 'spose it's always good to meet new people, eh?

Muse: Dead.
Words: 817
ooc: Sorry about the wait.

[i am asylum]

h a l l o w e e n

The blackest eyes, the devil's eyes!

Emotion. There was far too much of it flowing in the eyes of the creature he stood before. Something burned inside, the odd and absurd to ask him what it felt like. Depression and pure sadness flooded the other creature's face were too heavy for him to tolerate. Halloween tossed up his head, opening his eyes for the first time in the morning. When pain hit him, it was a solid but invisible force pushing up against him. Then again, he felt nothing and nothing took him down. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Dead memories. He tilted his head, as he did often whenever empty thoughts would weigh him down. Halloween felt nothing, nothing at all. He had not even a rudimentary sense of good or bad, right or wrong. He would wait for a silent trigger, so set him off into the night and no force upon his earth could cease his rampage. Again, Halloween's chain upon his leg would him down to the night in which he was born.

The black foal hovered over the slaughtered body and blinked his little eyes. His mother, horrified, could only gasp and she stood like a stone figure. Her eyes, they had the life and color sucked from them with a blink. She couldn't cry out, her mouth seemed as dry as the humid summer air that choked her. Her hoof had been standing in the blood, it had seemed to spill everywhere that it was hard not to be drenched in it. He, was nearly drowning in the crimson liquid. At first, the mare couldn't bare to move her eyes close enough into her own son's. They had gone, lost any emotion they had once had. She shivered, and with that she felt her knees shaking beneath her. "W.....what have you done?" and she tried to spit out more form her muzzle but nothing could find a way out of her mouth. Her only daughter, was nothing more than a wasted carcass and a pool of her own blood. The black foal, that same black foal who only weeks ago had come to her in the middle night with fear upon his eyes saying, "Momma, I had a bad dream. Please, please, don't let the bad one get me." Only at this moment, did she realise the monster she had created. Rearing her head back, slowly stepping backwards the old mare knew she hadn't much of a choice. He'd kill her, he'd kill her the same way he had killed his sister. This, is the last time the black foal saw his mother. Why did she want to leave? He didn't understand, his mind was running around in a tight circle with no way of getting out. Looking at the ground, he couldn't see why his mother had. All he saw, was the stained earth below him.

Halloween twisted a bit closer, keeping his wings tighter to his flesh as he did. He wanted to see, the emotion that flamed from the other creature's eyes. The horse had his ears laid backwards, but Halloween didn't exactly know what he was meaning with that gesture. Memories. If I had any, perhaps I could share your emotion. But, truth be told I haven't felt anything my entire life. Tell me, why are you so sad?