Princess Meets Her Prince, Maybe... {Marrok}

[Shinjiru]

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/ShinTableMidBottom.png,true] The full moon was lurking behind a light cloud cover, its beautiful silver light wavering as a few rays found their way through. The light dappled the hills far below; and a faint, blue hued light seemed to envelope the fields. It was a rather pleasant effect. With the constant breeze and slightly chilly air, it was perfect for flying. The distant trees were dark and shadowed, not really of any importance to the scene. The sky was a deep blue-black shade; and countless stars spread their glory across the heavens. The clouds were thinning, and dancing through the night air at a rather high speed. It wasn't long before the full moon could finally shed it's full light on the earth below. It was then that a huge shadow passed along the earth, as a black colored figure had just raced across the sky; black coat touched to silver by the moonlight. Enormous feathered appendages were extended to their full 20 feet; stretched out to either side of the small figure to which they belonged. A feathery mane and tail, deep raven black, billowed out around the slender frame of the equine; rippling attractively in the night air. Silhouetted against the full moon, her shadow was large as the wings spread into an easy glide position. She seemed to be angled toward the distant forest, but that soon changed. The left wing suddenly dipped down, and the figure went into a smooth and agile swooping curve; the earth spinning around beneath her as she turned back to face the extensive hills. Pure joy and exhilaration arced through her like lightning, and she was suddenly angled at the heaves; enormous wings beating against the winds, movement made soundless by the fluted feathers. A moment later, she twisted into a graceful loop; drawing out her moment of being upside down as far as she could. She could feel the pressure of gravity threatening to pull her reverted figure back to earth, and the wings were pulled back as she resisted the tug by using the tops of her wings to beat against the air. Upside down was an easy trick of hers. After a few moments of suspense like that, she folded the right wing over herself, pulling the other in the opposite direction. The lithe mare rotated, and resumed the proper, right-side up flight. She felt so much at home up here... All her sorrow and loneliness had been carried away on the winds, and she felt free of the burdens once more. It was such a relief, that she began to corkscrew dizzyingly through the air; loosing altitude rapidly. The ground rushed up to meet her, and yet she held the controlled tumble with wings half folded to her sides. At the last moment before impact, she seemed to flip over in midair; the feathered appendages exploding outward as if shot from a canon. Many soft downy feathers fluttered to the ground, and she shot across the sground with a few inches beneath her and the surface; her hooves barely skimming the tips of the tall grasses as her wings stretched to their full extent once more. The grass beneath her blurred into a green sea, and she finally tipped the fronts of her wing upward slightly. The updraft kicked in, and she was rising once more at a smooth 45 degree angle. Oh the joys of flight... It was the only thing left for her that made existing worthwhile. No friends, no family; she was utterly alone in this world. Alone, with the mother moon and her starry children. That was enough to make her happy... She had long ago dubbed herself as the Princess of the Night, and she lived up to that name... The skies were hers to rule. And as she chose to rule the sky at night, the night was also hers. True, there were other winged horses in the world, horses she'd encountered quite often. But none of the had been able to meet her standards of true flight. Over-sized wings, while nothing but a burden on the ground; were what made her superior to other winged horses. She could stay up far longer than others, she could pull off stunts others wouldn't have dared. The few who had been courageous enough to try some of those tricks; most had gotten a wing, sometimes both, snapped by the unrelenting force caused by gravity clashing with a desire to remain airborn. They had pushed their wings to the limit... And they'd tumbled back to the earth, where they belonged. She hadn't hung around to discover if they'd survived or not. Most winged horses feared falling to the earth somewhere deep within their hearts, no matter how much they denied it. But she held no fear of such an insignificant danger. She would never allow natural things such as gravity to disrupt her flight. She knew her limits in the air, and they were very few.

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[Ren]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2zocdqq.jpg,true] It seems a strange and repugnant conclusion that with the cessation of consciousness at death, there ceases to be any knowledge of having existed. With his last breath it becomes to each the same thing as though he had never lived. And then the consciousness itself -- what is it during the time that it continues? And what becomes of it when it ends? We can only infer that it is a specialized and individualized form of that Infinite and Eternal Energy which transcends both our knowledge and our imagination; and that at death its elements lapse into the Infinite and Eternal Energy whence they were derived. How dreadful is the prospect of death, at the remotest distance! how the smallest apprehensions of it can pall the most gay, airy, and brisk spirits! even I, who thought I could have been merry in sight of my coffin, and drink a health with the sexton in my own grave, now tremble at the least envoy of the king of terrors. To see but the shaking of my glass makes me turn pale ... all the jollity of my humor and conversation is turned on a sudden into chagrin and melancholy, black as despair, and gloomy as the grave. No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. The deep in and out rhythmic breathing, labored as it was filled the night air in that small rocky clearing bathed in shadows by the moonlight sky. Just to the right, close to a larger bolder lay a lumped body, wheezing with effort, strains to take just another gasp of air. That life force meant so much to him, more then it ever had been before and yet the blissful end taunted him, always just a few steps out of reach. Still the stallion breathed, air rushing in under a ragged breath while time stood still at least for a moment, just one moment that seemed a perfect, as the day he felt the warm, velvet nuzzle of his mothers nose against is shoulders. Why fight the inevitable when death felt so seamless, smooth in it’s righteousness that he could welcome the cold comforting arms lead him down, down deeper then any horse had a right to go. Marrok stood over the ridiculous stallion that thought to gain his lands, looked down at the pathetic fool as he labored in breath, each sound music to his ears. Life was ebbing away, seeping from the void like sand through the water. No sounds, no whispered begging just the wonderful breathing that slowly weakened, slowly flowed into one long pulsing, shuttering breath that made the stallions body quiver. Just as the life force streamed out of the stallions body so too did Marroks energy, excitement and pleasure grow and swell like the flooded rivers. Life, death, all of it mattered and all of it filled the pale stallion with comfort and ecstasy. Yes, he liked this very much. An hour after watching the stallion take his last breath and the light faded from his lights did Marrok Feel his own pleasure swell and build, claiming him with such a dangerous sense of peace. Muscles rippled under that white coat and oh, how it shined and dazzled beautifully like he was a God. Muscles tightened, he felt the rush so powerful, so incredible and the impulse carried him into action in one fluid move as his body lifted up onto his hind legs. In that one moment Marrok felt a glee, he had only felt a few times, a desire that shook his body to the core and threatened to crumble the very foundation of his soul. Hooves beat at the air, tail swished back and forth and magnificent white wings unfurled, stretching high behind him, shadowing the stallion that lay dead. Heavily Marrok slammed his hooves down onto the stallions body and caving in his ribs, snapping his spine. In one powerful thrust of his wings, he felt his body lift; again, he thrust his wings, battering the ground as Marrok climbed into the night air. After at seamed like only four flaps -- but were really a good ten flaps --, Marrok was high in the air. Droplets of crimson blood fell down to meet the earth even as the white stallion climbed higher and higher until finally leveling out. Using the currents to help propel him forward he moved swiftly over the lands, crossing a stallions lands he did not like, another land he had once thought of claiming and soon arriving in the hills of Nyx. These lands where not ones he enjoyed for their comfort meant little to him but these lands housed many mares, many stallions and much fun. Speaking of fun, a black shadow could be spotted against the starry backdrop, her wings large, her coat black as night and she looked from all account to be beautiful but looks are always deceiving. He knew he was easily spotted and thus did not try to hide himself but instead flew to her, confident in each fluid flap of his massive wings, the light of the moon made him almost glow. The closer he got to her the more he realized he was indeed viewing a mare and thus his thoughts turned slightly more dangerous. The need for females were always present and while some males took only one female as his mate and others never picked Marrok was more original feeling three favored females meant more then just one. Then again, love, romance and blissfulness meant very little to the white stallion. His mares had to be strong, confident; dangerous… they had to be notorious. Just like his males, the stallions that sought to gain entry into his herd would need to be just as ruthless and cunning as Marrok himself. In midair, he waited, rotating his wings so he flew in place. Muscles flexing, bunching and rippling as his body kept him in one place so that he could watch her from a slight distance -- close enough to speak but far enough away as not to alarm her. “You are a beautiful flyer.” The cadence of his voice was thick, husky, alluring almost as he spoke. The glow of the silver moon brush against his body as if she welcomed him in her embrace. “It is rare you find such graceful flyers now-a-days and ones to comfortable with a night flight.” He was aware the blood on his front hooves had dried and the flight from his lands to the hills helped to take away the smell of blood and in this, he was grateful. Every action he did gave her the advantage, he wanted her to feel comfortable with him, the game of manipulation was one Marrok had mastered many years ago.

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[Shinjiru]

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/ShinTableMidBottom.png,true] With the moonlight glittering on her sleek coat, the mare had climbed a good ways back into the sky. With the fingers of her wings spread as if to embrace the earth far beneath, the raven-black female settled back into a smooth glide with hardly any wing movement at all. She was not even remotely tired, she felt as if she could fly across the entire world without stopping to rest the over-sized feathery appendages. But of course, such a thing was not possible... But it certainly felt like an achievable goal right now; particularly with the powerful wind at her back. The moving air was enough take make remaining in the air so easy. The slender figure tipped slightly to the left, her left wing lowering a few centimeters. The subtle shift was enough to send her into a smooth bank, once more drifting into a left swerve so that she would be able to remain above the hills rather than passing into the forest area. The feather-light strands of hair in her mane and tail flared out as the wind direction shifted, the ebony locks caught up in the swirling air currents. It was then that a bright white flash caught her gaze. The slender neck arched slightly in confusion for a moment, the head tilting to the right. A random flash of white, way up here? Even the moonlight wasn't that strong... But no... As the mare drifted closer, she could make out the shape. It was another horse, also winged... But wonder of wonders, this was was a pure white color; practically glowing in the starlight all around them. The headstrong female felt her breath hiss out between her teeth as the beady black eyes took in the handsome figure. He smelled like a male, and his not-so-dainty frame backed up that observation. This was a stallion, and a proud one; judging by the way he carried himself. Her gaze was drawn to the steady beating of his wings; eyes following the motions with an expert eye. He was at ease up here, and the stallion seemed almost regal in his own way. But his wings were average size for a horse with his body. It was disappointing... She was constantly longing to find a horse like her these days; one with far too-large wings who could keep up with her in the air. One who would understand all too well whenever she stumbling across the earth's surface; tripping over her own wings. One who wouldn't roll over in laughter at the sight. As of right now... She was merely assuming he was yet another stallion who thought he was better than he really was, who was dreadfully arrogant and commanding. Just another fool who thought he could take her on in a challenge of who would rule the skies. But... He was... Dashing almost... And her eyes feasted on the powerful muscles which rippled across his snow-white body. It left a nervous fluttering feeling in her gut. Honestly, she'd never found a stallion attractive, she liked to think she was above such feelings. Feelings were an existence which was only a burden; and they deserved to be locked away, as she did. Her feelings were unheard and insignificant, she couldn't care less about anything like that. But right now, a strange fascination was welling up in the stone heart she'd built up for herself. Loneliness and longing were trying to rush back, and she forcefully shoved them away. She was useless on the ground, and disdainful toward other horses who got too close. She had no place to belong. She'd always thought that the only way was to carve out her own place, by force. And before she'd realized what was happening, she'd become all alone... With no one to trust, no one to lean on for support in her darkest hours. So.. She'd made the sky her place... And she wanted to share it with no one... Her belief was that if anyone was allowed to remain in her sky, that the sky would somehow be snatched away from her; just like everything else. This stallion... No matter how attractive he could be, was no different. Intelligent black eyes were narrowed in suspicion as she began to hover a few feet above the shining male, her wings motionless for long periods of time as the updraft rushed through the fluted feathers. "You are a beautiful flyer. It is rare you find such graceful flyers now-a-days and ones to comfortable with a night flight...” Oh so he was the sycophantic type... Trying to rely on flattery to avoid her inevitable challenge. There had been so many male encounters like that in her travels. Those horses had ended up with a rather furious black beast in their faces. Yet at his words, she felt a pleasant warmth passing through her body, rather than the sudden surge of disgust she normally felt toward such stallions. Captivated by his voice, she could feel herself being drawn to him as if by an invisible string. She was confused by her sudden affection for him, though she'd never seen him before. It was a new feeling to her; but she wouldn't fight it... Not right now... To be honest, she didn't want to fight it. Also an unfamiliar hesitation to her. She allowed that invisible string to pull her toward him. The wings tilted forward slightly, and she felt herself lose some altitude as the wind pushed down on her wings. A moment later, she came to hover directly in front of the handsome stallion, her eyes still rather cold and calculating; but also confused by her sudden un-controlled feelings. As he hovered there, she watched his body rise and fall in time with his wing beats. That gentle movement was the same as all other winged creatures she'd encountered. But on the other hand, her own wings moved much less. She seemed to float on the air before him, the raven-black feathers ruffled by the breeze. She rotated her wings to remain immobile only when the wind faltered enough so that it couldn't support her under-average sized and lightweight body. Her ears were tilted forward in interest as she gazed directly into his eyes; not a trace of fear existed within the depths. But if he looked closely enough, he might have been able to detect the gleam of admiration which sparkled within the overall cold and indifferent stare. "The night sky is my domain... My home... So of course I'm relaxed." She blinked toward the white wings of his with a slight nod of her head; tossing her feathery mane about in the winds. "You seem fairly comfortable up here yourself." The voice was soft, and the beautiful tone it once carried had faded into a rasp from lack of use. But if she talked enough, her voice would once more settle into that calm, silky smooth tone.

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[Ren]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2zocdqq.jpg,true] Greek philosophy seems to begin with a preposterous fancy, with the proposition that water is the origin and mother-womb of all things. Is it really necessary to stop there and become serious? Yes, and for three reasons: firstly, because the proposition does enunciate something about the origin of things; secondly, because it does so without figure and fable; thirdly and lastly, because it contained, although only in the chrysalis state, the idea :everything is one. ... That which drove him to this generalization was a metaphysical dogma, which had its origin in a mystic intuition and which together with the ever renewed endeavors to express it better, we find in all philosophies - the proposition: everything is one! Yin and tang, light and darkness, two half’s of one whole. This bit is always inevitable, always changing yet always flowing as seamlessly as water. The phrase ‘there is not light without darkness.’ holds true more often then not because we need the darkness to keep the light burning right. Just think about it, if a room were full of candles, all burning as bright as the sun then what would differentiate light from light. Therefore, in conclusion to this conundrum light needs darkness to stay bright. Now, while Marrok is far from light -- we all know he’s no white knight in shinning armor -- and given his past endeavors, one might even say he lacked the ability to let his candle burn bright but the yin and yang theory is what we are trying to get out here. Dark and light, the two flying high above the hills, hovering almost in an artful rhythm captured that very essence. A light gust of wind blow making the tips of his wing fan out to catch the updraft and allow himself to rest almost at a standstill, however soon enough Marrok was forced to thrust his wings up and back until he settled back into the art of hovering. Each muscle pulsed, rippled and flexed, working hard to keep him up in the air -- not that he lacked the strength to stay in full flight for more then a day. While the wind whispered through his long white primary feathers his long silken mane and tail danced back and forth like a colorless flame. Marrok was beautiful, that was a given and the reactions he caused never alarmed him in the least, especially when very few males possessed the charm and appearance he had. Sadly for all his charisma the pale stallion could never master his own temper and more often then not he managed to boil over and attack without warning. Now getting back to said reactions Marrok noticed how slowly but surely she drifted closer, how that voice turned husky, sweet, seductive, a famine voice as beguiling as the darkness that clung to every inch of her stunning body. This fact pleased him more then he would ever let on, maybe because he wanted her, needed her to bow to him, to submit to his will and be his for all time. ‘the night sky is my domain… my home…’ he would have to agree with her, such large, powerful wings where far more suited for the sky then land. He was sure she stumbled, lacked the ability to fight well on the ground and in this his mind worked feverously of all the wicked things he would try and force her to do. Yes Marrok was dangerous, he enjoyed hurting others, found a thrill in the screamed he caused and how prettily she could scream for him. ‘you seem fairly comfortable up here yourself.’ That voice spilled from her lips, falling and flowing toward his ears and he felt his own ears swivel forward, straining to hear her as if her voice was his only hope. Slowly, very slowly the two… yin and yang moved closer together, Marrok always made sure she hovered a little over him giving her the advantage, wanting her to feel safe -- yeah yeah he’s a manipulative shit. “Fling was the only way I could get away from everything when I was but a colt and later a yearling. Flying feel natural to me, as breathing.” His voice took on a smooth, calming cadence, respectful but always that underlining darkness seeped in, this was just something he could never bypass. “Where… and please forgive me if I am over stepping my bounds or being rude for t’is not my desire but where is your stallion. I understand you…” He gave her body, her appearance, her beauty a once over before adding in the most admiring of voices. “You can fend for yourself, the way you carry yourself say such.”

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[Shinjiru]

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/ShinTableMidBottom.png,true] The Princess was unable to tear her gaze away from the magnificent being whom was here before her. He was so strong, so powerful... He was beautiful, yet dangerous.. It was just the sense she received as she stared into his eyes. She could swear his pupils were growing larger, and that they would grow until she was swallowed up and fell through the void. The moonlight shimmering on his coat, the fluid motions of his wings, the artful fluttering of his mane and tail... It all served to only make that invisible string taut, it was still dragging her toward him. Now, even if she had wanted to break free of that irresistible force; she was sure that it would have proved impossible. She felt as if he wasn't even there... She was afraid to blink, to find that it was only a cruel illusion presented to her by Mother Moon. Yet she blinked... And he remained as solid as he had originally appeared. Now the deadly angel was slowly drifting toward her, and the fluttering feeling in her heart decided to throb again. She wanted him, even though she'd promised herself to never allow a male to take her in. Love was a weak feeling, and unimportant one. But one that could lead to hearts shattered by betrayal or loss; one that could drive creatures to the point of insanity should it take hold too firmly. Yet here she was... Fervently denying that she felt anything for him, yet knowing full well she did. It was something the hardened mare was finding difficult to fold her mind around, to comprehend what her feeling were telling her after hiding from them for so long. Everything about him drew her in, but she could feel the danger flowing from the angel in waves. She could hear that evil within his seductive voice, she could now see the darker spots on his hooves which smelled of crusted blood. Yes, he was not someone to be trifled with; especially if he was willing to fight, even kill, those who displeased him. But.. She didn't think he was displeased with her, he seemed attracted to the shady mare. Did that mean she was safe? Or did that put her in more danger? Only time would tell... But one thing was certain... No matter what he as capable off, she would always be able to out-fly him. So perhaps allowing herself to love this stallion wasn't such a bad thing? She could always take to the sky, and leave him far behind if something terrible happened... Yet there it was again... That danger of love which constantly floated around in her mind. She had loved a stallion once on her journey after fleeing her herd. She'd longed for that male who'd been able to make water his servant. And even though water was her worst enemy, she'd allowed the stallion's love to lure her into a false sense of security. But their relationship had been short. It had never occurred to him that she, a mare, might possibly be stronger than him; both physically and mentally. She'd tolerated his verbal attempts to beat her into submission, but she'd never given him the pleasure of victory. He'd had something against a mare being the dominant one, and had turned on her to chase after another female. Yet he'd returned to her shortly after, practically begging for her to return to him. That other female had apparently not been good enough for him. But no, she'd had enough of him; she'd refused to be mollified. And after leaving him with a bloodied shoulder from her hooves; she'd turned on him and returned to the sky; the only one who could ever be trusted. Honest and welcoming Sky... That was all she wanted or needed. So here she was... With another male bearing down on her... But that longing for the water-stallion had been nothing compared to this new attraction toward this white winged horse. But she could tell from his voice and powerful stance that he'd expect full submission from her, or she'd face some horrid consequences. But even faced with that disgusting probability, her pride seemed to have drowned within his gaze. She'd be more than willing to give herself fully to him, and it was a very frightening thought to the headstrong female. But it was necessary... She'd never find another stallion like this, she knew it. And besides... If it didn't work out, she'd return to Mother Moon once more. Her gaze grew wide as she suddenly noticed that he was almost close enough to touch her now; but that wasn't what caught her off guard. Lost in her silent musing, she'd failed to notice he took a position beneath her; presenting her with the dominant stance. No, that just wasn't right! A stallion like him should never place himself at a lower level than someone like herself. She may be the Princess of the Sky, but this stallion was just about a King in her eyes. She felt a surge of anger, but it was quickly carried away by admiration. So he was willing to keep her somewhat relaxed by dishonoring himself? Maybe he wasn't as cruel as he seemed to be. But that didn't drive away her suspicion. it would take much to make her trust him fully. The massive, raven-black wings tilted and forward once more, and she immediately lost altitude once again. As she resumed her hovering stance, the magnificent white King was higher than herself. She would make it clear that it was his place to reign, thought that firm belief was a bit of a shock to her. Why would she give her throne to him? She had no idea; but it just seemed... Right... “Flying was the only way I could get away from everything when I was but a colt and later a yearling. Flying feel natural to me, as breathing. Where… and please forgive me if I am over stepping my bounds or being rude for t’is not my desire but where is your stallion. I understand You can fend for yourself, the way you carry yourself say such.” The princess had nodded slowly at his words of Flight, she fully agreed with him. Flying was how she'd escaped from reality herself. But the next words her spoke sent a thrill of pleasure through her. She would raise her head high, arch her dlender neck in pride; though she'd remain at a hover under his level. "I have no stallion. I have always been on my own, I never belonged anywhere. So I made my own place; I belong to no one but Mother Moon and Brother Star. No one has been worthy to take me... Not until now... You are... The very essence of magnificence..." She meant every word, her voice was solemn and strong. She rose slightly in the air, bringing her head so that it would be even with the pure white chest; keeping him hovering slightly higher than herself. Her velvet muzzle would reach out to press against that powerful chest for a moment, her eyes closing in hope as she felt a sort of electric shock run through her nervous system as her nose made contact with the flawless coat. "Please.. Allow me to share my home with you..." She murmured. "Will you fly with me? I have never willingly shared my sky with others... I'd love to experience it just once with a wondrous stallion like yourself... What's mine is yours too..."

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[Ren]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2zocdqq.jpg,true] Every smooth brush of wind flittered between his primary feathers making every brush a sensation that he felt all the way deep to the very core of his existence. She knew very little about him, he was dangerous on so many levels and yet she watched him with such an intense glint in her eyes that Marrok shivered. A part of him, that feral, hazardous side wanted to suck the air from her lungs, watch as her wings beat franticly, then slow, and slowly drop. Then there was another part of him, small as it was that wanted almost hungrily to attack her, bite at her and leave as many marks on her body as he could, claiming her as his, defeating her, making damn sure all other stallions knew she belonged to him. Dangerous, very dangerous was Marroks thinking and while he found her very beautiful she was not overtly beautiful, not so breathtaking that he felt sad and giddy. Come to think of it, no mare has ever made him feel much of anything; this new feral passion to claim her was new to him. His brother’s mate, the one he killed was very beautiful with her Arabian appearance, dainty hooves, little alert ears, a slim body and petite size and after looking back Marrok had not really liked her as much as he wanted to take something away from his brother. Now this female was all together different, he wanted her on a deeper level that went beyond the mere need to mate with her, to know his foals came from good blood. What need was this that plagued him, how the feeling wrapped around him once, twice, a third time until he felt he could not breath, the very idea making every part of him warm and ice cold. Just watching her made muscles ripple with the desire to move closer to her and there was this peculiar itching to out stretch his neck and nuzzle the side of her neck, to feel the soft crook of her cheek and to breath in her scent. Now, you might think all of theses feelings could bring the stallion down, in truth Marrok found each feeling to only be as powerful and strong as the horse wielding said power. Manipulation was his forte and he planned on winning no matter the cost. Then the beautiful black mare lowered herself beneath him and his heart did a quick flip. Without even thinking, he drifted closer, the heat between their bodied calling to him as if she were a beacon and he a lost ship. Just that small action, a clear submission was all he needed to claim her, to know she was his now, to take what he wanted and be damned everyone else. The mare complemented him in every way and yet he hoped prayed she was as wicked and evil as he was. That the sight of blood did not shy her away, that the scent of death and decay would not frighten her. He wanted so badly for her to be his. Then if you will, she proclaimed herself as being free, free of another stallion, no mate, no lover, and no prospects. He could call out to the gods, both above and below with his pleasure at knowing she was his if only right now in his mind. ‘No one has been worthy to take me… not until now… you are… the very essence of magnificence.’ Her voice fell on the shell of his ears like little sparks of desire, brushing and pulsing as he listened to her with an awe type gleam in his dark, empty eyes. Marrok hovered as still as the winds would allow him, muscles tightened, wings flapped slowly, using the wind currents to help keep aloft but he would have dropped to his death at that very moment, at the moment she lifted her velvet smooth nose to his chest. Deep gulps of air rushed into his lungs, icy and he could have sworn his lungs frosted over. That touch, soft and fleeting as it was prompted Marrok to drift closer to her and while he kept himself raised slightly above her he was still able to reach his own velvet white nose to hers. In be breathed, taking as much of her scent in that he could, he wanted to know her smell in a crowded herd, he wanted to be able to pick her scent out in a sea of thousands… millions. The touch was soft at first, a feather light brush but slowly he allowed himself to release a soft rumble that vibrated through him. Slowly, confidently Marrok stretched his neck and moved his nose along her cheek and to her neck where he nuzzled her softly and then said in a husky voice. “I want you, I want to claim you, to make you mine and allow no other stallion to claim you. The very thought of another touching you makes me insanely jealous. Be mine, say you will yield to me, promise you will be mine for as long as I have breath in my body.” He nuzzled her a little more, soft sounds of affection rumbling from his chest. “Yes… yes I will fly with you.” Reluctantly Marrok allow himself to drift back some, changing the angle of his wings so that the wind pushed him back a few feet. His dark, empty eyes never left her, never once drifted from her body, the dark shine of her coat that caught to moonlight and the stars as if they welcomed her in their embrace, much the same way they did with him. “After you my darling.” While he might have forced back the desire’s that rode him hard he had not lost that hungry expression as he watched her.

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[Shinjiru]

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/ShinTableMidBottom.png,true] Oh yes, he was dangerous... Every instinct was screaming at her to turn tail and flee; to leave nothing but a few loose feathers behind to flutter slowly to the earth far below. His stance, the sense of power... The way he acted so pleased as she lowered herself below him. Her assumption had been right, he wanted every single creature in the world to submit to him; to allow him to begin a tyrannical rule. As the Princess beneath a tyrant, things could so easily turn in a way that she was driven from her throne. But.. Hadn't she just given him the said throne? Given it up without a fight. And why...? Just because she felt something for him... She felt something that couldn't be ignored despite the ominous cloud of evil which seemed to hang around him. Yet the reason those feelings had emerged after being locked away so long... It would always be a mystery to her. But evil was not something that frightened her. She'd stared Evil directly in the eye on countless occasions. She'd challenged her own father's reign due to his treatment of her. She'd allowed other stallions to be lured by her beauty, then did nothing to help them when they tumbled from the air. She'd even encouraged it in a way, simply by inviting the said stallions to fly with her. They'd be outstripped... They'd lose everything... Their pride, their family, their friends... Their lives... Because she'd torn it away from them so that they too could feel at least a touch of what she suffered through. While she would never consider herself to be downright cruel and cold-hearted... There was times when she was exactly that... And though she could both see the crusted stains on his hooves, and smell the coppery scent of blood... Could tell in ways currently unknown to her that he was not one to manipulate... He wasn't one she could steal happiness, or anything really, from. Beauty and the Beast...? If that was the case... Which one of them fell into the category of 'Beauty', and which one fell into 'Beast'? No matter what angle she looked on, it seemed they could equally fit into both classifications... But that didn't mean they couldn't dance... That didn't mean no attraction or love existed between them... There was no more denying of that uncomfortably stone which had settled into her stomach. Here she was... Falling into only the second case of true attraction, falling victim to her desire to become his... Rather than making him become hers... Where would her lonely path lead now? Even if she turned and left without a word, he'd always be on her mind. She was like the Lotus Flower... Alluring and having an affect on those who consumed her beauty. They'd fall into a false sense of giddy joy, and state of mindless happiness... Then be lured to the hungry jaws of the Sirens... But this King before her... While he had taken the flower bait... He wasn't going to be the one consumed by the Sirens... He'd stamp them all flat without any difficulty or second thoughts... Exactly what would happen to her if she displeased him in any way. But there was no going back... She wanted him above all else now; even her silent pact to fly alone with Mother Moon every night... She'd have company... Hopefully... A ripple of fire seemed to explode within her face, dazzling her with the painless flickering shine. The deadly angel had touched her cheek, moving to her neck ever so gently. Directly in front of her, she could smell his wondrous scent. It was the aroma of the wildest places in existence; fire and ice seemed to coexist within the King. She could feel the muscles which twitched in shock from contact, her wings almost froze for a second too long as she struggled to restart the stone heart which seemed to had halted. But no... It hadn't faltered.. It had merely accelerated to a rate she had never felt before, and the feeling of its life pounding had been momentarily forgotten. The gleaming eyes had closed as she savored his touch, her heart now skipping beats as the ears twitched forward to the sounds rising from her Stallion's throat. Unconsciously, similar sound had begun to seep from her own throat; quiet and unfamiliar. Never before had she felt this way in the presence of another. It was with difficulty she managed to pick his words. “I want you, I want to claim you, to make you mine and allow no other stallion to claim you. The very thought of another touching you makes me insanely jealous. Be mine, say you will yield to me, promise you will be mine for as long as I have breath in my body.” There was no hesitation as her graceful movements as she lifted her head, the velvet muzzle running from his chest up to the top of his neck; her mane brushing against his own nose. The voice was soft, but audible; and it rang with a sincerity that had come unbidden; like so many other things within the past few minutes. "I will be yours, my handsome Prince... When your final breath leaves in the distant future, mine will fade with yours... Where you go after life, I will always be by your side..." That was it, she was bonded now... Until Death itself ripped him from her. She had abandoned and left others to die, she had fled her own herd as a yearling. But there was no escape from this King. Tyrant or not, she would rule with him; Night was no longer hers... But theirs. Whatever beast that lay dormant within her suddenly awoke, roaring in anger and writhing at the sudden lack of contact. He had drifted away from her, the ravenous monster's maw gaped wide in a silent wail of sorrow. But... She was his... It was the first they'd touched, and it wouldn't be the last... The demon was calmed by that thought, and it settled back into a resting state; though no longer completely dormant. He was ready to fly with her... Normally, it would have been a test to see if he was even worth her gaze... But she already knew he rose far above her own worth. If anything, she should be grateful that he even bothered to spare her a glance, let alone a partnership... A gleam of mischievous play entered her gaze as they feasted over the stallion. The large wings, which had been moving very little until then, suddenly lashed through the air as she propelled herself toward him, the shining feathers tilting so she would come to be at his left side in a second; facing the opposite direction. In an almost 90 degree angle, the right wing dropped while the left rose. She was swooping into a slow loop, her back now directly above his as the slender hooves seemed to touch the endless blue-black expanse above. She lingered there, upside down, as long as he was beneath her; the long neck arching down so that she admire every bit of him. The graceful curve of his neck, the muscular shoulders, the smooth flank, the shine of silvery light on his white skin, the powerful hindquarters, and the tip of the feathery tail which billowed out behind him. He was... More than magnificent. No words could describe him... The loop was completed swiftly then, a full circle around her Majesty; her own wings barely missing his through long years of practice. She would then level out into a smooth glide, long wings extended to their great length. It was a daunting thought as to what she'd do once on the ground... But nothing could be done. The Princess made no attempt to slow her flight for him, she wasn't moving at her top speed anyway. He'd have no trouble at all joining her. But of course... She'd end up dancing around him yet again, more more moves than a simple loop. Perhaps tight spirals, those were always fun... And downright impossible anyone but her, as far as she knew at least. But for now... she wanted only to feel him next to her, to revel in the presence that most others would find ghastly and avoid at all costs. She on the other hand, would absorb every wisp of that cruel aura...

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