§ S.tare in W.onder § {Manifesto}

[Random]

{look, here she comes now}

Faithful chalky limbs carried the lithe mare throughout the land, her steps so swift it was if she were only a blur. A ghost perhaps, haunting the living until they followed her to the world of death. Though thankfully Nerina remained alive, and preferred to stay that way also. The only reason for those thoughts were due to the fact of her fair hued pelt that was currently stained a cloudy gray because of the rain that fell heavily on her physique, her alabaster tresses clinging to her immaculate hide of the same hue. Most despised this time of year, the teardrops from heaven almost never ceasing to stop. Though she thrived in it, relishing the feel of the small drops slithering down her hide. Though this shouldn't be of such a surprise, due to her marine nature and lineage.

{bow down and stare in wonder}

However her past isn't of any importance, relatively uneventful to be honest. It the future that interested her, and it seemed all too promising as her delicate nares picked up the scent of a stallion. Stallions to be more exact. Mares also, though that impressed her far less. She had never took a liking to mares, even though she was one of them. But she was different, she was better. But stallions, well that is a whole different story. She lived and breathed for stallions, they were her life through and through. Although she never cared about one in particular, that is. The spunky vixen took pride in her ability to seduce then precede to throw away her suitors and gawkers. Though her journeys had never took her to a place where harder prey resided. And she had most definitely never experienced what it felt for her to be the prey. For in reality she was only a naive filly who's life was only but a constant game.

{oh, how we love you}

Her pace lessened, in attempt to buy the time to use all five senses she retained to scape out the land she had wandered into. Twin aquamarine pools gazed out at the field below her, watching to see if there were any stags running amok below. To her dismay they were not, though instincts told her they visit here often. But what did peak her interest were the peculiar stones that were scattered about the area almost randomly. So ivory daggers resumed a forward movement, sinking in the sodden soil below. After only a few paces she found herself in the center of the mysterious field surrounded by the mysterious stones. She knew many equines visited here, though any history or rhyme and reason to he place was lost to her. And for that reason she didn't keep her guard up, for she thought she was merely searching out her prey, though inwardly not expecting one to show up. Streams of aqua rolled down her stainless pelt and her boa dipped smoothly in order for pearly whites to delicately grab the emerald stalks below. Only sustaining her daily needs and wasting time 'til auds heard the sound of dullened hooves beating the saturated ground below.

{no flaws when you're pretending}

OoC||haha...I'm lazy. Just copied and pasted and added a few things...hopefully it's not too bad. And I'm pretending it's a fluke summer rain or something, because again too lazy to completely re-do the post from Spring to Summer xD.

[coco]

xxx MANIFESTO xxx

Everything went numb when he stumbled upon what he thought
Was going to be another means to the end
Silence

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Painted, bloody stalks crushed the swaying green grasses almost uncaringly as the slender chestnut frame pushed through the neutral lands. Crown was lifted high into the vast, blue expanse. To another being, this animal looked normal. A stunningly chestnut Arabian dancing through the fields. Nothing could seem more normal, yes? Wrong. Manifesto smiled, small rhymes dancing around his head. Find the maid all forlorn... He murmured, the truth spitting out of the maw. Find the maid all forlorn with a face of plaster and a crown of thorns... He nodded, as if talking to the god who spat those words at him many a season ago. A light summer rain splattered upon the deep orange pelt, splashing down his sides and flying away with the winds. Along with his sanity.

Mares and stallions dotted the lands and Mani frowned. He had no master to serve. Well, he almost did...but that stallion was long gone. Perhaps his tongue of rawhide greed had gotten the better of him. The insane stallion slowed his fanatical pace, heart thumping in the barrel and echoing through the twin harks. The world seemed to have rejected the russet stag, spat him out only to be chewed up again by the cruel animals residing in it. Find the maid all forlorn with a face of plaster and a crown of thorns... The stallion murmured, an insane smile stretching the lips of his face. There was a alabaster maid standing right before him. Big, black eyes hungrily took in the pearly sight. She was like an angel from the terrors of his aqua lies...

"And thy will present herself as an antidote to the lies of the aqua." He nodded, excitement running his mind ragged. "Maid, you've no master..."

Sirens
It all went down like his nightmare the night before
I don't want to hear
I don't want to be near
I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Random]

{look, here she comes now}

Greedy ivories snatched up more delicate stalks, chewing them with vigor while swirling them around in her mouth to savor the taste. Finally came the swallow, though the long awaited sound of daggers sloshing forward in the muddy grass entered into her sensitive harks and she lost the satisfaction of the grass sliding down her throat. A smile of disastrous intent played on her maw, though she carefully molded a replacement of friendly nature. This was not a time to be careless, and she needed to prepare herself with the little time that remained before the eager stallion stood but a mere few feet from her. She slowly rose her glistening serpentine, aqua pools catching sight of the stag of such a firey hue that she was actually taken aback a moment. Something that she had only experienced a few times previous to this one, but she quickly collected herself once again, or so she thought. Surprised to find her jowls open and exposed she quickly clamped them shut, brows furrowing in self contempt.

{bow down and stare in wonder}

As he continued to come hither she readied herself mentally to make sure she was ready for the game that she was about to play, and oh yes she was. Her muscles tensed, though not to the point to which it was visibly unattractive, just so she didn’t seem like the easy and stupid type that was completely relaxed around a total stranger. He now stood a few paces away, and for now she made no effort to close the distance. Rather she awaited for words to spill from his handsome maw before she did likewise. But all that he spoke were some crazed mumblings, excited words running together speaking about some sort of antidote to aqua? Bright pools widened in confusion, but before she could vocalize her bemusement he sprouted more words, ones slightly more sane yet still jumbled with courtesy and words foreign to the naïve mare. Master? She thought, visibly bewildered. Long ago had she lost any charm that she prepared to seduce him with.

{oh, how we love you}

“No, no one is master over me,” she confirmed, hopefully understanding his words right and answering them as so. Her plan had backfired; she hadn’t expected a handsome stallion such as himself to be insane. But of course that was oddly to be expected in the odd world she lived in, the good-lookin’ ones always have a fault. In his case he apparently lost his mind, or maybe she just needed to learn his language. Could she still salvage this opportunity? “What may be these lies of aqua you speak of my lofty lord?” she asked, trying to thread her words in the way he had, though failing miserably. She barely understood what she was even asking, but decided to take a stab at it anyhow. Apparently only the truly mentally ill could speak as such, yet she was still proud of her attempt and over-all performance. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all…

{no flaws when you're pretending}

[coco]

xxx MANIFESTO xxx

Everything went numb when he stumbled upon what he thought
Was going to be another means to the end
Silence

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The dished face fell a few centimeters at this sudden realization that this mare had no master to speak of. Well, it was a possibility, but there was no recognizable stallion scent upon her angelic hide which sent poor little Manifesto's mind spinning. The elders had indeed spoken of a forlorn maid. But he seemed to have some degree of trouble with remembering whether or not she would have a master. Eventually, her master would be him and she would hold the cure to the gruesome lies of the forsaken aquarian tribes. Until the mare could, he'd just play his twisted little game.

Looking up with all seeing orbs, the stallion found himself taking in a deep breath, nares taking gulps of her delectable scent into account. Bloody red coat shimmered in the mid morn sun, which was now peeking out through the dark grey clouds. Or attempting to, anyways. Manifesto didn't really mind the rain. It was hard, driving most of the time. But the occasional light shower left the marauder refreshed more than some seemed to think so.

"If you've a crown of thorns, than perhaps you'd be maiden. But forlorn, nie. I believe not."

Deep, questioning orbs washed over the blindingly white pelt with interest. He had not seen this color of this shade on an animal since...well...ever. 'Twas though the lord's finger had doused her as a child, given the babe wings and sent her on her heavenly ways. But the words breathed from that delicate maw told Mani that this angel was not pure. Her crown held some sort of devilish delight that made him tingle with all sorts of wonder. "'Till then, maid, what did they scream at you?" He paused, the insane smile drifting over his maniac features. His throat rumbled as the calling sounded from this 'chords in a low rumble of which they were presented to him in.

"Manifesto, maid. Manifesto is what they screamed at me."

Sirens
It all went down like his nightmare the night before
I don't want to hear
I don't want to be near
I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Random]

{look, here she comes now}

Such a pity the stag really was, as even the subtle movements of his face made the mare's usually steady heart skip a beat or two. Handsome was even an understatement, something that she realized when turquoise optics gazed out at him under a sheath of ivory strands stuck together by aqua. Her banner was long and light, something she prided itself when it floated so graceful when in movement. Like a feather falling down from the heavens, though this blessing also had its disadvantages when she stood still and it disrupted her vision. Though this was something she could most definitely still work, as she did when she oh so carefully flipped her boa so her cords went flying before settling again on her chalk hued pelt. Though this would have worked much better if not drenched to the core and flinging droplets about, something she momentarily let a sneer form on her facade though quickly wiping it off.

{bow down and stare in wonder}

Nonsensical lyrics entered her perked auds again, as her mind raced to try to decipher their hidden meaning. Crown of thorns? He couldn't mean it literally could he? Silent air escaped her nostrils in sudden frustration. He wanted forlorn? Well she would give that to him. She was already so desperate as to grasp at straws to salvage this meeting and turn it into something worth her time and efforts. Frustration was regrettably evident on her features, as with her twitchy tenancies. As with now she was softly stomping her rear dagger against the sodden grass below. Finally a sliver of success showed through as Nerina watched as his dark orbs glided over her slender physique. Her body was nothing to be ashamed of, and she was far from that. If anything she did what was possible to flaunt it without looking like a whore. Even if she was one, she didn't want to seem that way to her...interests. For she was just an innocent angel...with devlish intent. Verses spilled again from his elegant crown, and these she transferred into understandable words quite easily, even if she was slightly annoyed at the fact he never responded to her inquire.

{oh, how we love you}

"Manifesto," she spoke slyly, testing his name on her tongue. She quite liked how the s so easily slid off and she could wind her way so slowly to the to that ended his name. "They scream Nerina at me, oh yes," she replied with orbs glistening in past memories. Yes, they all screamed Nerina eventually...though in various ways. Usually in contempt, but she didn't judge much. "Now Manifesto, tell me what brings you here on such a rainy day," she continued trying to keep conversation alive. The more information she had about him, the more she could use against him in the end run. Plus, the easiest way to a persons heart is to listen more then speak, though that would be quite hard with his words. She didn't even attempt to twist her words in riddles like his anymore. It hadn't worked the first time, and she ended up not even understanding what she said herself. Normal lyrics would have to do, even if he replied in verses that confused her to near insanity.

{no flaws when you're pretending}

[coco]

xxx MANIFESTO xxx

Everything went numb when he stumbled upon what he thought
Was going to be another means to the end
Silence

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Big, dark orbs continued to dance over the angelic hide wondering how something so stunningly beautiful could be natural. Auds teetered forward on the elegant crown as the winds whispered his name. Her lips parted and breathed that cursing. The stag caught no hint of slyness, just the sound of his name and the way her tongue curled it into something that sounded mystically amazing. The way the goddess crafted the demonic blessing, like a blacksmith on a forge. Shining black daggers pulled the shimmering bodice forwards and closer to the heaven sent beauty.

"Nerina..." Came the lyrics, the hellion testing the name out for the first time. His insane thinking paused for a moment and the world seemed to slow for a minute. The heavens stopped splashing water unto the pair for that miniscule amount of time, the beads running ragged courses through the matted fiery hairs. When her next line of words poked through the rainy atmosphere, forgetting that moment in time where everything had been perfect. The manic thinking kicked into top gear again and Manifesto produced a sickening smile, nares lifting her scent up into his mind. "....antidotes." The stallion hushed, now poised mere feet from the alabaster bodice. Maw traced a soft line up her muscled back, eyes almost rolling back in his head at the pure smell of the mare. "And maidens.

The stallion stepped back, the agony rising in his throat. Mani mused silently, threads swishing in the gloomy airs. Her words were sharp like thorns and cut like daggers, but there was no forlorn look in her face. The sickening look in the black eyes fell into a confused one. There was a hint of something in her eyes but she spoke of no subtle sadness eating her away. Somehow, the stallion did not think that she would present herself to him. No master, either. No master, no forlorn, no crown. Sad...

Sirens
It all went down like his nightmare the night before
I don't want to hear
I don't want to be near
I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Random]

{look, here she comes now}

Patience was always wearing thin with this demanding fae, and this meeting was not out of the ordinary in that matter. She quite enjoyed the fact at how he seemed so utterly consumed with her beauty, and a grin started to appear on her delicate velvets. Still, although, she really just wanted him to stop speaking in riddles. It was becoming quite tiresome, and if she wasn't mistaken her brain was quite enjoying it either as it throbbed in pain. Aquatic pools of cerulean broke their gaze with his strong onyx optics and stared downward at the sodden ground. Disheveled ivory silks attached to her hindquarters gave a swift flick, signifying her dilemma and irritation. A soft puff of air left her maw as it accompanied her previous movement. Though she must persevere, no matter how much this bothered her. After all she hadn't met such a nice looking stag in quite a while. She always despised it when her body led her to seduce those ugly fellows, but they all resulted in the same thing-or that's the thought that got her through the hours anyway. This brujo, on the other hand, was quite a handsome fellow. Flamelick'd chassi shone attractively in the little sun that peaked through the clouds. Even drenched to the bone, he quite appealed to her desires. This rain was becoming quite a bother to her, impeding in her real beauty along with the stallions. So with a soft close of her alabaster lids she willed the heavens to cease their fire of liquid, and so they did. The rain stopped swiftly and although this was not be her control-the clouds swiftly shuffled away to reveal the drying rays of sunshine.

{bow down and stare in wonder}

Now that is much better, the achromatic fae thought with obvious pleasure tracing along her delicate features. His words interrupted self-praise, and excited thorns perked in curiosity as to his next words. Though they were only her own, as he seemingly tested her name just as she had done before. Small frown struggled to force out her smile, though she fought it off and tried to stay appear chipper-or whatever the hell she was attempting to do. She was losing her own concentration as this point, and slowly just shedding flaky masks and returning to her own vain self. More verses will spilled in quick succession though, and she could only assume they were in reply to her question. They still didn't make much sense although. Antidote, maidens? Cranium struggled to put words together to form some sort of recognizable theory. Was this maiden an antidote to something? But what? And he surely couldn't be talking about herself, although she was a maiden she clearly doubted she would be an antidote to anything. Because, of course, Nerina always likes to think she's some big bad evil bitch. Bitch, maybe. After all she isn't very pleasant in most situation, though honestly she was just a naive filly [in mind at least] trying to find her way in life. And this stag, although so intriguing, wasn't making it anymore easier with his riddles.

{oh, how we love you}

Sudden touch tracing down her spine snapped her attention back to reality, as she realized the mystery steed had already closed the safe distance that remained between them. Now he softly let his maw graze across her back in a way that almost surprised the unexpected femora. Lost in all her own thoughts and musing she hadn't realized he was becoming so...forward. A flicker or fear entered her, though she swiftly pushed this in the back of her mind and decided to enjoy the moment. Which she quite enthusiastically did, enjoying the tingling feeling his maw had left when he finally returned to his stance in front of her. Mmm, she definitely wanted more of that. Words were overrated anyway, why did she even need to know what the hell he was saying? "Hm, that explains everything," her milky velvets parted as she let her lyrics spill into the muggy air. Even as the rain had passed through her will, the aftereffects still remained. Interestingly enough tone wasn't sarcastic as it would usually revert to, rather it was spoken softly and almost seductively. As if the words were just a filler and it was her tone she spoke them in that really mattered, which it certainly was. Occs glittered in excitement at how things could possibly continue, and how damn ravishing this stud had suddenly become into her eyes.

{no flaws when you're pretending}

[So sorry it's so long, I really didn't plan on this much. It just came to me and I couldn't stop xD. Next post will definitely be much shorter, so no need to feel obligated to post anymore then usual. You're fine, ^^.]

[coco]

xxx MANIFESTO xxx

Everything went numb when he stumbled upon what he thought
Was going to be another means to the end
Silence

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The stag licked his lips, savoring the taste of the femora's delicate hide. Nares lifted her tantalizing scent, letting the smell drift down his throat. The all powerful burn in his chest surged with an uncertain ferocity. Rhymes danced with sickening speeds around the cranium telling him of the uselessness of mares. The maker made stallions kings of his lands for fairly various reasons, yes? Were stags not the superiors around here? Manifesto paused for a moment, the scent of Nerina still dancing around his maw. Confusion ate away at his sickened mind, delusion pulling hefty strings. Faes were only placed upon this dusty terra to pleasure the hard workers. Slaves to the ones that had crafted all they had out of their hooves. How dare they demand respect?

Yet, as the stallion began to work at the opaque pelt again, kissers parting and blowing air up her spine, Manifesto couldn't help but rejoice in this maiden. His tutors had demanded that all their followers were to remain vestal to the day they accomplished their set missions, but how would they know if he were to rip her pretty little chaste carpet out from her dainty hooves? After all, he had done that many a time before an no thunderbolt from the maker's hand was sent down to tear him to pieces. A opprobrious look smashed the devilishly handsome features at that thought. Crown of thorns seemed to appear on that mare, the dimly lit sky throwing handfuls of sunlight onto her angelic pelt. Prickly, vindictive spikes in the form of excited words rose from her velveteen kissers, slicing at the russet stallion."Maiden, let your knowledge be bestowed upon thee..."

Larnyx forced gravely words out into the damp atmosphere, right into the delicate white aud. Breath was hot on the clammy pelt, demonic voids peering out from under the waterfall of gleaming red threads. Manifesto crept closer, occulars washing over the creamy white texture. The brute kissed the albino skin, nares delighting in the stunningly delicious scents once more. "Profess your skills, bonne angélique."

Sirens
It all went down like his nightmare the night before
I don't want to hear
I don't want to be near
I do what I got to do just to keep my nose clean[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Random]

{look, here she comes now}

Crimson velveteens gently caressed her ivory hide, gliding over her spine and placing soft kisses on her immaculate canvas. She wasn’t use to this, being the one receiving the seduction and not providing it. Though she enjoyed it so much, and almost didn’t want it to stop. But the plaguing thought that this stag might not be the gentlest of equines was still ever present in her cranium. Nevertheless she didn’t deem herself the pleasantest either, but at least she knew how to speak properly. Crown was still held high, no pride or confidence left her vain self and she just waited for him to speak more riddles that she wouldn’t be able to make heads or tails of. Though before he could do so she noticed his face corrupted by some unspoken thought, and she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. She just hated not being in control, yet didn’t have the will-power to turn things around as of yet.

{bow down and stare in wonder}

More complex verses were spewed out of majestic mug, leaving her head reeling with thoughts as to what he might be hinting at. Knowledge? What knowledge did she have that was so special other then common sense…and her seduction skills. Could he be speaking of such things? Had he seen through her ever so thinly applied façade. Well, although this was a surprise to her, it actually shouldn’t. She thinks very highly of herself, too highly. This frequently clouds her view of things, as could be seen by any equine with two orbs. Soft puffs of breath were felt on her skin, moving up her the length of her bod until words were whispered into ivory towers. Was that a dare? Smirk crossed her maw as she broke her still stance and let her pillars glide over to face the bloodhue’d steed.

{oh, how we love you}

“Be careful who you call angel,” she purred with evident spunk now dressing her words. Ghostly pale velvets graced his glimmering hide, the sudden feel of heat on her lips momentarily distracting her. The air itself was hot, though the rain had considerably cooled the surrounding area down. She had never considered he might be of another element, and although new to these lands she felt a small instinctual part of her telling her that this would lead to no good. Though why ruin the fun now? Labias traced his every curvature about his sturdy frame, small though compact with muscle. Quite like herself. Now reaching his barrel she dipped her head to his underbelly and let her enamels graze smoothly against his hide. Not hard enough to shed skin, just a different sensation to be experienced by him. Now moving swiftly to his stifle she lifted her crown, now just letting her nares blow delicate whisps of air as she strode back to his serpentine in a slow fashion. “Am I to your likening, Manifesto?” she inquired, letting him feel the vibrations of her voice as she spoke into his cheek while gliding along the outline of his jowls. Maybe she could get use to his insane mumblings…

{no flaws when you're pretending}

OoC||I'm surprised at how this turned out with me having no muse...still not my best but I'll accept it XD.

[coco]

I wake up everyday it’s a daydream ;
Everythin in my life isn’t what it seems
I wake up just to go back to sleep ;
Cuz some think that I've
gone bonkers! yeah






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"post accidently deleted, because coco can be really stupid like that....."


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tag: Nerina
wording;; 0.00
character: Manifesto
his mood:. n/a
music: n/a
notes: incomplete

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[Random]

{look, here she comes now}

Alabaster maiden's nares took a deep intake of breath, the scent of soot swirling around in her nasal passages. After a moments time of savoring his scent she continued her delicate tracings of his jowls, moving slowly down to his boa and caressing the solid muscles that resided there. The stag quite obviously relished her suave movements, grin widening to an almost unnatural extent. Though he strangely seemed to be looking or something as his black occs scanned the horizon. A laugh erupted from crimson mug and the vix started to feel a bit uneasy, tingling sensation plaguing her innards as he started to circle her physique. Though these unwanted feelings were abandoned as she felt his hot tongue against her slick pelt, sending a different sensation flooding throughout her body. The sharp feel of enamels grazing delicate canvas broke her wash of pleasure for a moment, though that too was felt enjoyably.

{bow down and stare in wonder}

Vocals now sliced through the silent air, inviting spires perking to hear his riddles. Though surprisingly enough his words were clear and direct, not hard to understand at all. Was he, in fact, capable of sane speech? Well this just made things all the more better...Smile crossed opalescent fae's features as small tugs of ivory tresses was embraced and their boa's intertwined. Her tangled cords flicked flirtatiously at the flamelick'd suitor's hide as her aquamarine's danced over his enticing figure. Jowls opened to reveal pearls that carefully grazed the underside of his nape, teasingly nipping at the sensitive jugular before kissing it softly. It wasn't as if she was going to kill him or anything of the sort, she wasn't like that at all. She was just a tease in reality, although things were certainly starting to heat up rather quickly.

{oh, how we love you}

"Well then, what makes you delay the inevitable?" she called suggestively in reply to his previous words, letting her lyrics echo in his twin towers. Yes, things were certainly moving fast and she was just egging it on. A small chuckle followed her verses as the wicked grin remained on her features. Fair serpentine suddenly dipped, leaving her crown to face the terra they stood upon. Velveteens softly touched his pastern, then proceeded to glide up the length of his pillar. Occasionally tongue snaking out of plush to gloss over the shape of his bones, then retreating back to her trap. Dial moved gradually back to his visage where her sapphire pools gazed deeply into his own dark abysses. She wasn't quite sure if she was still in control of the situation or not, but she really didn't care. Something quite foreign for this femora, yet she didn't feel afraid. Maybe she put too much trust in this steed she had just met, and that could quite possibly be using her just as she was him. Though even if so, Nerina was lost in the moment and wouldn't be brought back to reality for quite some time.

{no flaws when you're pretending}

OoC||Yes, if that. haha.