f r e a k s h o w is in t o w n $ All Time Low #

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Disappearing Act #12

&&l i v e love l a u g h&&


Nothing anyone could do will hurt more than this..... this burning agony that engulfs my soul, it is Hell fire burning through my veins, mixing with my Gypsy Vanner blood, it is venom snaking through my system...... it is justice to be repaid. The Reaper, the Reaper, why won't he come already? God, doesn't he see how much pain I am in? Doesn't he see that I am literally begging for death? Does he not see me...? Do I have to scream louder....? My voice won't work though, maybe it's because I am already screaming, I don't know, maybe it is because my jaw is broken.... Oh God, don't let my jaw be broken, I'll die! Well, right now that would be relief from the currents of paralyzing pain, but, oh, why me? I feel my eyelids droop, but I'm still screaming, I think, don't I need to breathe? Whats happening? Darkness showers my senses, yes, I think, my eyes are closed, but my harks ring from the torrents of high-pitched sounds that splash against my eardrums..... I continue to scream.

I awake with a jolt, my own screams echoing in the cavern that I lie in, pulverizing my dreaming state and wrenching me back to life. That dream again..... That horrid, agonizing dream that came after Lil's death..... It haunts my thoughts as I struggle to my feet, large, worn saucers clicking against the cool rock, only visible when the tossed white feathers around each leg is flicked into the motion of my long-strided walk. Creamy flaxen whip slashes the air behind me in anger, why does this memory continue to haunt my unconscious being? I see no sense in it, dragging painful thoughts and long-ago actions to the surface so I can relive it again, it just doesn't seem right.... Of course I know that I couldn't have done anything different to save darling Lil, I myself was in excruciating pain whilst that damned cougar repeatedly slashed at her pregnant belly, cutting her open one claw at a time, ignoring my good-as-dead carcass that lay on the sand just meters away. Why Lil..... I will never know, but I will always hold her in my thoughts when I see the uneven scars that play across my spine like corset ribbon, making it hard to breath as emotions choke up my throat. No, I must focus on the present, not dwell in the past while I have so much life to live and so much happiness to give, I must move on, no matter if it feels like I'm forgetting my best friend. A silent wind licks the mouth of the cave once I emerge, bringing with it the deep aroma of blood and sweat, the heart-wrenching sounds of young fae's sobbing and the pulse-pounding shouts of angered brutes, all carried so innocently on one little river of air, all so dangerously seductive. It's a wonder that I haven't been noticed yet, for I have been residing in Amour Paisable for two days, floating from one empty cave to another, sleeping little and eating even less. As I dare say, I am inhabit a fairly flashy bodice, all thick mane, tail, forelock, and feathers, my coat being of rich liver chestnut, sprinkled with honey colored dapples. I am no stunner, that is for sure, but I am fair enough to be looked at, for my icy blue chambers are at such a stark contrast to my figure that they are like magnets, sorrow and determination written behind the veil of mystery. My screaming must scare everyone off, I think quietly, stopping on a rocky outcropping that overlooks a shallow canyon and sighing, admiring the barren sight in a lazy fashion.[/center]

[Raine]

Unless you got permission to use this piece of work from Aomori from dA then you will not be allowed to use it. In the end Hysteria takes the blame for this copyright. So I have removed the image, and given you a warning. Sorry to be a bore but at leastt you know for next time.

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Montana



Montana dragged his injured bod upon the cold rocks,He had been in a fight as usual,He had won but he now had scars,All of a sudden his hooves clattered against the rocks.He had slipped and landed on his knees 'Damn it!' His mind shouted,The sudden pain not making things better.He jolted back upright and kept walking.Till he soon reached somewhere to rest and drink,He lowered his head to drink,His rugged mane drooping over his eyes.

His skewbald coat covered in scars which were bleeding almost staining the white patches red,He stepped into the cold blue liquid it stung but he didn't care.He stood there for a while before looking up and seeing the liver chestnut mare.Though he didn't believe in love she was a gorgeous colour.He did not dare to show any adoration though it would ruin him.Montana trudged out of the water and stood to dry off but his blue eyes kept glancing at the vixen 'what the hell am i doing,I'm not suppose to love anyone,ugh' He angered himself getting annoyed with his thoughts which started to race with thoughts 'but she's so pretty' His thoughts really confusing him 'Oh just shut up will you' He shouted at himself.He now tryed to ignore the mare and his thoughts.

Montana tryed to trot along the rocks to move further away but he just hurt himself more so he started to walk,He walked to the waterfall and watched the water pouring off the edge of the cliff holding it,He drank some more water it was cold,He had also dried off now and the blood from his scars seemed to have stopped,His eyes still kept taking glances at the mare his mind still wanting to annoy him,He shook the thoughts out of his head wanting it to stop.He soon found a cave perfect he could go to sleep.He walked over slowly and once he was there he had laied down to try and sleep.Montana soon drifted off into a light sleep but his dreams somehow took over,He was dreaming about the liver chestnut vixen who he couldn't get out of his mind,He dreamt of them running in a field happily.But that couldn't be possible with him he was evil and didn't care for love.Or maybe he does.He woke up he was frustrated and didn't know what to do.To either talk to the mare or leave.His mind wanted both.He soon made a choice 'i'll just go see what she's like and nothing more' He picked himself up and started to go to the mare.Reaching her he noticed more of her beauty the dapples her blue eyes.

He tryed to speak but he was to lost in her looks.But he soon pulled himself together and said 'hello vixen,I am Montana,And you are?' He said in deep vocals but not to sound like some pychopath.'why are you here?' He asked but this was a more soft voice and an answer he'd like to hear.

word count;487
notes;not as good as yours but i tryed i guess btw i made Montana's image

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Disappearing Act #12

&&l i v e love l a u g h&&

The wind is harsher from where I stand, blowing back my thick white feathers, creamy ribbon, wavy tressles, and cascading whip, filling my harks with a dull roar. A strange calmness sweeps across me, something that I can not explain, and I cock a hind hoof, cranium held low, for I am suddenly tired, despite my terrorizing nap just minutes before, but that is to be expected, my heart rate probably never slowed as I thrashed and screamed about. It is because of these two things, the wind and the sleepiness, that I do not pick up on the presence of another starring at me right away, my thoughts wander with the air currents and most of my senses are muted, but a strangle cackle of the oxygen that I breath in suddenly jerks me back to reality in time to catch the white-splattered beast's lyrics; Hello vixen, I am Montana, and you are? A pause, Why are you here? Whirling to face this newcomer Montana, blue eyes wide with tense fear, my jug jerks into the air-filled void and my pink nares flare, gathering his scent. Why does he take interest in me? I am a nobody. I'm not even worth much recognition, but he insists on talking..... It's been so long since I last had an actual conversation that I take a minute to find my tongue before spurting words for him to hear. "Oh! Um, I am Disappearing Act #12, but well, call me Dima, if you must." My voice is soft, lilting, and singsong-y compared to his rough vocals, aiding my appearance from laid-back to submissive, the childish words ringing against my head for a moment before I speak again. "Because I don't want attention." Did I just say that out loud? In answer to his why are you here? Oh god, I am hopeless, aren't I? Words just slip from my muzzle like raindrops from a cloud, for I am a horrid liar, most of the lyrics I say are true, much like the ones I just spoke. With a huff I turn my head back out to look across the canyon, crystal gems veiled with wonder as I take in the rocky sight once more.[/center]

occ~ you made his image? I can't figure that shit out at all hehe xD It's a wonder that I can get onto the Internet sometimes, much less make a picture for my horse ^.^

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