let me die, cause i'll never sleep alone. [open]

[J-Bry]

he's got fasting black lungs
made of clove splintered shards
they're the kind that will talk
through a wheezing of coughs

The grand lands of Cyprenaea were currently in a long delayed April shower. It was pouring now, but the black stallion didn’t have a hint of urgency in his strides. His forelock plastered to his face, water dripping off of him at every curve; the cool downfall was refreshing during the midsummer night. With no moon to guide him, he relied on the wind, like a senseless leaf in the autumn; he drifted around slowly, going where the strong current took him.

Since his claim of it, Daedalus had grown very fond of the silent territory, and even moreso these solitary times in the middle of a rainstorm. It was so… chilling, to stand alone in the rain. With only the thunderclaps, and his heartbeat. And his song. With only the sound of the pound of water, the moaning wind, the sound of the heat escaping his body and fogging the night air. Someone who hadn’t experienced unhappiness just wouldn’t understand. Only one with a corrupt mind, that had been soiled like Daedalus’ at such a young age, could see the true beauty, or value, behind it. That just had to be the best part of Cyprenaea; the serine, unspoiled divinity of it all.

As the storm carried on, the shire ghost eased beneath the oak. Its arms stretched for what seemed like miles around him; the water was trapped and couldn’t breach its dense leaves. Settling comfortably, the skull-masked brute sent a discerning eye across the territory, and fortunately with nothing to report. The stillness came slowly.

[and when the sun turned red;]

He awoke with a start, but either way he felt refreshed and fully content. As he slogged through the mud-laden ground beneath him, Daedalus knew that today held nothing more except contemplation and alone time. Maybe a few hooks and bridges of that lullaby again--most definitely, actually.

Not surprisingly, he was greeted with the familiar silence, but the post-storm sky was clear and guaranteed a lovely day. Once the ground dried up, he might go wandering again, or just hang around and do nothing like he always did. Spotting a suitable place to graze, the stallion began to crop out the grass mechanically, thinking, lazily dozing in the warmth of the morning sun.

ooc
'tis DaeDae... if you hadn't noticed already xD; Kinda ramble-y. Gayness... hope I got the point across, anyway.

[Adelina]

The cool rain had poured throughtout the night as the dark shadow slunk across the hillsides surrounding the plateau of land below. As the shade reached a large, lonely oak tree and gazed down towards the land another of her own could be seen and even from the distance she guessed that it was the ruler of the lands. Adelina knew then that she should leave as there was little to hide her from the others gaze but exhaustion was causing her to droop and there was no way that the noble mare would be able to make her way away from the hills his night. She nosed around in the grass for some time before settling as close to the tree as possible. She knew she must lie and sleep as she had not done so in some time all she could do was pray that no predators came to this open place as she lowered herself down and allowed sleep to overtake her.

Silence drops and the full moon shines
No stars can be seen in the black of night
The reds seep into the darkness
Dawn over silent fields

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As light found it's way into the skies of the silent lands, the shaded mare allowed her eyes to flicker open lazily and she slowly made her way to her feet, placing her legs beneath herself to lever upwards. A soft breeze blew in the dew misted dawn, whipping her mane and tail about her soft features. The ground beneath her was soft but harder than that in the plains at the base of the hills. She looked over to spot the shadow from the night but she could not spy anything. Allowing herself to relax momentarily she lowered her head to graze the lush grass. Maybe it had simply been another wanderer last night and these lands were not claimed and so in being here Adelina was safe.[/size]

OOC: Sorry it's been a while since I last RPed a horse, hope it's ok

[J-Bry]

with him in the ground,
I SEE
promises I have broken
shadows creep along the window

Daedalus had been awake since the sun had first graced the hilltops, and had been warmed by its light for a couple of hours now. The rain had masked out any scents from the night before, so he was clearly unaware that Adelina was just awakening beneath the tree. Slowly, with a nonchalance about his demeanor, he drifted about, grazing and dozing. It certainly was relaxing, this lifestyle. Today, though, he felt a bit bittersweet, per se; the quiet was kind of lonely. He longed for company today. Although he was unaware, he was in for a spell of luck, and that luck started to boil up as he began to wander closer to the oak.

Coming down from a different angle, which blocked his sight from the other side of the tree where Adelina was conveniently grazing, the shire stallion walked surprisingly light for something so big--until he came around the corner and saw the mare grazing there. She was turned away from him, obviously relaxed and fully engrossed with her cropping of the grass. Dae tensed up, and his heart began to flutter nervously. What if he accidentally scared her? What if she ran away? There was no way he could get another pretty mare like her to come back, and right now he was afraid his skull-like mask would create a bad impression towards her. Oh God.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t see you there!” The words came out before he could stop himself. Before she whipped around--he suspected she would--he added, stuttering violently, “I-I ca-can leave you here, if- if you w-w-want me to… I-I’m r-really s-sorr-y!” He sounded like a little boy, scared half to death that his daddy was gonna whoop him. Which he was really, but he just grew into an awkward silence, and Daedalus backed away slowly. What was he doing? If he left, she would probably run off. She was a pretty girl and he was just a nervous wreck who was going to let her pass him by. But he couldn’t blame her if she did run off; he was ugly and scared even himself. He was almost trembling.