do i have your attention? [OPEN]

[Ranjit]

Җ S p e c t o r a l e Җ

The scent of the forest was primordial; the loam was rich and upturned from various animals moving through it; leaves, fresh from the spring, were sprouting on the limbs of the trees; the wind brought the scents from the plains and from the mountains. Birds flittered from branch to ground, snagging some twigs and any other sort of bedding that could be used in nests, such as the shedded fur off of animals. A myriad of anmials scurried along the ground; a rabbit nibbled on a small leaf, while not too far behind it, a fox's cunning gaze watched. High over head, in a pitch black sky, thunderheads, dark and laden with their load of rain, roiled and slammed into one another. Now and then, a flare of lightning would light up the midnight dark sky, illuminating the forest and sending a thrill of fear throughout the animals that leapt, ran, and scurried about. Thunder would rumble, low and soft, a siniste lullaby, in the distance; the clouds threatened, but never actually released their rain.

The steed came out of the forest, beastial and wicked in his appearance. The mist that swirled around the ground made it appear as though the stallion floated along, dark pinions never touching the sod as his sleek chassis moved. Delicate, flared nadars allowed nasal passages to draw in the scents of the forest, taking in the smell of the coming storm, ready at any moment to set forth its fury upon the land, the pale, salmon hued innards within the nostrils showing in the ever-darkening light. A slow flicker of a solitary auditorial canal atop his pallid, shapely skull drew in the scream of a bird, high overhead, wheeling in an attempt to outrun a far larger bird of prey. His alabaster hued coat gleamed almost silver in the slight light, but it was the oculi settled within the crateors of his visage that was the most terrifying thing about him; ethereal in appearance, ghastly to behold, they flared a brillant emerald green, almost alien in their appearance.

To say that he was not handsome was a lie; moonwashed fur covered lithe muscles, framed over sturdy bones. He was tall, lean, with a handsomely carved countenance; in the day, his orbs would glow a pale, metallic silver, a rather attractive hue. But he was a silent being, rarely, if ever speaking, and all but devoid of feelings. Articulations, when exuded, would be formed in that of a monotone, though with a deep tone. Yes, he was a handsome creature, but was a terrifying one. As cannons carried his form to a halt, serpentine nape lifted itself so that his oculi could sweep over the land, taking in the misty landscape and the tall, twisted trees. To him, it was sanctuary; he had been slipping, wraihlike, through this land since he had arrived in this place. It was peaceful and safe, and it was where he intended to start his herd. As the thought we through his mind, jaws unhinged and a screeam erupted from his vocal cords, shattering the silence. A claiming call, a challening call. This land was his.

Word Count .:. 528
Character .:. Spectorale
Muse .:. Shit
Notes .:. Typoy because my fingers hurt like fuck and I dont even give a shit. Open.

i know the way you've been l i v i n g

[Reta]

ASTAIRE;


her black eyes followed the shape of the nearest tree, it's trunk twisted
and bark rough and thick with age. then her eyes slipped up the trunk of
the next tree - it's trunk was twisted and it's bark rough and thick with
age. all the trees looked the same. except that one - that tree over there
- it had an ancient hole in it's trunk. the home of an owl, or a squirrel, or
a raccoon, or some kind of forest creature. and the ground, you couldn't
even see the ground through the fog. this forest was covered in
pockmarks in the ground and huge old roots jutting from the ground, it
was a wonder she could navigate her way through without breaking a
leg.

astaire had her ears pricked forward, as far as they would go, listening
intently. every now and then she could hear the flutter of bird's wings, or
the soft scuttling of a rabbit. she had her head lowered almost to the
level of her knees, trying to see the ground and avoid the roots
threatening to trip her. she paused immediately and cringed outwardly
as she heard a deeply masculine cry split through the air. several birds
let out alarm cries in return and fled in a panicked flight. she didn't
move for a few seconds, trying to pinpoint the direction of the call when
she saw an eerie, spectral figured standing through the trees. he was
almost glowing. she visibly shuddered as some hot emotion she didn't
recognize poured through her**. she closed her eyes to think for a
moment.

should she ask for a place in his new herd? would he be like her old
patriarch? would she ever be able to get away from him if she decided
to meet him? as small as these questions where, astaire thought they
were life and death. she'd never be able to survive normally if she didn't
join a herd. she wouldn't make it on her own. so, while her head was
screaming at her, she changed her path and headed towards the
ghost.

the mare tossed her head in a nervous fit. her black mane whipped
through the air, stinging a bit on her fore face. she squeezed her eyes
shut, trying to keep focused and not lose her nerve. she could feel that
her coat was sticky with sweat and humidity, leaving a gross,
suffocating feeling with her. moisture beaded up on the skin around
her eyes and the flesh of her lips and nostrils. the forest's air made her
mane and tail stringy, as well. she kept telling herself that this was for
the best, but as the white grey stallion grew larger as he got closer,
astaire felt like at any second she would flee. but.. she swallowed hard
and pushed all the fear and anger, hate and anxiety, and even that little
bit of hope down to the pit of her stomach. what was left was a smooth
expanse of visibly calm horse. on the outside, anyway. she was
prepared to meet this ghostly bastard.



**no, she's not horny. it's a mixture of fear and anger.
I'M ABOUT TO SEE A MILLION THINGS
I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SEE BEFORE AND
I'M ABOUT TO DO ALL THE THINGS
I'VE DREAMED OF AND
I DON'T EVEN MISS YOU AT ALL;

[Ranjit]

Җ S p e c t o r a l e Җ

The screamed cry of challenge and claim had not yet died from the air as the stallion dropped his skull down, twin towers lacing back against his sleek poll. Nasal passages flared open as the beast drew in a huge breath of air, extending the air sacs that hung in his chest. Cardiac muscle flexed and throbbed against his semi-circle of ribs, pushing blood through his system of veins and arteries. The beast stood perfectly still, serpentine arched, caudal flared out, stance hard and dominating. He was listening, auditorials flexing back and forth to catch the sounds of his forest. There were no sounds of a call back and therefore, the beast laxed his stance. Less than a minute later, as he was readying himself to turn away and head deeper into the land, a loud boom of thunder shook the stud's form, sending him skittering to the side in shock.

A downpour of rain suddenly unleashed upon the land, slamming down into the pale coat of the stallion. Plastering audits to his poll again, the stallion lashed his heavy banner, stomping the sod in fury as he turned slowly, pausing as a sound came to him. A stillness came to hold him, listening with perfect stillness as he caught the sounds of something moving closer. The rain drowned out the sound of it, covering his body with the water and laying his mane and tail to his form. Giving his skull an irritated shake, the bastard spun around, ethereal oculi cutting through the forest until he spotted the form of a female, standing not too far from him. Beast flared open nadars, staring at the femme silently. If he was capable of emotions, he might have felt embarrassed to have been caught freaking out over the rain, but he felt nothing. No tingle of faint curiousity, no interest.

Beast fluttered an audit forward, acknowledging the mare silently. A few slow steps were taken in her direction, coming to a halt some two yards from her. Skull canted slightly to the side, so that the thick tresses fell away from his throat. She was a beautiful creature, he decided, slender and graceful, but he sensed the nervousness. A slow dip of his handsome skull and throat granted her his quiet respect, and after a moment, soft vocals emitted from his jowls. "Hello, vixen. My name is Spectorale. You are in my terrain. May I offer you shelter in exchange for your name?" His whisper was flat and devoid of emotion, monotone and empty of everything. His skull rose slowly back up, ethereal orbs staring into her own silently.


Word Count .:. 440
Character .:. Spectorale
Muse .:. Ghey
Notes .:. So polite xD

i know the way you been livin'

[Reta]

ASTAIRE;


astaire was so wound up on the stallion that she heard the rain hitting
her body before she even felt it. for a moment, she was confused. her
ears swiveled about and then pinned to her nape, and her head jerked
upward. rainwater poured down her body, snaking down her legs in tiny
rivulets and streaming from her underbelly and her chin. her light
creamy tan coat darkened to a brown color with wetness. her black
strands cling desperately to her face and neck and entangled around
her black tipped ears. the rain actually felt nice. it wasn't so damn hot
and muggy. it cooled her skin, which was abnormally hot due to the fact
that she was so nervous and her blood was coursing through her
swollen veins so quickly.

the buckskin dove looked at the ghostly bastard just as his ethereal
green eyes had laid on her. she scowled without even meaning to. she
fought to control her emotions. her nostrils twitched like and acrid scent
had flooded her senses. her ears pinned against her neck. but the
stallion just looked, which took her by surprise. so she just looked him.
really looked. his eyes really were exceptionally beautiful, and the blank
void of his pale face made her curious. her ears relaxed, but quickly
went back to their pinned position when she saw him take several
steps closer to her. she watched him lower his head in quiet respect,
and she was too shocked to do the same.

for a moment, astaire thought about rejecting his offer of shelter in
exchange for her name and just leave without saying a word. or maybe
tell him to shove it and then leave. but his flat voice, and his void-like
face really intrigued the distrustful mare. she was quiet for a moment,
just looking at the strange creature. he was very different, but he was
still a stallion. he existed the same way her captures existed. but his
eyes were blank, and their eyes were full of malice. she tried to look
right through him the way he looked right through her, but she couldn't
get past the emotionless mask. or maybe it wasn't a mask. maybe all
he felt inside was nothing at all.

"my name is astaire," the buckskin said,
speaking louder than usual so that the sound of the pouring rain
wouldn't drown out her voice. nothing about taking up the shelter. she
figured it was given that she wanted to stay here since she said her
name and stayed put. she openly stared at spectorale, almost
enthralled by him. she didn't care that it was weird or rude. she'd never
seen anything like him, and if anything he was the weird one.