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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 2, 2009 18:39:35 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ roxanna heard his words and they rang in her ears for the longest time. several minutes after his arms had left her waist. she could still feel the nearby presence of his head. she couldn't help herself anymore. she slowly turned around and her front was pressed against the front of his body. she wormed her arms around his waist and laid his head against his chest. she grumbled in mock begrudgingness, "oh gosh, my stupid packmule. but he's such a handsome, smart, sweet, loving packmule." a smile that seemed to brighten all the room lit her features. the corners of her eyes even crinkled.
"i love you sawyer. and i'm sorry. i might not have to leave...but that chance is slim to none. and if i do leave, i don't want this bitter taste in our mouths." she kissed him and sighed. she took a back a hand and rubbed her legs. she was getting cramps! she needed to stretch but she was so afraid that she'd strain the stitches and tear them open. she looked at sawyer and asked him with a whimpering tone in her tone, "can we walk?" she clenched her teeth and sucked the air in through the spaces in her teeth, as if she was in great pain again. which in fact, she was. these cramps were taking over all of her legs and her body was riddled with the normal pains that she had as soon as she woke up.
trembling again, she gripped sawyer's shoulder and tried to pull herself up but she just could not do it! she was so weak! tears of frustration leaked down her face as her hands tightened into fists. her body sagged back into the mattress and she looked away into the distance, not wanting to look at sawyer. she felt so stupid, so weak, so defenseless, worthless. she wanted dimitri to rot in hell for what he did to her and leelyn! those hot tears of anger were still surging down those high cheekbones, but they soon became tears of pain. she was in physical pain. she was hurting and she couldn't do anything about it! she was trapped in her own body.
leelyn just could not help the grin that was suddenly on her beautiful features. laughter was once again heard. "oh! well, i don't mind helpin' you 'member....that and some other things." her smile tilted upwards into a full cheshire cat grin, devious and mischevious. her eyes twinkled. she ignored her stomach roaring, not growling, at her. then, he answered her next question. oh, this was good! they were getting somewhere! she sputtered with laughter at his answer and then his shy apology. ooooh, he would lose his shyness not before too long. when a person lived with leelyn...they tended to becoming more bold and outgoing. alex was not going to be an exception...well, at least leelyn thought he wouldn't be.
what an odd thought. she was in love? she was in love! she was in a man she knew so little about, yet a man she admired so much. she knew of him in the sense that he expressed his thoughts and what he knew in actions. and actions spoke many times louder than words could ever be spoken. how weird was it that that instantaneous attraction leelyn had for alex would wind up being a silly little emotion known as love? wierd, indeed! but she didn't mind it, not at all. "sweetheart! you had every right to hold back yer feelin's....just not from me." she giggled and then winked at him. her stomach blabbered its opinion about the whole thing again. leelyn's hand went to her flat abdomen and she sighed.
she looked at roxanna and sawyer. she had been keeping an ear out to them. she knew most of what happened. and looking at alex, her brown eyes were glittering with worry concern, and love, for both him and her sister. "i think it's time i go get something to eat....care to help meh?" she gave him a slight smile and then raised up, giving him a kiss on the lips when she finally was in the sitting position her back hurt like she didn't know what. it burned and was so painful...but she wanted to walk. she wanted to beat this injury, even though it was beating her. she gingerly swung thin and muscled legs over the side of the bed and then used what arm strength she had to help raise herself. she went extremely slow, but she was on her legs and standing, no matter how wobbly her stance was.
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Post by Desert on Sept 2, 2009 21:58:54 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Somehow he knew she couldn't be mad at him for too long. He smiled when she rolled into him, calling him her packmule. OK, it was official. That was his new "Only Roxxy can call me this nickname" Anyone else called him that. They'd loose an eye. His smile was wide and full as he reached out and let the back of his hand trail down her cheek.
"It's quite alright. And I know those chances, but I guess I...we have to be willing to accept them, even though we disagree. And, everyone has their arguements." he said returning her kiss with three of his own.
He looked up in thought when she asked if they could walk. Trying to remember what Dad said about it. He felt her try to get up. Fakking back down he sat up and frowned. Looking down at her, wanting her to try again. Instead she began to cry. He move himself to where one hand was placed on either side of her. Placing all his weight on his left hand, he wiped her tears away and smiled. "Hey, I can hear all the emotion in those tears. I know it hurts, I can guarentee you I know it hurts, babe. But, don't give up. Dad said you're able to walk around without pulling the stitches. C'mon, try again." He got to his feet and walked around to the oher side and watched her. "I'll help you." he said just as softly offering her his hands, his neck, basicly everything.
Alex never felt this good in so many years. He feld confident, proud, and completely in love. Willing to just scream it out to the world. He wasn't but, hefelt like he could. A huge, full...Rare grin painted itself onto his features. "Other things huh? Well. I can't wait to find out what they are." his eyes hinted evilness, in a nice collected way. He laughed at her smile and everything else. He was so happy. He couldn't remember the last time...If ever..He was this happy.
There was stillness for a moment only the sound of Dimonte speaking with his wife, again, Oh yeah. It was their aniversery. His face brightened. Love was in the air, and it wasn't even Valintines Day. Poor Evean was left out. Syra was probably flirting with Andre and the pale man was falling for it, most likely.
"Alright. I won't ever hold my feelings from you ever," a cocky grin took place and he laughed, only at her stomachs complaints. Picky. He blinked in shock at her kiss, still not used to the whole thig...Not yet. He smiled and stood up. Keeping a close eye on her movements. Glad once she could stand. As shaky as she was. He stood close by. Off to the side, kinda. Just in case she feel. He could catch her no matter which way she went. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Roxxy, Leelyn, Sawyer, Alex, Word Count ~' word count Muse ~' There. Music ~' --- Notes ~' HEHR IMMA HAVING FUUUUN!! Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 3, 2009 18:59:38 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ black anger at herself rolled over her in unfathomable waves. the longer she was alive the more she hated it. nothing would work right. her muscles wouldn't function and all she felt was the oncoming dark mood, just hovering above her head. she worked what she could, making her legs slowly find the cliff of a side of a bed and then dropped her legs down. she was sore...but she would fight against it all, against the pain and the soreness and the limits. her teeth tightened together, her jaw muscles working themselves. she used sawyer's arms, hands, whatever was within reach to get herself up. the cramps that had taken over her legs almost made her buckle...but they did make her cry out in pain.
"having our baby would've been easier than this!" she snapped to no one in particular. white faced and tight lipped, she held on to sawyer, trying to stay way from his left ribs. she had no wish to cause him anymore pain. once standing, her legs began to tremor involuntarily. geez, i'm flimsy! moved her neck slowly, so as not to unbalance further more her already unstable structure, to look back sawyer to leelyn. she really just wanted to touch her sister and make sure she was alright. leelyn was on her feet and she looked back at alex to give him a cheesy grin and a thumbs up, her eyebrows shooting towards the ceiling. the overall expression was comical. she looked at roxxy, seeing her sister stand up. on limp limbs, she made it have the distance between the two beds. mystique was looking at her expectantly. both her and scarlett were on their feet, with their brown eyes glimmering wildly.
leelyn was away from anything she could hold on to. she was by herself between the two beds, with roxxy holding onto sawyer with a death grip some 5 feet away. it was a long walk for someone who had almost died not too long ago. looking softly at her sister, her brown eyes glowed with tender affection. picking up her index finger of her right hand, she did the common, "come here" gesture. roxanna looked up at her boyfriend. the darling was so very helpful, one couldn't help but love him. she took a moment to think about just how blessed she was... had she not met him the time she did...she might not have had someone with her, right now, who loved her so much. she would've just been friends with sawyer contaro, if even that.
the thought made her even more fretful in her current concerned state of mind. but then, she saw leelyn finger for her to come over. leelyn looked better than she did...that was for sure. giving sawyer's forearms a squeeze, roxxy slowly moved her feet in the direction of leelyn, her legs working through the crippling agony. she was gritting her teeth the whole time but she was making it! she looked away from the ground at leelyn to see that finger still wriggling back and forth through the air. just a few more feet.....just one more feet....there. roxxy was breathing louder than before, but she had made it! the glint of triumph was in her blue eyes. she looked at leelyn, "what?" she was here, she was real. she was roxxy and she was alive, which is more than any one person could ask for.
leelyn heard her sister's question and that full-throated laughter left her mouth before she even got to reply. through her laughter, she asked her sister, finally putting her finger down, "why do you cum when i finger you?" some hidden, locked joy, reserved for only leelyn, broke free at her half-sister's question. roxxy had laughed as soon as leelyn had started laughing, because the relief of the moment made her feel light-headed and because leelyn's laughter was infectious. but the two women burst into whole-hearted laughter at what the blonde said. everything was going to be alright. the two sisters were like mirrors as they did the same exact movements simulaneously.
they both picked up their arms, happy tears coming down, and they wrapped their limbs around each other's neck. "oh, god, leelyn...i love you i thought you were dead...he just kept stabbing you and and-" leelyn had tears running down her face too, and you know, it was okay for once. in a choked voice, she replied to her sister, interrupting her rush of syllabyls, "NO! i thought i'd like YOU because you wouldn't stop screaming and there was so much blood..." both women even sniffled at the same time. they just leaned into and held one another, just delighted in the fact that they were still alive. it was another few moments before the broke apart, slightly, to hold hands. they didn't want to let go for a while.
so, roxxy turned towards sawyer, putting her left arm around his waist, while her right hand was holding leelyn's left. she could hear leelee's stomache roar again. with a grin, she said softly, "hungry?" "just a lil' bit." roxxy's grin was returned. and then she looked at alex, "c'mon alex-babeh o'heir!" she reached out to grab him in any form or fashion so that she could reel him in. roxxy's sharp gaze and ears caught what leelyn said and her actions. her blue eyes widened. "ooooh, LEELEE!!! you gon' haveta tell me later."
leelyn flashed her dark-haired beauty of a sister beaming smile. she waggled her eyebrows at roxanna. "riiiiiight after i show alex here what we down south call the butterfly." she winked at her sister. roxxy knew exactly what she was talking about. roxxy's face turned beet red and she leaned forward ever so slightly to look across her light-haired sister, leelyn. "yeah....alex....you're gonna be put in a wheelchair, buddeh." then, she burst into laughter, her hand unslipping around sawyer's waist to cover her bandaged and stitched stomach. but then it returned to around sawyer's torso. leelyn screamed with laughter, both the sisters' faces turning red they were laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. upon catching her breath, she retorted playfully back to roxxy, "only cuz you done it before! that's the only reason you know!" even more laughter erupted. after a few moments, they both calmed down and then there was silence from them both. in that silence, both their stomache's growled. and both their heads turned to look at sawyer. "CALGON! TAKE ME AWAY!" "don'tcha mean sawyer?" "oh! that could work too....SAWYER! TAKE ME AWAY!" roxxy shouted at him in a dramatic shout. leelyn cleared her throat and muttered, leaning slightly towards roxxy's ear, "to the kitchen, roxxy, to the kitchen." roxxy looked at her sister and then sighed, exasperation in her tone. "you are soooo demanding." then she turned back to sawyer and said in that same dramatic tone, while leaning into sawyer, gently. "TO THE KITCHEN!"
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Post by Desert on Sept 3, 2009 20:26:50 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sawyer easily supported her weight, even though she kep off his ribs they wailed in pain. Sawyer, keeping the hurt cry in. He frowned at her comment. He knew she was hurting bad. He wanted to help her feel less pain, but he couldn't think right. He listened her move to Leelyn. staying very close to his girlfriend.
He could hear Alex follow Leelyn as the two sisters met. Alex jogged over and stood beside Sawyer. The blind man jabbed him in the ribs "I know what you've been doing!" he whispered. Alex elbowed him "I don't care what you know." he whispered back, followed by whole hearted laughter from Sawyer.
He was so happy to hear Roxxy laugh and smile. He wound his arm around her waist a smile on his face, too. Alex was pulled away. Sawyer laughing his head off at what Leelyn called him. Alex smiled "What's wrong Sawyer. You're laughing! That's a sin!"
The blind man raised a brow "What's wrong Alex, You're actually talking to me? That's a sin!" he chuckled. The two firends didn't speak much in the last few days. Sawyer heard Roxxy and grinned, waggleing his eyebrows at Alex "Luckily we have a doctor in the house. He'll get you in a wheelchair."
"I'm scared now."Alex muttered lowering his head. Sawye laughing again "You'll live!...hopefully." he winked and Alex took a quick step forward and kicked Sawyer's calf. The taller man stumbled back only a little. "Watch your feet, boy. Cuz you know I have one hell of a kick." Sawyer snapped playfuly. Alex had sense returned to Leelyn. Sawyer listened hard to the girls' laughter.
That's what Roxxy needed, a good laugh. Of course Sawyer couldn't help much. He was the Grinch more or less. Leelyn could help and there was no doubt that Dad could get a laugh out of everyone. He smiled wildly and laughed at Roxxy's dramatic tone.
Alex was laughing uncontrolably at what Roxxy called Sawyer, first. He smiled at took he lead. His arm around Roxxy's waist. Always giving Alex a side ways glance ever now and then. ~~
The next few days went by slowly, but happily. Dad hung around finally able to remove the bandages from both girls and Sawyer. Syra watched Sawyer like a hawk, mumbling things about "Clones". He did his best to ignore her, but he couldn't help but grow curious. Alex was completely love struck, trying to be near Leelyn as much as he could.He even started to play the piano again. Getting more inspiration to write new music.
Andre finally came out of his cave and socialized. Kinda. He was a little wary of Sawyer's temper. Especially when it came down to Roxxy. Sawyer grew more bright, finally getting the energy to annoy his father to pieces. The two even had a fencing match. Sawyer lost, badly. Almost having his head ripped off by his own sword. Dad gloated and bets were made.
Evean avoided everyone mostly. Especially the two women. She blamed herself for the whole thing. Only speaking quietly with Sawyer.
It was about three days after Leelyn and Rixxy woke up. Alex was in a happy daze that late night as he sat at the grand piano. The rest of the family taling amongst themselves. Evean and Syra were play chess. Sawyer had his nose in a book. His finger trailing mindlessy across the pages. Andre was texting Dr. Contaro back and forth, even though they were sitting right next to each other. The two called it boredom.
Alex was quiet, only letting his fingers fly across the keps in random ways. He was playing a simple piece, Greensleves. A traditional English Folk song (accroding to the doctor). It was fun and easy to play. It was around ten that night but, they didn't sleep.
Sarah Cathridel was laying low, still torturing the taller idiots. She watched with a smirk as her stallion stuck out at a tall man that was already on the ground. Midnight hitting him again and again with his hooves.
Finally, Sarah called her horse back. The man looked at her then ran away, well limped. The massive thoroughbred snorted in discust. Sweet little Cash stood a good distance away, trembling. She did not like this. Something was not right. Somebody was going to die. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Too many! Word Count ~' Awful Muse ~' Far away. Music ~' --- Notes ~' Hehe, Sarah go bye bye!! Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 5, 2009 13:58:00 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ the days did go by rapidly, but they were happy and peaceful. well, most of all of the time. roxxy really missed her horses, especially black. starchaser might've been a good horse, a faithful horse, her first horse to ever own, but black was her horse. for, black could not be anyone else's. melody was also attached to roxxy, as roxxy was attached to the mare. and now, she couldn't even see them. for the matter that she might have to leave soon. she'd had three days of rest. dimitri was going to come after her harder than ever now. because she had told him everything he needed to know. now he was to get rid of her. that was his decided course of action now. that mere thought was enough to keep her from sleeping at night. just being here was putting everyone at danger...
and it was dark this night, in more ways than one. mystique and leelyn were inside the house while the large irish setter was trotting beside roxxy. she glowed in the in that pretty white dress she had on. it was a formal kind of party dress, but she had went to out of town with her sisters and rhys to go eat out as a late birthday present. leelyn was already changed and on laying on the sofa, watching t.v., mystique curled up behind her folded legs. roxxy had kicked off her shoes, and was walking barefoot through the thick kentucky bluegrass in her backyard, which consisted of over 700 acres of both meadows and forests. scarlett was right on her heels, the irish setter never leaving her.
roxxy had had no real peaced when part of herself she could not physically touch and see anymore. black could only be a memory now. the breeze picked up and rolled her scent about and roxanna swore she could hear the scream of a stallion not too far off. roxxy felt the unshed tears burning her darkly eyelined eyes. she looked down at scarlett, who looked around the darkness of the night, only seeing a few fireflies about. "hey sweetie...you know i can't take you either. imma miss you. i feel as though something's going to happen. something horrible. that's why i really just can't go to sleep." she sighed and then walked a few steps further, putting her into the darkness of the forest. most people would've felt watched and afraid of the unknown of the darkness.
but roxanna was different. she had an over-protective dog at her side and she felt sheltered within the silent safety of the tall deciduous trees. under the extra blackness in the shade of a massive black oak, she sat down on the lush blue foliage and leaned back against the trunk. scarlett sat down but watched everywhere, ever vigilant and alert. roxxy just took time to think. she absent-mindedly stroked scarlett's red mahogany coat, thinking that something terribly horrifying was going to happen and soon.
time to check out what else shady lane offered. so the tall cuban wandered around appearing to simply be an aimless walking god among mortals. his tan face expressed open interest and curiousity about all the horses and the people...which he couldn't really see any..only equines. his demeanor perfectly displayed innocent and a firm kindness. my, my, how wrong was that expression! but none knew him; they didn't know that the devil was walking among them. he had been in the tack room when he heard a racket. how delightful! someone was getting hurt. at least that's what it sounded like.... then he saw a tall man run past the door of the tack room. how sad, he gave up so soon.
dimitri lozano simply picked up a sturdy double-bit bridle and tucked it in his back pocket, whistling a vibrant tune as he walked out of the tack room. he came out to meet a massive stallion, a beautiful creature (though in his mind he regarded them as impetuous nuisances), and a gorgeous, yet tiny young woman. a radiant, breath-taking grin came to his angled and angelic features. he had several weapons near him. a hidden gun. the bridle he had put in his back pocket, and then the numerous hoofpicks and leadropes hanging everywhere. this would be fun. maybe not easy, but it would definitely be fun. his voice was the essence of charming as he stood a respectful distance away. had to keep up the image.
"that's a well-built stallion you have there." with that same sweet smile, he leaned his tall, muscular frame against the doorframe of the tack room. his dark eyes glittered. this was all in mother nature's plan. mother nature was sometimes a cruel person...but more so, dimitri was too.
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Post by Desert on Sept 5, 2009 17:55:29 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He closed the book and streached. Two dogs came up with leashes in their mouths. Sam and Sparks had a certain gleam in their eyes. Sawyer smiled at the two wolf dogs. Sam looked more like a wolf, but she was way smaller than Sparks. The huge dogs' wagged their tails. Sawyer took the leashes and clipped it to their collars. "Alright, let's go!" he yipped in a higher pitch, grabbing their attention.
Dad whispered a "be careful". Sawyer nodded and smiled "I won't go far." he smiled and closed the door behind him. The sound of th piano fading as he walked down the long drive. Sparks walked along his head high. Following te scent of Scarlett. The dog Sam didn't like much.
The husky wolf mix thought Sparks belonged to her! They came from the same place! They were both half wolf. oth their mothers escaped and mated with wolves. Only to come back pregnant, together. Still, Sparks liked Scarlett, and didn't want am anywhere near the pure bred. The larger dog was boss. He was the alpha male! He could choose his female of the pack! Scarlett was part of the pack. Higher ranking from Sam! Even from the start.
Sparks lurched forward only to be pulled back by Sawyer."Heel." he said firmly. The gigantic dog pulled forward. Sawyer didn't pull, he was going to take him somewhere. "Where are you taking me you mutt?" he chuckled moving into a steady jog. Sparks directing them this way and that. Unaware where they were going, Sawyer simply moved along. Following his guide's commands on which way to go.
He could smell her, he could smell them. The sweet scent of Roxxy and her beautiful dog. Sam snorted beside him, her ears low. Sparks trotted along, his nose glued to the ground. They were going this way. Then that way. Dragging Sawyer onto the Holis girls' property, the blind man paused and worked on catching his barings. No time for that! Sparks barked softly and pulled slightly. Walking now.
A low growl escaped from Sam as they moved deeper into the woods. Sawyer getting caught by everything in sight. Finally the boy began to watch where he put his feet. Kicking everything in his way, stepping over obsticals he nudged. Above the waist he wasn't very lucky, having a dog in each hand he couldn't feel his way around. Hitting his head constantly. Getting caught by the neck every few moments.
He could hear a voice, a beautiful voice. Now he knew where he was. Sparks had taken him to find Roxxy. Well kudos to the dog. Now Sawyer knew who to blame if he surprised Roxxy. "Alright, Sparks. You win." he mumbled following his dog's every step. Until they stood beside a huge oak, which Sawyer ran into. He dropped the leashes and stumbled back.
He followed Roxxy's breathing. Standing beside her, rubbing the back of his now sore neck "Hey, mind if I join you?" he asked softly. Sparks sat beside Scarlett, of course. Sam had other ideas. She was smart and slipped out of her loose collar and took of into the woods. Sawyer looked after her, letting her go. She always found her way back home.
Sawyer found a flat area beside Roxxy and sat down, glaring at Sparks. The wolf dog waggin his tail with big puppy dog eyes, even though Sawyer couldn't see it.
Midnight looked toward the tack room and snorted angrily. Sarah followed the demon's gaze just to see an insanly beautiful man. She raised a brow at the tall guy. Seeing the real him behind his kind expression. Thing about evil people, they knew...things. She knew exactly who he was.
She touched her stud's shoulder as he fidgeted. So, he complimented her horse, and not her? How stupid. Sarah was better than any of these animals. She chcukled "I can see it, huh? Someone other than me who likes to kill and hurt people? Well that pisses me off!" she grumbled. Beautiful dark brown eyes held an excited fire. One of those eyes held a scar, a thin line like a cresent moon. The scar from Alexander O'Heir. Her eye was forced half closed. This was going to be fun.
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 8, 2009 21:14:59 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ roxanna had just closed her eyes when she began to hear someone crashing wildly through the trees behind her. immediately, roxxy tensed up. but scarlett's superior hearing had her already up, setting, and snarling in the direction of the raucous. from her shoulder blades to the tip of her silky tail was a straight line, ears pulled up and elegant neck extended, venom in the irish setter's eyes. those white daggers alerted roxxy of the potential danger. pushing herself into the tree, her irises became even more stark in color, if that was possible. they were on the other side of the tree. all she had to do was lean around, but she couldn't do that without giving away her position. scarlett let out a thunderous bark, a snarl rippling throughout the air as well as her body afterwards.
"shit. shit, shit, SHIT!" roxxy hissed vehemently under her breath. she had nothing but her stilettos, which were sitting on the grass in front of her. but she was a deadly person, trained in combat. she could kill someone with two fingers if she so wished. she was about to lean down and pick one up when scarlett's position on the matter at hand changed. scarlett sunset drastically calmed herself. her chocolate brown eyes became that warm, loving expression again and her plumed tail began to wag furiously. roxxy tilted her head curiously, but she, no doubt, trusted her canine companion. she took a few steps forward and then lifted up the partial train on her dress so that she didn't get it dirtier than necessary to sit. once having her legs stretched out again, she swung her legs to the side so that she was looking around the thick trunk of the tree.
and there they were. two massive looking wolves -dogs- and an incredibly handsome man....who looked very much abused at the moment. she didn't need to be told. she knew what happened. letting out sad, shocked, and scoffing laughter, she opened her arms, as if to recieve him (though he couldn't see). "oh, geez, sawyer! did sparks not tell you where he was taking you this time?!" she watched as he sat down beside her. she gave him a tight hug and then turned to give sparks a disapproving look. "sparks-honey, you know better than that! you know he gets confused easily!" her voice was like she was a mother talking to her child, softly scolding. she waggled her finger at the enormous mound of...sparks.
she burst into laughter though, after a moment, her hand went to where the stitches had been not more than a few days ago on her lower abdomen. it still hurt. heck, her whole body still hurt. she was constantly on painkillers. she beamed at her boyfriend. "here...lemme see yo neck, sawyer.' with gentle, soft hands she pulled down the back of his shirt. indeed, it was felt swollen and hot on the places where scratches were most likely at. it was dark. she couldn't distinguish great detail. sad now that she had teased him, she reached from behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. "i'm sorry baby...i can run back to the house and bring you some ointment...." she suggested gently.
she didn't want to stay in the house. it reminded her too much of the last night with dimitri. they still had bullet holes and blood stains on some places. the remodelling constructors would have a hey-day fixing up the mansion. it was why she had come out here in the first place. she sighed and withdrew her arms. she prepared herself to get up, smooth, bare legs using the toned muscle there to lift up her body off the ground. she was standing and she wiped off her butt, sending tiny flecks of detached grass and twigs and whatnot back to the earth. she looked at sparks and scarlett, who was laying on the larger dog. the red female was basically under him, her head nestled close to his chest.
"well, ain't that a pretty picture." roxxy grinned and stepped forward to bend down and place a nice kiss on sparks head: in the dip between his two eyes. as she was bent over, another breeze rolled by, flipping up the light fabric of her short dress. she was still in a doubled-over position as the tail of her dress that was supposed to cover up her butt soared and landed on her back. her eyes widened. "uh-oh. i feel a breeze." quickly, she snapped upright, her dress falling back down. one couldn't see it, but her cheeks were glowing red. she cleared her throat. "well...that was today's show." she couldn't help it. she sputtered with laughter, her vocals ringing across the forest.
dimitri looked at her with a stunned expression on his face, as if he'd just been slapped. "what are you talking about?!" his cuban accent hung and stained the air. any other person, it would've sounded attractive, but just knowing who it came from... dimitri lozano looked sarah up and down appreciatively, dropping his seamless facade. "you are the only beauty i see here, m'dear. and i wouldn't really be angry. just be disappointed." he gave her a wicked grin, coming from his casual leaning position to take several unhurried, unworried strides toward midnight and sarah. he didn't even pay mind to the beautimus saddlebred mare behind them.
he knew who she was. it was better to keep one's friends close and one's enemies even closer. his smooth baritones flooded the atmosphere again. "enchanting as it very well may be, having two murderers here, there can only be one winner here. and i, sarah-" he promptly stopped to take his last step which now put him in front of sarah, looking down at her with his nasty grin, "-have come to take your place." he sighed in mock sadly. "so you can make this fun for both of us, or fun for just me. either way, i'm going to entertain myself. and either way, you're going to die, sarah cathridel." ah, yes, he knew most everything about her. little miss moneybags. young sarah didn't know who she was dealing with. how unfortunate.
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Post by Desert on Sept 11, 2009 22:52:13 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sawyer listened closely to her first reaction. Not quite confused. He understood, somewhat. His brain was all jumbled up form running into all those trees. Damn, he's had his head in the woods for too long. He smiled when she peeked around.
Holding her back from her tight embrace. He popped his neck and sighed. "Well, I didn't know where we were going but, Sparks seemed pretty eager. Damn you lover boy, Sparks. Having a crush on Scarlett! Ohhhh." he chuckled lightly. Poor Sam must be jealous. No wonder she wandered off. Sawyer reached down and grabbed her collar. Making sure to keep a firm hold on it.
"Hey! I don't get confused easily! Ok, maybe I do....But not a lot!" he pouted but, his face lit up at her teasing. He didn't mind. He liked it. Besides, he'd find a way to get her back. For now...He leaned back and presented her neck, loving the feeling of her bare hands against the skin.
"Yeah, something for my neck would be nice...But I'm guessing youre just going to leave me in the dark woods where all the trees are probably mad at me." he shuddered in play. well, too bad trees couldn't move out of his way. Or scream at him hat they were there. He smiled and reached back and found her hand. Giving it a playful squeeze.
When she stood, so did he. Slowly making his way toward the two canines. He knelt down beside them and scratched Sparks behind the left ear. He smiled and found Scarlett. He let his hand trail her back. He listened to the sounds around him. Each of his senses alive. He heard the sound of fabric flying and Roxxy's words.
He couldn't help but burst into laughter. He stood up and took her into his arms. The pair facing each other. He touched her cheek and grinned. A flash of white against the darkness. Her chuckled "Aww You're blushing!" he let his fingers trail her cheek. "Why? It's only me here!" he laughed. Time to act...boyish. "Well, let me tell you that the veiw was so nice even I could see it!" his stupid grin grew wide and full.
He lay his hand on the small of her back, his other hand still caressing her face. Without a warning, he reached down and kissed her. He didn't move. His lips pessed against hers softly. His touch light. His lips weren't lonely anymore!
His mind started to work. He was here with her, and they were alone. For what seemed like the first time. Those rare moments always came with a price. Something terrible was about to happen. But, the wisest thing o do at the moment was just hold her. Show her that he loved her.
Of course, it was hard to show and tell her how much he really did love her! No words could describe it. Only twice did he have a chance to show her. Their first time, the time they finally realized that the were more than just friends. In Sawyer's opinion, they were more than just friends from the start.
The moment he met her, he knew that they belonged together. His hands moved aroung her waist. They had to get closer. Enough that he could feel hr hearbeat. One hand stayed, while the other went around the ack of her neck. Dissapearing into her long dark locks. His lips never lifted.
"I think you know perfectly well what I'm talking about." she snapped. Followed by an angry snort from Midnight. The stud stomped a hoof. Sarah actually began to laugh. This boy, Dimitri, was amusing. He was beautiful, that's for sure. But, Sarah was too good for him, that's why she showed no attraction toward him. She didn't care. Besides, he was too tall.
"You really shouldn't tell people what you're going to do before you do it. That's kinda stupid. But that's just my opinion. Besides." she lifted one shoulder and smiled, flipping thick brunett hair out of her face. "I'm not leaving before the Contaro and O'Heir boys are DEAD!" she hissed She hated them! Alex, well he was like her! He killed and hurt people. He hurt her! The bastarsd. But instead of killing people, he fell in love with the fake blond hill billy, Leelyn Holis!
Her singing sounded like monkeys in a zoo, it was awful! Then there was Sawyer. Her life long enemy. For more reasons than one. Her father was a rich man! He forced money out of people. Bu Sawyer as even RICHER! And his father wasa doctor! How can you make so much moneyout of helping people? Then Sawyer went out and "fell in love" with Roxanna Holis.
He didn't really love her! He was only using her to get to Sarah. To annoy her. Sawyer knew that Sarah hated Roxxy. She'd have to go find the dark haired girl an tell her that. That would tear the pair apart. Their relationship would crash. Well, too bad. That's life...To her, true love only happened in fairy tales. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Roxxy, Sarah, Dimitri Word Count ~' OG IT'S AWESOME Muse ~Ohh it's there Music ~' --- Notes ~' Damn re re re re post. Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 12, 2009 14:23:52 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ roxanna burst into laughter at his words. "you? of course ya did. i have a nice-lookin' backside, thank ya very much!" she reached up to tap him on the nose. she was so very close to him and her body just radiated heat. and her blush didn't help any with the concept of her trying to show she wasn't embarrassed. however, she was. very much so. sawyer seemed to know what was to come in 24 hours time. maybe his intuition was just as great as hers. she could have to ask him about it...later. for right now, all she could feel or focus on was sawyer's lips which were suddenly moving against hers. his hands were on the small of her back and then at the back of her neck, buried in her glossy black-brown waves.
her kissers moved with his in reckless abandon. she didn't care if anyone was watching. she loved sawyer and this was one of those so very rare times in which they were alone and together. roxanna holis had no idea what was coming, and that she was going to make a decision that would change her life, but she did know that something bad was going to happen and there was a vast possibility that she would have to leave black and melody and sawyer and her siblings and friends and shady lane. she would do her duty to her country but it would be with a heavy heart and she didn't know how she was gonna bear it. but she would. she had to. she always did.
roxxy leaned forward and upward to kiss sawyer tenderly, gently. "promise me...that if i don't come back...that you'll fall in love with someone else and be happy. promise me. do it. now." her blue eyes were blazing but they held some deep emotion that was nigh undecipherable. she kept her gaze on his, and she could see that light look to his features. he was like a child in some ways. when he loved, he loved with all he had. and his love was a beautiful, simple thing that seemed uncorrupt, unlike the rest of the world. and if she died, she wanted some other person to experience that type of love. even if she, herself, could no longer have it.
scarlett got up from sparks and looked around. she felt some odd presence she wasn't totally sure about. best to go check it out. she could not smell this hidden fiend, or see it...but it made her hackles raise involuntarily. she woofed softly at sparks and then licked his muzzle before bravely trotting off in that elegant show-dog gait of hers. it was probably nothing, but still! she must protect the mistress, her beloved owner at all costs.
dimitri looked at her and shrugged, replying casually, "no, sarah. i have more originality. i tell you what i'm going to do because it's more....entertaining to see that you know there's nothing you can do about it." he flashed her a show of white teeth. dimitri suddenly sighed. he hated talking. he was a man of action. time for action. with what seemed like inhuman speed, his right hand snaked behind him to grab the reins that were attached to the double bit bridle. like some kind of catapult, he flung it back around to his front, and it whizzed towards sarah's face at dangerous speeds, dimitri going back a step to stay out of her reach as well as the massive stud's.
the enormous black stallion galloped freely in the shadows of the forest, his body scarred and lean. his strides were so lengthy, but his legs were just a blur, not a person able to tell his individual limbs apart. the stud was moving back to the ranch. this was his daily journey. each day he came back to see if his roxxy had come back. and as he shot through the trees, something was hurting his chest. he felt something amiss...somewhere. his run soon took him out of the tall trees and into the still darkness of the night. he was running through the open meadows now around the ranch. it wouldn't be long before he was at his old pasture. and in a few short seconds, he was there. he was blowing steadily, but not hard. his coat had a sheen to it, but he wasn't lathering.
he was at the gate and he could see his mares come up to greet him. melody was in front, venus and archangel, heavy with foal, were much slower. he nuzzled them each in turn. but then, a sound caught his perked audits. with a swing of his definely shaped head, he gazed at the closed sliding double doors of the barn. giving a soft bellow towards his mares, he warned them off. he knew something was happening inside that barn. something evil. the mares obeyed his command without question. they hurriedly moved away from the fence and into the darkness of the open pasture. once gone, black turned and walked with a cautious aura about him. he wasn't scared, but he very well knew to be cautious about humans.
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Post by Desert on Sept 12, 2009 23:58:33 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally, he had to pull back to breathe. Yet, he kept their bodies close. Just enough to feel the heartbeat of the other. He had that stupid Sawyer grin on his face. He took her last kiss with great stride, even though his heart thundered. Sawyer, as weird and twisted as he was, knew something was terribly wrong. He felt the presense of death. For more than just one. He felt like someone he knew was going to die. Who? He didn't know. Definantly not family.
No one. NO ONE would dare lay a finger on Sawyer's family. Almost everyone at Shady Lane knew about Sawyer insane protective instinct, especially toward the ones he loved. Sawyer was avery different person in public. He was quiet, blind brown eyes following everyone that passed. His family always stood behind him. Either Alex or Andre standing at his side. The Contaros' were Shady Lane's Cullen family.
Quiet and mysterious. Keeping to themselves...Deadly. If everyone had a watch list. Sawyer would be near the top. He wasn't afraid to fight. He wasn't afraid to die...
"I can't promise you that." he said simply, yet he could feel so much emotion in her stare. Her eyes must've been showing so much. "If you do leave, which. Unfortunatly I have a bad feeling that you will. I also have a feeling that you'll come back. Forever is a long time. I can't love anyone else because, I've already fallen in love with you!" he shook his head, but his eyes were sincere. How could he love someone else.
He already found ho he was looking for and that was Roxxy. If his father was correct, they would be stuck like glue, even if the tie is broken for any amount of time. Weather it be a week, or fifty years. She would come back. And Sawyer wouldn't, couldn't turn her away by saying he was in love with...someone else. He wouldbe waiting for her, then take her in with open arms. Everyone would take her back. Everyone loved her. Sawyer was on the bridge of insanity. If he lost her....What would he do? If Dimitri killed her? No, she was stronger than him. She would survive, now matter how bad the punishment. But, in Sawyer's opinion, pain only meant one was alive. No matter how agonizing it is.
Death? No, death is peaceful, simple. You just feel an amazing calm. A blue and white light hovering over your body. Like floating on a cloud on a warm day.
The reins came at her so fast. She saw them, and she hit the ground just in time. A hand snapped up and grabbed the leather reins. Her heart already pumping full of Adrenaline. Midnight took the attack hard. He reared and hrew himself at the human stallion. Threatening to kick and bite and strike. Sarah yanked on the reins, and like all reins do. They snapped. They belonged to her now. She snickered at Dimitri. She quickly snapped the reins back at him, just as fast. Maybe faster. She knew how to use a whip. And these were lighter.
Cash reared at the sound of the starting fight. She fell back and ran. She charged past an angry Midnight and a cocky Sarah and burst through the double doors. Almost colliding with a huge black stallion. She froze, nose to nose with the stud. She held so much fear in her body. Her muscles were hard and tense. Her nostrals flared and sweat already streaming down her chestnut hide.
She looked at the stallion for a moment then ran again. She didn't know where she was going. Somewhere. Somewhere far away. She even knocked down a fence. Her stride was long and fast. She never ran so fast before! It was amazing! But she soon got tired. Fatigue washing over her body. She stopped in a small paddock. Her head was low and she trembled all over. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Roxxy, Sarah, Dimitri Word Count ~' Too lazy to count Muse ~'Ohhhhhh I can feel it! Music ~' --- Notes ~' The onky thing I only expect from you is what you intend to give me. Also, my pist before this one. It magicly turned into this one...I'll fix that soon. Promise. Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 13, 2009 17:46:56 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ roxanna looked at him with sad eyes. she wanted him to be happy! as happy as he could ever be! he wasn't being very cooperative. (there was a part of her that liked this stubborness on this matter.) she sighed and laid her head on his chest. "yes...i know that i'll have to leave. can't you feel what i'm feeling? that something terrible is going to happen tonight? i know it's dimitri and it scares me that i can't save them." a small tear glided down her face, but that's all she allowed to fall from her blue eyes. all of a sudden, a loud screaming, the scream of a stallion filled the air. roxxy's head whipped around. it wasn't just her, but most of shady lane knew that scream and whom it came from.
her big, pretty eyes got even wider. her speech was breathless. "black..." she didn't have time to move because a flash of mahogany flew past her and into the woods, in the direction of the ranch. to run on foot would take around 45 minutes. and that was running. it didn't matter, obviously to roxanna nor scarlett. "sawyer! it's him! he's at the ranch! something's happening!" she squeezed him tightly, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy. "come on!" she broke away from him and grabbed his hand with enough force to render a shoulder loose. her body moved at a lithe, fast pace as she dragged him through the easier places in the forest. she knew this place like the back of her hand.
she kept him on the places that had nothing but a thick carpet of grass for the forest floor, not a knotted network of roots inside. and she kept him on the parts of the woods where the trees were tall, so no branches would be striking at him. she didn't think for taking the car. she was in full running mode. scarlett was no where in sight. irish setters were just about the fastest dogs in the world, in second to only greyhounds. suddenly the trees started to become denser. the networks of gnarled roots twisting up out of the ground. roxxy was still considerate. she never forgot that sawyer was blind. "keep your head ducked about a foot! and there's roots, so pick up your feet farther from the ground!" she led him around the tripping roots and holes, so all he had to do was follow her commands and he would make it without a scratch.
jilanna was in her modest yellow pontiac solstice. she loved the little two-seater. and even though it was rather expensive for its size, it was actually pretty modest compared to her other sisters' cars. a viper and a corvette. but she adored her yellow convertible. and now she was driving it around. there was a deep pang in her heart. she suddenly thought of foxfyre, the precious chestnut holsteiner gelding she had lost several days ago. he had been slaughtered by roxxy's black stallion, who had now ran wild over the country. she hadn't seen him or heard him since that day roxxy rode him on the trails. she drove up to the ranch, seeing two cars of a make she couldn't recognize in the dark.
deadening her car, she hopped out. immediately, it hit her. the whole aura of the ranch had changed. something sinister beyond comparison was here. she almost crawled back into her vehicle and high-tailed it back to her house...mansion...but suddenly, something erupted through the double doors of the barn. and her eyes adapted to the darkness to make out a very large horse, almost unperceptible. she knew the definition of that sculpted body. that was black. and in front of him was a small horse, chestnut by the way the barn lights in the smaller horse's coat. jilanna watched in shock for a moment. then, the mare took off. black was in pursuit, but he was keeping his speed back. he could easily overrun the other horse, who went on and on until they were little specks and then stopped at the small paddock that used to belong to foxfyre. jilanna knew that horse was frightened and she feared for the horse's life if black was angry. taking off in a fast run, she made her way to the two horses.
it took her several minutes to reach the two. black was towering above the other horse. but that other equine was still a big piece of flesh. it's just that black was bigger than most horses. her feet fell on the rocks and the sound was made. black had been watching her this whole time. and as she came within 20 feet, he let out a clarion call.....
dimitri felt the reins slide through his hands. only because he let her have them. as she snickered, he burst into hysterical, deranged laughter. the reins whipped at his chest and he stood there, purposely. he felt the pain, but he paid it no mind. as the stallion lunged at him, his hand went to his pocket, under his shirt, and a pistol came out. just before he squeezed the trigger, he could hear the bone-chilling scream of a stallion. and then, bullets came out and buried themselves into midnight. he then swiftly side-stepped the stud in a casual manner. then those cold onyx eyes gazed at sarah with eyes that belonged more to a madman and a demon than a human. he pointed the gun at her and said in that accent of his, "bye, bye, sarah cathridel. say hello to midnight for me, okay?" no one can dodge bullets at point blank range. he squeezed the trigger until no more bullets came out.
jilanna heard the gunshots and screamed. then, there were more! jilanna ran towards the two horses. black would save her! (forgive her. she just heard someone being killed. she had no logic.) as she came closer, she finally realized what she was doing. instead, she veered her coarse and stopped a few feet in front of the other horse. she now knew this was a mare. she had to be. because black would've already killed a male horse. voice shaking but soft, jilanna tried to overcome her feelings. "come here sweetheart. i promise i won't hurt you...you know i won't hurt you." jilanna came closer, murmuring all the while. she finally reached up to grab the halter on the mare's head.
black took a look at this. he didn't care typically for mares anymore. this one wasn't in heat. she didn't matter at the moment. his head was directed at the barn. he knew what happened. and roxxy wasn't anywhere around. he looked at the saddlebred and jilanna. he whickered throatily at them and then bolted away, his long strides carrying him across those open meadows and into the forests that took up most of kentucky. this time he would blast into the next state and wouldn't return for a while. jilanna never stopped mumuring softly or stroking the mare's nose, but she did usher the mare into the paddock. they were far away from the barn and she was so very scared of whoever was in there. she didn't have her cell on her or else she would've called a long time ago.
roxxy was drenched in sweat, her hair decorated involuntarily with twigs and flowers and leaves. she had new scratches on her limbs, but she kept on going. after the scream, gunshots rang. roxxy screamed desperately. "NO NO NO!!!" she pulled harder and ran faster. she had tears streaming down her face again. more gunshots. "NNNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!" she had to get there, but in her mind and heart, she knew that lives, not a life, had been lost. in 35 minutes time, she broke through the treeline, into the open meadows. scarlett was sitting there waiting for her. roxxy never stopped running. she broke for the barn. scarlett running slowly at her side. there was a yellow convertible in the parking lot. and another car she didn't recognize.
but that yellow convertible sent her into screams. "JILANNA!!!! JILANNA!!!!" she was so afraid that dimitri had...she let go of sawyer's hand and she flew, barefooted onto the sharp gravel. her calloused feet felt nothing. yellow light spilled from the open doors of the large barn. came up to them and she immediately turned away, hand over mouth, doubled over. jilanna came up to her, white faced, holding the halter of a beautiful chestnut mare. roxxy was relieved, but her disgust was too much. she held on to jilanna and the four: cash, jilanna, roxanna, and scarlett, ran from the barn. the stench of blood was fuming in the air. what was in the barn? sarah cathridel hanging from a beam in the ceiling by a leadrope and midnight, once a lively, fiery, gorgeous stallion, lying dead on the ground, nearly decapitated.
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Post by Desert on Sept 13, 2009 18:46:01 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He knew she wanted him to be happy. He sighed "Yes, I can feel it, too. And I have a feeling it's somewhat I hate, too" he grumble. Who else did he loath besides Dimitri? Sarah Cathridel, Ashlan, the bank....SARAH! His mind burst into different thoughts. Dimitri would kill Sarah? Of course he would. Suddenly the were running.
He was getting strict commands from Roxxy. Which he followed. And, one he knew where he was going, he moved like a gazelle. He coud so easily over power Roxxy yet, he stayed behind her. His thoughts did't have a chance to catch up. He just ran. Sparks shot past them like an arrow. Snarling angrily. Pushing himself over obsticasls. Finally they burst into the ranch. Sawyer instantly felt a difference. Sparks kept running. The big ball o fluff ran right into the barn, then. He howled. Sawyer moved even faster. His long muscular legs moving him past Roxxy.
The scent of blood washed over him. He knelt down beside the horse and touched his throat. All he could feel was the warm blood that ran onto his fingers. Sparks barked. Sawyer stepped over the stud and lifted his and. Only to fee the body of the woman he hated so much. He grabbed her calf and pulled. The body fell into his arms. She bled freely. Sawyer's white tank top turning red. He felt around her body. Bullet holes were everywhere.
Sawyer looked up to hear the sound of hooves feet and paws. He stayed. Kneeling over his enemey's dead body.He couldn't quite undertand his emotions. He didn't feel sad, but he didn't feel thrilled. He felt...guilty, and angry. Very very VERY angry.
He set Sarah down and dialed Alex's number. He would know what to do. The phone rang and rang and rang. Until Alex finally picked up. Sawyer blabbered out what happened and the line went dead.
She screamed when he shot her stallion. Her horse fell backwards. A bullet flying into his head. He hit the ground and Sarah imediatly regreted every bad thing she did.
Why did she kill? Why did she hurt people? Did she ever have a reason. She coudn't move. She could feel the bullets in er chest. She could feel them flying out her back. She felt her body fly through the air and land on something. Then, a bullet went into her back and that was the end of it...
Cash looked at the giant stallion. She was scared of him! She was scared of everything. Who could she trust? NO ONE! The chestnut watched in horror as a young woman ran toward her and the stallion ran away. She heard the woman's soothing words. She allowed her to touch her. Stroking her lightly. Then, the halter, that was slightly too big, went on and she was led toward the barn. A place she didn't want to go. So, when the dog the other girl and Jilianna ran away. She bolted. She screamed and lurched forward. Her stallion was DEAD! Her mistress was DEAD! She was alone. She had no one.
Sawyer didn't even speak with Alex when he showed up. Alex actually pushed Sawyer away. The blind man didn't know what his friend was going to do, but he really didn't care. He jogged silently after the group. Catching up with them a good distance away. He could hear Cash going insane. The man knew the beutiful horse well. They were in competitions against each other. Sawyer took hold of the halter, pulling her head down. He whispered softly to her. Looking into her eyes. Her breathng was heavy and her body trembled all over. He sighed "What are we going to do with you, Cash?" he asked softly. The mare blew warm air into his face. She pulld her head aroud and looked right at Jilanna. Sawyer raised a brow, knowing the young woman was there.
Did Cash want to go with Jilanna? Sawyer strocked her neck. He sighed, dopped his hands and turned to Roxxy. His eyes sad. His chest covered in blood as if he was the one who commited the murder. He looked down, shakng his head and cursing under his breath. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Roxxy, Sarah, Dimitri, Jilanna Word Count ~' bleh Muse ~It's ok Music ~' --- Notes ~' Aww don't worry. You'll feel better in time. For now, just hold on for the ride. Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 13, 2009 21:21:07 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ it had his name written on it. everything. alex arrived in a matter of minutes and roxanna never moved. she couldn't move. she knew very well what this meant. she couldn't stop the hysteria rising or the frantic bursts of repeated tears. she had to leave. she had to be strong for everyone else and leave her love, her family, her best friend, the other part of her... she looked up at jilanna to see her older sibling looking at the chestnut mare. sawyer was holding the mare's halter, talking to the saddlebred. he probably knew her. roxxy knew the mare, because she had encountered sarah before. poor midnight....the mighty stallion didn't deserve that kind of death.
suddenly fueled with anger, she straightened up. she looked at jilanna. her bad was straight and with the moon finally coming out from behind the clouds, it shown behind her and with her dark hair down, the short white dress torn in some places, the blue eyes piercing, and her muscles glistening with perspiration, she looked like a warrior. fit to kill. she went up to jilanna and gave her a tight hug and a swift kiss on the forehead. she was an inch taller, so it was easy to do. "i love you, baby girl." she brushed back jil's soft red hair from her forehead. and then she met jilanna's brown eyes. jilanna started to sob and hugged her younger, taller sister tighter. "no...i haveta go."
roxxy felt jilanna's arms give way and she went towards cash and hugged the big mare around her muscled neck. roxxy came up to sawyer. "here comes good-bye." that's all she said. that's all she could express in words. tears slid down her face but they were silent. she didn't sob nor did her voice shake. she was being strong. she reached up and kissed sawyer on the lips. "i love you." she held her arms around his neck for a moment longer before she let go and wiped the tears away. she backed a half a step from him. this was so hard. she took the diamond necklace from around her slim neck and then took his hand, opened it, and slowly put it down inside of his large palm. before she had a chance to close it, two fat tears dropped into his palm, onto the skin.
once his hand was closed, she backed away from him slowly at first, then she turned around and sprinted across the meadow she had entered, scarlett fast on her heels. she was running as fast as she can, her tan legs stretching out their farthest. she flew into the forest and never slowed. and the necklace was still warm.
who can say where the road goes? where the day flows? only time.
and who can say if your love grows as your heart chose? only time.
who can say why your heart sighs as your love flies? only time.
and who can say why your heart cries when your love dies? only time.
and who can say when the roads meet and it might just be in your heart?
and who can say when the day's sweet when the night keeps all your heart?
who can say where the road goes where the day flows? only time.
and who can say if your love grows as your heart chose? only time.
...only time...
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Post by Desert on Sept 14, 2009 17:52:04 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For the last few days, he had thought he was ready. Prepared for her good-bye. Oh, how he was wrong. He wasn't ready t let her go. Not this fast. Not this soon. His hand closed around the necklace, taking her tears with him. His blind eyes heard her run. "Come home soon." he whispered so faintly that only he could hear. A single tear of his now fell into his now open hand.
Sparks took a step forward and whined. Saywer hld his hand. staring into his hand. The wolf dog lifted his haid and howled. An agonizing wail filled the air. Where was she going? She was sad! She was leaving? Why? He didn't understand. His howl rang on. The most eerie sound in the animal kingdom. Sawyer looked over at Jilanna. His eyes completely dad and emotionless. "Cash is yours ifyou want her." he said quietly. Then, Alex came out. Smelling of blood. He was covered in the stuff, too.
"Is the job done?" Sawyer asked coldly. Alex sighed "It is like she was never here." he whispered. Sawye nodded on, closing his hand. He took a deep breath and turned away. Alex reached out but thought better of it. Sawyer moved toward the barn and dissapeared inside.
He grabbed a horse by the mane and led him out. H mounted and dug his heels into the Arabian's flanks. The big black horse reared and took off. There was no other Arabian that could run like Storm. Sawyer's hands knotted in the horse's mane. His hooves thundered against the ground as he ran. Tail held high. Storm, like Black, was a homozygous black. Sawyer looked like her was ridng air.Only the thin light of the barn outlinig Storm's feathures.
"Sawyer!?" Alex called. But the tall man just rode past and vansihed into the darkness. Only the sound of Storm's hooves rang in te quiet fall air.
Sawyer stole his horse! That didn't matter, though. He knew Roxxy had left. The young woman was probably never going to come back. Sawyer was only going to fall deeper. Alex looked at the chestnut mare and the redheaded girl, Jilanna. Alex looked like he did only months before he came to Shady Lane. Covered in blood and evil. He sighed and walked away. Kicking up dust as he went. Sparks trotted after him.
He felt nothing but sympathy toward Sawyer. He did't know what it was like to loose love. He lost Layra but, she was family. There was a difference. He jogged along home to tell Dr. Contaro that Sawyer was gone and Roxxy was gone. The family had to know. Alex would go after Sawyer later. He'd look for his friend until he found him. Sawyer couldn'tgo out alone.And Storm. The Arabian would never stop running. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Roxxy, Jilanna Word Count ~' Gone Muse ~Nowhere to be found Music ~' --- Notes ~' That made me cry! My friends were giving me the "WTF" faces Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 15, 2009 18:40:03 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ roxxy made it into the woods and she never stopped totally. it would be unreasonable to say she ran as fast as she possibly could all the way home, but she always had a rigorous pace planned. it was near an hour when she entered the cleared meadow she had for a backyard. scarlett was still on her heels. as she hid the cement stairs and the back porch, roxxy calmed herself. she showed her eye to the scanner and the door glided open smoothly, without a single sound. leelyn and mystique were sound asleep. roxxy was filthy, but it didn't hamper her ability to move around the house for items she needed. she wrote a short note to her sister, and then left, leaving scarlett shut in her room, whimpering loudly.
leelyn woke up some hours after roxxy had left shady lane. it was only of her early morning routines. wake up, go to the bathroom, perform bodily functions, take a shower, brush teeth, and then go down to eat something. but her daily routine was interrupted. she woke up and noticed that mystique was whining loudly. but it wasn't only her golden retriever. leelyn could hear scarlett's distinct wail. leelyn threw back the covers and bounded out of bed, mystique flying out ahead of her and stopping in front of roxxy's door. opening the door, scarlett was but a blood colored blur as she took the stairs in rapid fashion.
leelyn fled down the stairs in quick succession as scarlett started howling some mournful symphony. leelyn went to the kitchen to find a note on the counter. rushing up to it, she grasp the half-sheet of notebook paper and read the one word: dimitri. screaming in hurt, pain, and deep sorrow, she threw the paper down and ran out of the kitchen into the living room to slam herself down into the plush couch. there, she cried until jilanna and rhys came home. he knew what happened when the viper was gone, cops swamping the ranch, and his two oldest sisters sobbing themselves dry and exhausted. all he could do was cradle the beautiful women.
it seemed the only relief people got from roxxy's disappearance was their horses. rhys didn't have a horse, so he helped his sisters' with theirs. throughout it all, he held his pain and tears back with a smile. venus and archangel were getting heavier with each day it seemed. but they were still bright and lively mares. melody was sad. her stallion had left as well as her mistress. she loved her mistress! roxxy just had this...presence with animals. rhys exercised melody a lot, keeping the young mare in shape, as jilanna grew to love cash more and more. she spent her time training cash. and it seemed the pair was almost inseparable.
and it worked. the sinister feeling that had been hanging over shady lane since dimitri lozano had arrived suddenly vanished the night roxxy holis left. she had done it. she had saved everyone at shady lane by leaving all those she loved. dimitri had indeed put his nose to the ground and was tracking down his quarry.
the night-kissed hessian moved in a steady gallop. it was nowhere near his fastest, but it ate up the distance. in front of him were several wild mares, of which he had gathered from various wild stallions. crisscrossing all over his superbly muscled body were rugged scars. roxxy had kept him from other stallions. out here, only the strongest survived. and black was the strongest. and he had only to prove his brutality a few times. his band consisted of 34 mares: sorrels, bays, palominos, browns, blacks, paints.... all of various breeds. he alone controlled this wild herd. he was far away from kentucky. he was in wyoming now, his muscles rippling, the white scars so very intimating against the inky blackness of his coat.
his mane dropped well below his elbows, almost a foot. and his tail was long as well, but trimmed by the constant threaten of being stepped on and pulled. his unshod hooves were also kept in prime condition, the hard rocks grinding the excess off. the most prominent of these noticable scars was a massive one which started over black's left breast, curved across and up his shoulder to trail over his withers and end. it was five wide clawmarks, made by that of an adult male cougar. the cougar didn't live long once it was thrown off the mighty stallion's back. and now, that mighty stallion was reigning as king of the stallions. the muscles rippled and the hair whipped back as black kept up his fast gait.
they were moving into the untouched grazing lands of wyoming. in fact, these lands weren't touched at all. no ranch, no fences, no horses...except for his. it was about an hour later, when he reached his destination. stopping his mares, he found himself in a valley of sorts, the green grass so thick and high, it surpassed his knees. the wise black stallion gazed at his prize with flaming brown eyes. his mares knew who to follow. he was there leader, no doubt. coming to a beautiful palomino, he nuzzled her cheek gently. she, just like some of his other mares, were picking up weight. and they weren't just fattening. their bellies were swelled with a solid looking heaviness... the tall stallion towered over all his mares, but his palomino was a thoroughbred hybrid. she was approximately 16.2 hands. nearly as tall as him! she was strong...they wer all strong.
he left her to go to the running brooke and dipped his muzzle in the cold liquid. he took a few mouthfuls and then stopped. he knew how to limit himself so that he didn't get sick. that's when he smelled a familiar scent. one he was not happy to sense at all. it had been a whole month since roxxy had left shady lane....
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Post by Desert on Sept 15, 2009 21:04:09 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was three days after she left. Sawyer was gone. Storm's hooves thundering wildly against the rough ground. His breath even. Sawyer had a built in GPS. He didn't know the exact location but, he knew he was somewhere near the Nebraska, Kansas border. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He was following the big black stallion. It was quite easy. Storm just followed the scent of his mares. Sawyer had to find the animal and get him back to Kentucky. He just had a gut feeling that the stallion needed to be back. Something told him that Black was going to save people. Weather he knew it or not.
That didn't mean Sawyer stayed away frm modern technology. He heard about everything. He stopped to rest his horse in Jefferson City. Watching the news. And artical was about him! So, the press already knew? they said that Sawyer Contaro had been reported missing two days ago. In fact. The whole Contaro family was gone. Searching for the oldest child.
They didn't beleive hecould care for himsef They were wrong. He had made it all the way to Missouri all be himself! No help. Just him and a black Arabian. He left Jefferson early the next morning. He wasn't going to letanyone see him. Wearing dark sunglasses and a hoodie, he just moved with the road. Following Black's trail.
By noon the next day he was finally in Nebraska. That's where he los the trail....
The only one to stay in Shady Lane was Alex. Syra had left with the family in search for Sawyer and or Roxxy. Mostly Sawyer. Alex knew that the boy was fine. They called each other every day. Still, Alex didn't tell the doctor. But he did tell Sawyer that his mother was in hysterics.
Alex stood quietly in the barn. Looking at all te empty stalls. Storm, Khan, Liberty, Wolf, Breeze.They were all gone. Alex glanced at his mare. Then, his eyes trailed to a beautiful Cleveland bay gelding. His dark eyes staring at Alex The young man reached out and touched his frehead. "Hey there!" he smiled for the first time in days.
The large gelding nickered a greeting and tossed his head happily. Alex's had trailed down the muscled neck. e looked at the name plate. "Shop-A-Holic" it read. Huh, That was indeed an interesting name. The halter hanging on the hook beid the stall read "Rim". That must be the horse's barn name.
"Rim. Well, how ya doing, Rim?" Alex chuckled. The gelding snorted lightly, blowing hot air into his face. Alex ran hand through his hair and smiled. Still stroking the bay's silken coat. Very well groomed. This horse had a grooming that Sawyer was known to give his horses.
Alex pondered for a moment then shrugged the thought off. He found both arms around the equine's neck for a moment. Just a quick hug.He reluctantly let go. The bay lookedtoward the double door and whinnied happily.
"What are you doing?" A voice rang from that direction. Joy swelled inside Alex. He actually jumped. "Sawyer!" he cried. "No."the voice sad calmly. Alex looked in that direction. There stood Sawyer. No, this man wasn't Sawyer. This man wasan exact replica but, he wasn't Sawyer. His voice sounded so muclike Sawyer's.
Wait! Sawyer had a twin. Nathen. Named after Great-uncle N. NATHEN! He was here? In Shady Lane? But, how? How could two lost twins be in the same place. How long was Nathen here? Was this beautiful bay his? The horse nickered and Nathen moved quickly to his equine. Alex stared, studying his features. Same build, same voice, same graceful movement! This had to be Nathen!
"N-Nathen?" Alex's eyes were wide. The Sawyer clone looked over at him and smiled. Hell! hey had the same smile. And those eyes. Those eyes held the same wisdom and knowledge as Sawyer. "Yeah! And you are?" he raised an eyebrow and presented Alex with a crooked grin, HOLY SIMILAR!
"I'm Alex and....you're alive!" He as still trying to figure this whole thing out. Nathen chuckled "Last time I checked." Alex slammed into Nathen. "YOU'RE ALIVE! That means you're not dead! That means Sawyer! OMG SAWYER! I have to call him! Tell him you're alive!" Alex let go of Nathen grabbed for his phone. He had never talked so fast in his life.
Nathen put a gentle hand on Alex's shoulder. "What have you been drinking? You should sit down. And, what about Sawyer." he sounded exited now. "Sawyer's your TWIN!? I didn't know that until recently. But, I do now! What are you doing here?" Alex's heart was beating fast now. Nathen rolled his eyes. "I knew that. I've been looking for him. But he went missing. Who exactly are you?" Naten sat down on a hay bale, watching Alex pace with big brown eyes.
"I'm Sawyer's best friend, Alexander O'Heir. Don't tell on me if you know who I am but..." Nathen shot to his feet "YOU'RE A MURDERER!" he cried. Alex looked down and growled "Not anymore...Now, we have to call Sawyer." he said irritably. Nathen sat back down "ok."
He did not answer his phone. Even when Alex called. He just kept going. Two weeks he wandered Nebraska. Once he was spotted. And now, he was running. A helicopter on his tail. Storm seemed to know what a helicopter was. And he thought they were awful! He galloped hard. Loosing track of where they were. He kept going north. The people in the chopper called his name, telling him to "pull over", which Sawyer tought was quite amusing.
You could never pull Storm over. He just ran and he didn't stop. Besides, where were these smart alecs going to land anyway? On a tree? By the end ofweek two they were lost in North Dakota, finally the police off his trail but, the people in the northern states knew he was somewhere up there.
By Saturday on week two, Sawyer knew he was lost. He found himself in Regina...CANADA! He knew Black probably wouldnt've went this far into Canada. but, Sawyer. No! He was in a different country! Figures. He wadered the streets in Regina. People didn't seem to know that he was a missing person.
He stoppedat a hotel and payed his way in. He tied Storm outside and went into the warm lobby, sitting at a coffee table with a few locals. they were looking at his horse and laughing. They looked like young teenagers. "Whoever rides a horse is so eighteenth century." one girl said. Yeah, teenagers.
Horses were better than planes or cars. Horses could o off road. Sawyer turned his attention to the TV, listening to what was happening.
"There have been wild horses spotted in Wyoming. Locals have tried to cath them with no luck. The leader is a big black stallion. A big mean black stallion. If you're out near that area and see these horses. Please. Stay a good distance away."
Sawyer shot to his feet. Black! WYOMING??? WYOMING! Black was in Wyoming while Sawyer was in CANADA? Time to hit the road. He grabbed his sweatshirt and ran into the chilly weather. Storm nickered as Sawyer mounted and kicked him into attention.
They were off...again. Time to go south for the winter.
The next week was easy. He knew where he was going. And the police were still searching the Dakotas' He was a free man. Now he knew what Alex went through. Only he did't go through the entire country pretty much.
He was in Wyoming by Thursday. It had been a month since he had heard from Roxxy. He though back to those finaly moments in the forest. The wonderful final moments. He sighed and held up his wrist. The diamond necklace sparkling in the early morning sun. He always had it with him. Always knowing that Roxxy still loved him. Where ever she was. He hoped, prayed every night and day that she was safe.
He hadn't shed a tear since that night. He was going to find Black. And he wasn't leaving without the stud. His need for the giant animal was strong. He had to get Hell's trust. Somehow. Just enough to follow him home.
Storm moved at a steady walk. Blowing contentedly. Sawyer gripped the stallion's mane tight. Thinking of Alex, Evean, Syra, he thought of Breeze and Cash and, even Sarah, he thought of home. He thought of Leelyn and Scarlett, Jilanna and Rhys. He thought of Roxxy.
The stallion beneath him took off into a run. Sawyer just hung on for the ride.Then, they came to a valley of sorts. Horses of all different breeds were there. But there was one, a stallion. His aura so strong and powerful he seemed to dominate the land. Making everything seem so small. Black.
It was a month after Sawyer and Roxxy left. Alex and Nathen became quick friends. Nathen being a substitute Sawyer. Alex did stay with Leelyn at time but, mostly kept to himself. Tryingto get ahold of Sawyer. The Contaro family was stil gone..He sat in the barn, then beside him. Both silent. Waiting for nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Too many! Word Count ~' OMG! Muse ~OMG Music ~' --- Notes ~' CANADA! Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 16, 2009 20:46:15 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ black smelled the stallion that was so similar to him in looks. well, they used to look similar in appearance. black had changed his description, and his gaze had always held this incorrigible savageness that would never be taken away or broken or hidden. storm was smaller than the giant onyx stud, but he was a threat nonetheless. one black fully intended to deal with. the massive stallion's head was directed towards the sound of the hooves hitting the green grass. he could smell the other stallion's musty scent. some of his mares were in heat! he must protect them! his magnanimous presence forgot its margins as he rose up on his hind legs and gave a shrill whistle.
the mares all of a sudden grew restless. there was a human stallion and a stallion scent in the air! they were dreadfully curious as well as frightened. they gaged their own actions by their leader's. in the end, it was the pregnant palomino thoroughbred cross that came up to black's side just as his front limbs smacked down upon the earth again. he was angry and his muscles were hardened from battle, and his body was supremely flexable and capable. he snorted in the mare's face, and bellowed loudly, enough for it to echo across the lands. thrown into a terrified frenzy, the mares did as commanded and suddenly, there was the rolling thunder of many, many pairs of hooves pounding across the earth.
black didn't watch them go. they were running to be only a couple hundred yards behind him. all the eyes of the mares watched with an intensity that rivaled black's own prepetual wildness. they were coming closer. the muscled chest moved forward and back in a natural rythm as he finally saw sawyer and storm coming down the gentle slopes into the lush valley. if storm so wished to fight him this day or any day, he would not survive. hell had warred with several stallions over the course of one month. he had triumphed in each war because he was a cunning, devilish creature. borne of ferocity and fire. the stallion did not move. such a gesture would be idiotic. he would wait for the smaller black arabian to come to him.
he would obliterate both males, no doubt. he had the willingness to do it! however, something was hindering his total effort. usually his mistress's stallion was with his mistress. did that mean that his mistress was nearby?! his forelock hung over his right eye in a thick black curtain as he watched them come closer and closer. there was still this feeling that he shouldn't hurt the human stallion....but he had no inhibitions about storm. the only thing that would save storm would be if the shorter stud showed explicit disinterest.
leelyn and jilanna walked barefoot through the forest in their bikinis, hand in hand. they had just got home from the lake, leelyn having to go pick up her sister at her job and getting dumped into the water in the process. thank goodness, leelyn had been wearing her bikini. and now, they were dripping wet and walking up the long drive way of the ranch and were just now passing the parking lot. they were laughing together, the two women having a remarkable resemblance. they had always been close and it was easy to tell for their hands never parted. they had come to see all four mares: melody, cash, venus, and archangel.
going for the barn, the young women dripped water everywhere, blonde and red hair wringing wet. "hey heffer! let's go see the pregnant ladiehs first and then melody and cash."leelyn grinned at jilanna's teasing. "shuddup, bi-yotch. don' tell ME what tuh do." they both burst into laughter, but the sisters moved towards venus's and archangel's stalls. venus was heavy! archangel was just as heavy looking even though she was due a month later than the black arabian mare. leelyn reached over the half door to kiss archangel's forehead. "you're six months! just five months to go, sweetheart..." she had to move back as the buckskin's head flew over the stall door to hang. venus did the same thing in the neighboring stall and the two stablemates touched noses.
"jil! yanno venus is seven months...she had just a little more to go....i wonder what this hell's foal will be like. ya think it's a boy or a lil' girl?" she grew softer as her speech continued and she reached over to fondle venus's cheek. jilanna was holding the black mare's dished head, stroking it. southernized vocals were heard from the beautiful redhead. "i think it'll be a lil' boy. i mean, just look how big venus is! and she's just seven months! and if she gets aneh bigger, i'd think she about to pop!" her lips made a popping noise on the p's. this brought chuckles from both women. pulling away, they went towards melody and cash, their stalls at the opposite end of the barn.
"leelyn! i swear you're as cut as roxxy! and you eat more 'an anybodeh, i swear it!" leelyn's grin became victorious. "I HAVE BEEN WORKING OUT!!! ain't it nice?! poke it." leelyn couldn't even contain her giggles as she flexed her abdominals. and being jilanna, she poked them. "duuuude! hehe, poke mine." there was a silly grin on her pretty face, her brown eyes sparkling. "sweet!" leelyn didn't poke. she punched. jilanna knew it was coming and she clenched her muscles even tighter. leelyn punched her with all her weight and jilanna felt it, but not so much. "check me oooooout!"
they both burst into laughter. they acted very immature sometimes but it was incredibly funny to watch their interaction with each other. they then went to cash's and melody's stall, the two places across the aisle from each other. "hey cash! hey sweetie...you wanna ride for a while?" the beautiful mare's head reached over the stall door to feel jilanna's tender, loving caresses. "melody...you wanna go on da trails today? you've not been worked today..." the big palomino tobiano mare sulked in the back of her large box stall. leelyn felt hurt in her heart again. roxxy was gone and there were little reminders everywhere. c syde melody was one of them. "i know, beautiful, i know...she's gone." leelyn reached out over the stall and offered her hand to the paint mare.
there was a soft whinny, sad it sounded. and then melody came forth and pressed her nose into leelee's cupped hand. "there we go."
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Post by Desert on Sept 16, 2009 22:40:22 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The wild pair cantere down the hill. Sawyer completely silent. Instead, he was communicating horse style. Sawyer trained his own horses, and those of others. What best way to train a horse than being able to speak horse? Sawyer dug his heels into his stud's flanks. The Arabian beat his legs faster. Sawyer clicking his tongue, urging his way in.
He knew all these other horses were mares, Sme probably pregnant. He had heard Black's clear warning. Storm slid to a stop, only five feet from the herd. Then, the thundering of hooves sounded the air as the mares were directed away. Storm whinnied at them and reared. He was about to bolt at them, steal them when Sawyer turned the Arabian around to face away from the band of horses.
As soon as the stallion was calm, Sawyer turned him back around and slowly approached the giant stud. Storm's muscles grew tense, yet Sawyer stayed calm. He did not want to fight this stud.
At his rider's intense calm, Storm, too began to loosen up. He tried to pay no attention to the mares. He thought about his pain in the butt mare. Pain. Shaking out his mane, he stopped in front of Black. The taller sallion only four inches taller.
The blind boy dismounted and watched Black. Keeping tight attention to his actions. Not wanting to appear a threat but, a friend of sorts. Sawyer came all this way (even though Canada wasn't on the priority list) just to find this stallion. He promised Roxxy he would care for the stallion.
Sawyer felt connected to Black in a way. He remembered Roxxy once saying that he and the stud were a lot alike. Both of them only wanting to protect Roxxy from all danger. Willing to fight an kill to keep her safe. Sawyer stoo only a foot from the stallion before him.
Storm started to creep around to sneak toward the mares, moron. Sawyer's kee ear picked up the movement. He shot a threatening glare in the Arab's direction. Putting his fingers to his lips, he imitated a stallion's whistle. Storm's ears picked up the simple message directed at him.
"GO AWAY!" Storm pinned his ears and trotted in the other diretion. Sawyer's muscles relaxed. Still, he stood tall and ready. He looked into Black's firey brown eyes. Waiting for any reaction, any movement. There was silence in the valley, as if it, too. Was waiting for a moment from either man or beast.
Hearing footsteps in the barn. Alex and Nathen shot to their feet. Alex instantly exited about the voices. He and his new friend moved to the double doors and looked inside. Two pairs of brown eyes looking in the direction of the two women.
Nathen's jaw feel to the floor at the sight. "Who are they?" he whispered putting on a stupid grin....Sawyer's stupid grin. Damnit! Alex's fist shot up, nailing the twin in the jaw. Then, he walked inside. "Hell, if you're going out riding. Do you thnk you can take two bored guys along with you?" he asked with a smile. Nathen at his heels. A kind but shy smile on his face. He looked over at Pain's stall.
The mare's spotted butt facing them...No, she didn't want to be ridden...Well, she was going to be. Alex winked at Nathen and moved to the big mare's stall. He gave her a quick pat on the butt and hard hooves shot out and hit the stall door. The lock rattled. The kicked was followed by a series of very angry whinnies and snorts. The mare turned around in her stall to bite the pervert who touched her.
Alex was already stading on the other end of the isle, laughing his head of at his mare. Nathen looked like he was about to die. For the guys, it was all an inside joke. Something too funny for even the female mind to understand.
Pain looked over the stall door. Glaring at the boys, evil in her eyes. She knew all of a man's weak spots. ALL of them. There were more than verything between the legs. But, there was the best place to kick. She snorted loudly and stomped a hoof. At the hoof, the boys threw their heads back and laughed.
Alex finally got up the courage to get his pissed mare "Geez, Pain. Talk abou PMS, you big hormone queen." he snorted. Pain reared in her stall and screamed angrily. Nathen was just sitting back and enjoying the show.
Pain had to be dragged out of her stall. She bit Alex's shoulder once. The boy laughed the pain off and ended up getting a bit in her mouth. She chewed the metal angrily, finally standing still. Except when the saddle came along. The threw it right off. Fine, bareback. "Spoiled brat." Alex muttered.
Nathen easily got Rim out. The gelding reached out to Pain. Even though he wasn't a stallion. Pain didn't like him already. She bared her teeth and stared at him. Her ears pinned. She was as unhappy as ever.
Alex looked over at Leelyn and Jilanna. "So, care to explain the bikinis?" he gave the twobeautiful women a grin. Pain, finding an advantage reached around and sank her teeth into Alex's thigh.
"OW! Damnit Pain!" Alex snarled. Nathen snickered "Love hurts, Alex." he chuckled tightening the cinch. (He had been getting riding lessons from Alex. He could ride, kinda) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Jilanna, Nathen Black Word Count ~' Dun care! Muse ~It's shrinking, but it's still there Music ~' Fields of Gold----? It's a sadish song Notes ~' Well, when you're blind, being chased by a chopper on a black horsein the middle of no where...Canada is a good place to go. Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 17, 2009 21:07:11 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ black watched both warily. his muscles bulged involuntarily. he was sub-conciously tensing up. he saw storm walk towards his herd of mares, and before sawyer could react, the stallion bolted towards storm. but stopped abruptly hearing a whistle like his own, but on a lower note. storm backed from the direction of his band of females. black turned to look at the human stallion, his mistress's mate. he was curious now. why on earth did he stop this other stallion for? what were his motives? did he have no desire to take them from him? black's muscles rippled under the heavily scarred, but smooth coat of homozygous black. his swan neck was arched, his mane falling over his right side, the gruesome scar left by the mountain lion more apparent.
hell was confused. he was an animal of habit. he killed anything, anyone that bothered him, even minutely. how come he had no desire to destroy sawyer? so much to learn! the intelligent stud turned back to sawyer, still keeping a close eye on storm. hell let sawyer approach him till he was around a foot away. if one thought the hell looked fierce and massive from a distance, he was impossibly so now. of course, even though he was a very large horse, there were those equines taller than him...but it was the sheer power of his presence. he was hell and black. heaven sent, hell bound. suddenly, reason found him, some supernatural urging touched his empty heart-shaped box. he found this human stallion's presence...comforting.
perhaps it was the intertwining of their history. sawyer allowed him to reminisc on the absence of his mistress. it was common sense for him to feel that sawyer, somehow...helped, didn't replace...his missing owner's aura and physical presentation. hell didn't move any further. he would never love sawyer like he loved roxxy, therefore, he would never come to the tall male. but he would allow him to stroke him, and touch him....maybe even ride him. (he decided, when there's no saddle involved, that having a person ride him was actually quite invigorating.) another thought came to his simple, yet complex mind: was sawyer taking him to roxxy? oh, how happy he would be!
black gave a throaty whinny to sawyer, its deep tones enamanating outward to make palpable vibrations in the air. reaching out with a nose that could be cupped in two female-sized hands, large nares took a deep inhalation of his sawyer's scent, which was rather musty to the stallion. all stallion's had their own scent, their own must. then, a small snort, not one strong enough to shoot out mucus, was felt and heard. the defined and dished head slipped back and kissed the high air again, ears pricking and those eyes still targeted on sawyer, burning like flames from hell.
leelyn had just brought out melody, the head collar on, lead rope attached, when alex and sawyer came out to see her and jilanna, who had also just brought out her own horse. both heads snapped to look at the door handsome looking men. leelyn's boyfriend was alex, while jilanna didn't have one. but it didn't matter. they both looked to sawyer as a best friend, a brother of sorts. melody whinnied at alex and sawyer. alex had just gotten bit on the thigh by an angry pain when melody and cash unified in a warm whinny. leelyn smiled wryly, and jilanna had that smoldering grin painted on her face. oh, yes. they were most definitely sisters. "of course! and SAWYER!!! i'm glad you came back!!!" leelyn and jilanna both left their horses (they were good mares-they weren't going anywhere!) to give who they thought was sawyer a warm hug, their mostly bare bodies crushing up against nathen's.
and why would they think any different. a half-inch didn't make much noticable different. and their eyes looked the same at the moment...only they were clearer in color. not such a cloudy blue. leelyn then whirled her bikini-clad body into alex's arms, whether they were open or not. "well, jil's a lifeguard at the lake. what a job, eh? and well, she told me she was gonna show me where jesus was baptized, and then she picked me up and threw me in the lake. but it's okay. she saved me afterwards." twinkling laughter from both women were heard as jilanna backed away from sawyer's twin so that she could look at them both. but her gaze, now was focused on her blonde sister. "i'm sorry honey! i forgot jesus was baptized in the other lake!" she mock-scoffed at herself and pouted, but then the smile returned to her pretty face.
"but yes! of course, you can ride with us!" with that, jilanna whirled and walked back, hips swinging in that natural sway, to cash, who was looking at jil expectantly with her big brown eyes. leelyn retreated the same way but not before giving alex a deep kiss, her long black lashes sweeping down and touching his face. seeing the cleveland bay gelding, jilanna and leelyn both tilted their heads to the side. "uh...sawyer...when did you get a cleveland ba-" both sisters had the same revelation at the same time. they shouted together. "YOU'RE NOT SAWYER!!!" those brown eyes were vivid and pristine, too pristine for a blind man. this was no blind yet, yet he looked EXACTLY like sawyer. "how..."
once again, these intellectual women figured it out by themselves, "twins." well, that changed everything."
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Post by Desert on Sept 17, 2009 22:41:51 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sawyer listened closely to the stallion. But, also keepig an ear on Storm. The Arabian trotting back and forth, probbly out of boredom. Still keeping a safe distance away. Sawyer heaved a sigh, or a blow in horse standards. The tall man kept foggy brown eyes glued to the stud, almost seeing the horse himself.
He could hear the soft breeze blow across the valley, also the sound of rustling mares. A reason Sawyer sent Storm away was, well. He knew that these mares belonged to Black, he would respect that. Sawyer's best choice was to beome one with the herd, sorta. He wouldn't challange Black's reign. He would force Storm not to.
He felt a muzzle close, with a slow pace, Sawyer followed the stallion's elegant head until he stood almost directly beside Hell's Black Revenge. Sawyer started off slow, letting only one hand trail down the muscled, silk neck of this mighty stag. After a long moment of that, another hand reached out and touched the toned shoulder.
This reminded him so much of the day he met Roxxy. The day he touched this horse and didn't die. Now, he could show the animal that he could be trusted even when a large band of mares were involved.
Knowing quite well how protective stallions were over their mares, Sawyer had to be gentle. Also knowing that Black could kill him so easily. Of course, Sawyer was stubborn and wouldn't go down without a fight. He lifted his gentle hands away from the stallion and took step back, looked toward the treeline where Storm waited. Then, looked back at Black then back to the treeline, along with another stepack.
The simple message that he wanted Black and his herd to follow. Of course the mares were welcome, they could roam free throughout the 100,000 acres of land Shady Lane owned. Sawyer wouldn't keep Black held in a stall all the time, that wouldn't be fair to the stallion. Black would be able to come and go as he pleased. As long ashe stayed in Kentucky.
Back just had to be there! Wait, quickly, Sawye stepped close o the stallion again and held out his wrist. The one that had the diamond necklace. The one that still smelled of Roxanna. Sawyer made sure of it. He, too, knew the woman's scent. He was determined to keep it. Though the scent may have been masked by horse and nature, it was still there.
Alex instantly knew that the two women would mistake Nathen for Sawyer. Of course tht Sawyer clone wouldn't mind. As long as he got a hug! Yeah, Nathen liked hugs. Typical Sawyer behevior. The two boys looked at each other when Nathen was once again adressed as Sawyer. Instead of correcting them, Nathen smiled warmly and took them into his arms. Hugging them both. Alex opened his mouth to point out that this man was not Sawyer.
Nathen looked up at Alex with a hard "Let me have my fun" glare. Ok, he got his hug. The smile still on his face when the two gorgeous women pulled back. Nathen and Alex stood away from Pain, straying over to Rim. The bay nickered happily to the mares. Just a cheerful hello. The boys listened to Leelyn speak, laughing for a moment. Nathen snickered "Any peach trees nearby?" he asked. Alex thought for a moment "Uhhhhh Yeah. When Pain kicks you, you'll see him. Just ask Sawyer." Alex playfully punched Sawyer's twin in the shoulder.
He didn't hit hard but, it was enough for a loud smack. Nathen gave Alex a sideways glance then whacked him in the shoulder right back. Lightly but, like Sawyer. Nathen's punches, even light ones, hurt. Alex rolled his shoulder and went over beside Pain. Nathen looked up when he was called, well. Kinda. He knew to respond to both names. There was silence for a moment after the girls finally realized who this man was.
The two men burst into laughter. "Yep, twins. Surprised? Yeah, so was I when I found out." Nathen grinned warmly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Jilanna, Nathen Word Count ~' Decent Muse ~Beautiful Music ~' I don't really know what it is... Notes ~' If I acted British, you'd see a major difference. Besides. All my crazyAmerican friends rub off on my but, Iam indeed British. Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 19, 2009 8:43:34 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ this figure was estranged in his life! sawyer had never played more in his life than the object of black's jealousy, rage, and violent hatred. roxanna seemed to have left because of him...but it was the thought that sawyer had been with her so much of her life in the past months that he could no longer hate sawyer now. the decision was not debatable to the obsidian brute. thus, he let sawyer touch him, caress him, and wonder the network of veins and steely muscle, sinew, and the mayhem black had all went through to get his jagged scars. and even though, he thought all these things and they came to pass, hell was still keeping his fiery gaze on storm and his herd. if sawyer had been able to see, he would've seen that hell's ears were still pricked, not pinned.
then, sawyer backed away. all his focus went to sawyer. what did he want of him? hell gazed at him quizzically, those eyes abnormally bright. the male human's gaze went from him to storm, at the tree line, many yards off, then back to him. there was something of interest back in the forest? black was still lost in translation. then, sawyer did a repetition, taking another step back. black was beginning to understand. his mistress's stallion wanted him to follow him. black snorted, as if scoffing. he would do no such thing! but then sawyer exposed something glimmering, eye-catching. borne of curiousity, hell approached, meeting sawyer.
he smelled her, right away. it was vague, faint, but it was her. the black stallion's eyes dimmed dramatically, his brown optics softening to seemingly impossible lengths for him. the muzzle so small for a horse so big dipped down to tenderly, lovingly caress the show of diamonds. some say horses don't cry, that animals in general, do not cry. but the tear was suddenly sliding down hell's long nose and landed on sawyer's wrist. the next sound that could be heard from him was a soft, lonely, sad whicker. it was like a down-sized cry from that of an abandoned colt. his heart-holder, roxxy, had left him. his emotional part had suffered a fatality from her absence.
black did something so very uncharasteristic for him. his depression, psycological, caused him to do such. his arabian head pushed itself into sawyer's capable arms, his forehead against his chest. for one of those rare times, black wasn't a fully matured stallion of 5 years old...he was just a sad little colt looking for his mother, his mate, the other half of himself. he gave a small exhalation and then held his current position for long moments. then, his head slowly rose up as he gathered up himself. hell was not known for his sentimental part. but, he didn't snatch his head back from sawyer...it was a gentle breaking away. maybe that meant some insight.
but the gentle side of the night-kissed stud vanished as he suddenly nudged sawyer's chest away, rather like a soft shove, and then fled away. he would follow sawyer and storm. sawyer had roxxy with him, no matter how small the physical portion was. and therefore, he had no choice but to follow. the large band of mares was some ways off, but black made it in world-record time, his hooves barely touching the ground. hell's bugalling scream was heard as he rushed the mares into action. the massive black equine circled to his position at the back of the herd. the beautiful palomino mare led towards sawyer and storm, towards the treeline. and slacking mares were brought back into line by black's constantly stream of bellowing, reprimanding whistles, squeals, and nips. it was like a thunder storm without the actual storm.
the ground trembled with the pounding of many hooves upon the earth. if black did come back to kentucky, they would probably meet many more wild bands and ranches along the way. hell's herd was going to become a lot larger, no doubt. but getting back to shady lane, it was a liability that many, many of his mares would return to their domestic lifestyles, as he had captured them from various ranches and stables along the way that just didn't have a clue about what big black hethen was just waiting for the opportune moment....
leelyn looked from alex to nathen. she whined to alex, "what the hell were you thinkin?" here, she grumbled under her breathe as she gripped melody's bridle. "stupid boys." putting on the palomino tobiano's bridle on, she went to go look for the heavy western saddle and the saddle pad. she went into the tack room to go get it, leaving jilanna with alex and nathen. jilanna already had her tack near at hand. she had been riding cash everyday. "oookay...well, this is a new development...well, what's the story. where'd ya come from? and i'm sorry about leelyn.... she's still really sensitive... we all are." her bright demeanor vanished for a moment, but then she put one that characterstic smile for all holis's.
cash was being her usual sweet tempered self. but...she simply refused to have the saddle on her back this time. jilanna burst out laughing and held cash's neck. "golden dollar, baby, you wanna go bareback?" cash whinnied, flicking her ears up from their pinned position. she had used the saddle daily! she just wanted nothing on her back today! nothing except for jilanna. which jil thought was perfectly fine. "alright, fine." she grabbed the saddlebred's reins and pulled her over to nathen and alex. she gave alex a big hug, as she didn't get to do it. "i really didn't forget about you! that teasing spark was in her eyes as she shook her head. cash looked at the gelding and sniffed him in interest.
leelyn came out of the tackroom, arms heavy-laden with a beautifully decored western saddle with a monogramed saddle pad underneath. melody looked at leelyn and whinnied loudly. she hadn't been exercised in a while. the thought made her prance excitedly. leelyn's arms extended upwards and her muscles flexxed nicely as she put the heavy piece of gear on the big mare's back. she made quick work of pulling it down her withers and then cinching the sucker on there. wiping her bare flesh off of any dust or dirt, she took melody's reins and also brought her over to alex and nathen. her mood was still foul. "yes...i'm curious, despite my mood. how'd this happen?"
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Post by Desert on Sept 19, 2009 14:38:58 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Even tough Sawyer was human, he was a stallion at heart. Every man who had a love for every horse was. He had gotton Black's trust. He was able to touch the stud, now. He felt a tear.
A horse's tear fell right onto his wrist. Black showed such emotion that simgle moment. Both of them did, the corners of Sawyer's eyes became wet. The two had a little piece of Roxxy that single moment.
Then, Black did something so unlike himself. His head was suddenly against his chest. The strong stallion was now a colt again. Every heart, no matter how dark and empty, had a light. A childish side. Now, Black was showing his. Sawyer held his neck for the long moment, His fingers getting lost within the long mane.
They stayed like that for what seemed like a very long time. Sawyer's heart was beating rapidly. Black could click at anytime. Be wary, be wary. He kept his eyes closed, ready for anything. But Black's presence was so...calm, sad.
The pair pulled away at the same time. Sawyer took a small step back while Black lifted his head. The black stallion behind Sawyer whickered quietly. Telling them to hurry up, Sawyer guessed. He looked over his shoulder at the Arabian and gave a slight nod.
He could feel Black push him away, understanding Sawyer turned and jogged away. Mounting his horse, the Arabian instantly took off into the forest. Sawyer had a smile on his features. He took out his phone. Strong legs keeping him glued to the horse's back. Alex was on speed dial, thank god.
The phone rang and rang....
Nathen frowned and tilted his head at the beautiful blonde, Leelyn. He reaction surprised him. Looking to Alex, a pained expression on his face "Was it something I said?" he asked quietly. The shoter man raised "Don't worry about it, Nathen."and lowered a shouder. he said. Still, Nathen couldn't help but feel guilty He didn't mean to do anything!
He turned to the readhead. Big brown eyes watchig her with intense curiousity. lex seemed comfortable with them. Nathen noticed that the younger an was very shy and...out there. He didn't talk much. When he did talk, Nathen found his voice...interesting. Alex's voice had a certain ring to it. One that would grab people's attention.
Alex hugged Jilanna back and smiledthen, he turned to face Pain. The piebald mare staring at Alex angrily. She really didn't want to be ridden. Alex told Nathen he might sell the mare. She was too bad tempered for him. Nathen turned to his gelding,
Still surprised that the horse was going to be sent to slaughter. He was such a wonderful horse. He was already trained. Alex wondered if they'd be able to get him to drive. He said that Sawyer's horse, Breeze like to pull a carrage and won a few driving competitions..
Stroking the smooth shoulder, Nathen tried to think. His story? He was still trying to figure out who he was! "Ummm, I...I think I was kidnapped when I was realy young, still a baby. My parents...My...other parents said they found me on the side of the road." he looked down, still trying to remember.
"It was only a year ago when I learned who I was." he finished his short story with a sad sigh, wishing Sawyer were here. He didn't want to be separated any longer. He looked up at Leelyn and Jilanna, giving them both an apologetic smile. "I-I'm sorry for the confusion." his words were shy.
He mounted Rim, the gelding busy with the two mares, ignoring Pain. Nathen gave him a gentle tap and he moved into a slow, lazy walk.
Alex's phone rang, Nathen stopping his horse, turning. "It's Sawyer!" Alex's face lit up. "Put it on speaker!" Nathen hissed. The two boys were silent. "Sawyer?" Alex asked hesitantly. "Hey, Alex!" that was Sawyer's voice! That voice belonged to his brother. His twin. The man he had never met before. "Sawyer! Where are you? I haven't talked to you in weeks."
"I'm alright, look. I'm in Wyoming." Wyoming? What was he doing there? Nathen's heart beat so fast it hurt. "I found Black. It was quite weird. I'm not dead! I'll be back in about a week, some of Black's mares are pregnant."
Alex's mouth was ajar as Sawyer spoke. Black? Who was Black? A horse? Nathen grew even more excited. "Oh dear lord. Be careful Sawyer. And, when you get back. There's someone I want you to meet." he said, giving Nathen a smile.
"Alright, can't wait. Oh, and Alex. Can you do me a favour?" Sawyer asked, his voice solem, now. Nathen tilted his head."Yeah.." Alex said softly.
There was a pause. "I want you to call my mum. Tell her that I'm ok. And tell my dad that I'm sorry." Mum and Dad? What were they like. They must've been worried sick about Sawyer. Did his real parents remember him? Would they welcome him back into the family? Nathen was suddenly scared.
What if they didn't! His eyes grew wide. Then, Sawyer hung up. "So he's coming home!?" Nathen asked, the smile returning to his face. Alex grinned "Yeah, he is." he whispered. The two boys didn't say much but, they smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Jilanna, Nathen Word Count ~' ... Muse ~Beautiful Music ~' Beautiful Lie- 3 Days to Mars (I think) Notes ~Yes I have questions! Answer them! NOW! Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 20, 2009 19:05:16 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ fast forwarding some on this part
black followed sawyer with little to no effort. he drove his mares hard. for six days, they flew past ranches and cities and other wild herds smaller than his own. the inevitable happened: black would challenge the other stallion's authority and a fight would break out. black always won, though not without a wound here and there, but nothing compared to how he left the other stallions. if sawyer had ever had a doubt about how well black could fight, the doubt would've been smoothed away. the stallions were left either dead or severely wounded. and within those six days, black's herd grew from 34 to 67. the horses weren't always female anymore. there were complacent young stallions, yearlings, posing no threat. there were also a couple of geldings that had come from the ranches: black had had a late-night expedition...
they were on the kentucky line, surrounded by open land consisting of lush bluegrass meadows, when black was openly challenged by an older stallion with a band of young colts, fillies, mares, and younger stallions...all his offspring. and the band was almost as large as black's own. the old stallion was a nasty piece of work, his black eyes venemous, his flea-bitten grey hide covered in as many scars, if not more than hell's. he looked to be around 16.2 hands, and a wild look about him. yes...this was black's challenge of the week. the gray stallion wanted hell's unbred mares and even the mares that were already pregnant. and black would have none of it.
it was evening time and the horses of black's herd had to stop. of course some of them could've gone further, but they still didn't have the endurance of the mighty black stallion at the head of the family. they were all grazing, except for the lonesome stud gazing at them from his perch on top of a small hill. at first it was just the usual whickerings of friendliness of his herd, but then he heard the thunder of many hooves. something was coming. black's sculpted visage whipped towards the sound and even in the dark, he could see the growing forms on the ground. another herd. and at a mile away, their leader ran up to the front and delivered a ear-splitting scream of challenge. in a battle-raged fervor, black's testosterone level shot up to heaven.
he reared and returned the scream with one of his own. his ears were pricked, and his muscles flexxed. sawyer and storm couldn't be too far off. there was a deep concern over the boy...wait! had he just considered the safety of the human male? black snorted and then raced into action. the other band was coming closer. black soared over the ground towards his herd and whinnied loudly at them. he wanted them away. the palomino mare was still the lead mare. she knew his moods by now, his commands. carrying what authority she had, she released a loud nicker of her own and the thunder rolled across the land once again in the form of two very large herds of wild horses.
the grey stallion was a vigorous, deceitful creature. he had long been a wild thing. he left his herd behind with a sharp whistle and as he approached the taller black stud, he was suddenly aware that this new foe was not a young stallion...this new opponent had warred with other stallions, just as he had. he was sordidly reminded that this may not end so well. he was not a young stallion anymore...an old leader at the age of 18 years. but age mattered not in this case. only how swift and deadly and intelligent one was. as the flea-bitten, scarred grey stallion approached and black stood there, a defiant and fierce gleam to his eye, they had a mutual dismissal of all customary waiting.
and the two stallions began a dance as old as time: the battle for authority, for leadership. they rushed headlong at each other, their bodies colliding, making a bold sound. this was more than a tussle. only one stallion could win. the other would lie on the ground in a pool of his life's blood. a their battlecries harmonized in a raucous; it sounded as though their very essences were being pulled from their bodies. they were both on their hind legs, their forelegs locked together, their necks swerving, ducking, striking to get at the other's throat. the grey one was the first to pull away. he quickly came down and whirled in the same fluid, continuous motion, his hind hooves coming up to slam into black's chest.
hell was too fast for the old one, so the attack wasn't what it was meant to be. black kept on his hind legs, instead of letting gravity take him back down. the hooves that had been aimed for his chest passed through air and as they came back to be under the grey's body, black's full weight came down on his front legs which crushed down on the grey's croup. the old stallion squealed in anger and pain in equal amounts. he bolted forwards some, but black was on his tail. the black stud got in a deep bite before the grey abruptly stopped. black bulldozed straight into the grey stallion, the two massive bodies of muscle rolling over each other, screaming all the while.
black was disoriented and didn't get up as quickly as the grey did. the silver stud popped up after a last roll and landed a full force kick right into black's right side. black lost his breath and his pupils dilated, causing him to become dizzy. the grey took advantage of the moment and reared up, his hooves aimed to come down on black's skull. black felt dazed still...he couldn't exactly breathe. time moved slow for him. and a flash of images went through his mind. she was so small compared to him! but the way she presented herself made him want to come after her. she was kind to him. and he knew she loved him.... he could smell her scent now. the hooves were coming down faster than before.
the black stallion snapped out of his daydream, that horrendous anger and sheer power coursing through is body, cleansing it of any cloudiness. the hooves were two feet over his head and coming down rapidly. black surged up and his body propelled itself up under the grey's body, like what a human's uppercut will do to another human's chin. the stallion flew into the air a little way and back on his back. the old stallion hadn't been expecting that. he rolled to his side, his belly exposed. black delivered several full-forced kicks directly to his belly, causing immediately internal bleeding. black was giving never ending battlecries. until at last, his hooves came down on the old one's trachea and the old one moved no more, black, chest and body heaving, threw his head back and let loose a eardrum-busting clarion call. he had won. he was black.
both women listened to nathen's story with unveiled curiousity. this was amazing! they were sure, though, that they didn't have twins. the thought made jilanna laugh out loud. they were all out of the barn and heading towards the trails when alex's phone rang. jilanna's red head snapped towards alex. blonde hair was slung around her shoulders as she jerked her head towards alex. "SAWYER!!" "SAWYER!!" both girls listened intently to what sawyer said over the phone. and sure enough, they could hear many sets of hooves in the background. oh, buddy.
leelyn thought everyone was really relieved sawyer was coming home. they had all been worried sick about him. and it was still a wonder to her, as it was to anyone who actually knew black, how sawyer actually got the massive stud to follow him back to kentucky. she would have to ask him. jilanna was out and rhys was...well, no where to be found. probably on some other horse-hunting expedition of his. leelyn wanted to do something. she was bored out of her mind. a sudden thought burst into her mind. the thought made her grin brilliantly. with a small chuckle and a wicked spark in her eyes, she ran from her studio all the way upstairs to the wonderful land called her room.
it's amazing what transformation a person can undergo in a span of two hours. leelyn was dressed up because well, she had a plan whose only purpose was to relieve her of her boredom and well, allow her to spend time with alex. so, she was now walking up to the front door of the contaro/o'heir house. her hair and face: flawless. her apparel: elegant. she rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door. and when someone did, she flashed a warm smile. "alex here?"
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Post by Desert on Sept 20, 2009 22:01:24 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me? Can You Feel Me in Your arms? Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Those six days wen by slowly. Storm finally began to realise that he could not challange Black. He could only lead the herd at times and keep out of the way during fights. Protecting the mares when rival studs came too close.
Sawyer felt like he finally became part of the large band. He actually had an advantage to some other bands of horses that didn't want to challange. First of all, he was human. It was wise for wild horses to be wary of humans. He realised that only the strongest of the country's wild stallions dared come near this herd.
Bak had won every time. Sawyer didn't interfere. They were ot his fights. Sawyer kept Storm near the mares, somehow keeping them from running into chaos. He kept them somewhat calm during the fights.
GPS in the hed told Sawyer they were near the Kentucky line. Only a day left until they reached Shady Lane. The ranch sat happily in the center of he state. Sawyer and Storm were close to the back of the group of horses. The black stallion prodding the slower mares to keep moving while Black led.
Then, they stopped for a moment. Sawyer had stopped a ways ehind the herd, having to dismount and walk around, do his business and hop back on. Storm's ears were pricked toward the band of mares, and Black. Sawyer lifted his head when he heard a challanging scream.
Sawyer had memorised Black's battlecry long before this. And that wasn't Black. Another scream sounded. THAT was Black. Sawyer threw himself onto Storm, the stallion already moving. The galloped hard. They had falen behind, too far behind. Storm's hooves thundered against the Earth. Sawyer not caring to pay attention to what was hitting him in the face.
He looked like a tornado hit him. He had made sure to keep far away from civilised places. Meaning, he was hungry, he needed to shave, his jaw and mouth were starting to get a little too fuzzy for his taste. He drank from streams just like the horses. When he did go searching for food. It was far away. He knew for sure that the sound of his pistol would spook a few horses. He had to live up to his name. The comparison was always there. Sawyer was compared to a wolf.
Damn him for not coming prepared. His eyes were bright red. All the pigment in his eyes were gone. They were too dry. They hurt. Even if he could go near public places. He would've been dumped somewhere he didn't want to be. Back in a lab.
He had figured out the mystery of his red eyes. They were like an albino's eyes. Sometimes red, sometimes they seemed a swollen purple like, like a bruise. Of course, his eyes never went too purple. A little swollen on his lids. He looked lik a freaking vampire!
When the evil people gave him shots n his eyes. They cut off the pigment in his retina, no pigment, no real clour in the eye. Making it red and burn. That was only they were dry, his eyes were constantly in need of water, anything wet. hat opened the nerves letting hat was left of the pigment shine through..
Thank the lord for his father's research or he wouldn't have eve figured out that the evil people made him part albino! What luck!
Storm pushed his way past the mares and to the front. Sawyer could hear both stallions. By the sound of the cries and movement of Black opponent, he was an older stud. Storm turned toward the mares and whickered at them. They were far enough away.
Sawyer urged his stallion away. Dismounting, he gave Storm a swat. The Arabian trotted into the group followed by Sawyer. He stood over many of these mares. His head poked over even Black's withers. By now most of these mares were used to him. He allowed himself to touch a few. Only if they let him. Sawyer had long since counted these horses. Making sure none of them got stolen.
He couldn't help but worry about Hell. This fight was longer than most. The sound of bodies crashing together seemed to rattle the Earth's bones. Sawyer remained calm. Moving fluidly and quickly through the herd. Counting mares, making sure none were hurt or too scared.
Luckily, none were. Sawyer could only care about these horses. He would hate for one of them to get injured. Especially if the were pregnant. The boy knew natural ways to heal. Some herbs for pain. Water, and of course, rest.
Then, there was a whistle. Black had won. The other stallion was dead. Storm even sent out a call of his own. Sawyer stood beside a bay gelding. About 15 hands. He was a small horse, in Sawyer's standards. The boy going for horses 16 hands or over. Liberty being Black's size and Breeze only an inch or two smaller.
That got him thinking. How were his own horses? Were they doing ok? And, what about his dog? Sawyer had never been away from Sparks this long. The wolf went where ever Sawyer did. But now, Sawyer was away with no mutt to play! He heaved a sigh and left the gelding. Still counting horses. His had moved up to sixty now. Only seven more to find.
There they stood, a little group, flanks touching. All young stallions. The oldest being only a year and a half. The others, were still like colts. Beside them stood a mare, a thoroughbred. Giving the mare a pat, Sawyer went searcing for his own horse. Every equine he had counted. None seemed to be hurt, no leg injuries. They were just tired.
Sawyer counted the band out of boredom, too. To keep him from going crazy, he had to keep his brain from turning into mush. Sawyer, being a very intellegent man, needed to keep busy. Plus, no horse could be hurt on his account. That included Black.
Storm came to Sawyer. The boy did not mount. Just took a handful of mane and leting the Arabian lead him to Black. He had heard someting hard. Something that sounded like Black loosing his breath. Still, he sounded all right.
Sawyer stood quietly about a foot away from the stud. Waiting for him to calm down. Storm was eyeing horses from the other band. Storm did not steal mares, he only kept them together. Sawyer's mind was focused entirly on Black.
All Nathen could think about was his twin. It had been seven days since he called, the clock just striking midnight. He was concerned. Alex said Sawyer left with no supplies. No food, no fresh water, nothing but his cell phone, horse, and his will to survive.
Alex compared Sawyer to a wolf. Strong and willing. Also stubborn, which, didn't surprise the twin at all. But, Sawyer. Was. BLIND! He was out in the middle of who knows where, and he was blind.
Nathen was happy though. He had talked to his parents. His real parents! Dr. and Mrs. Contaro had returned to Shady Lane. His mother being a pilot in the Airforce (which Nathen then knew that he had the greatest parents on the planet.) had flown themselves there in a matter of minutes. Nathen now knew how fast her plane could go.
She was in hysterics when she arrived, getting a call from Alex. Telling her tht Sawyer was going to be ok and...and that Nathen was at Shady Lane. Today was the day he got to meet his parents.
Mum and Dad could only hold him. And he could only hold them back. Nathen never cried but, when he saw his real parents in person, he sobbed. He just couldn't stop. The doctor cried, and of course. Mum cried, she cried and held him. She cried somethings he couldn't make out she was talking through waterfalls.
"Oh! My baby! My little baby boy! You're home! YOU'RE HOME! You're alive. You're safe, and you're so big! So much like your brother! Oh Nathen! At last." he had sobbed while her head was burried in Nathen's chest. She had held him in a death grip. Dimonte Contaro did not speak. And, all the people in the airport got to see the family reunited. Right there.
But, someone was missing. Someone that Nathen was desperate to meet. His twin brother. Then man that was his clone. His double. He left the airport with his parents, Mum refusing to let go of her son. And, her son refusing to let go of her.
"It was so cold, and so dark. I had left the window open by mistake. And, Sawyer was crying, and Sawyer never cried. He was such an easy baby. I knew something was wrong. When I walked into the room, it was like I could see my breath. " she spoke softly. Dad looking down at the grass, it was dark and hard to see as they all sat in Rim's paddock. The gelding standing behind them. Grazing lazily.
"You were gone. Sawyer was still there but, he had been moved. I knew that whoever took you...He wanted to take Sawyer, too. There was no sign of anyone, we did not sleep for months. Oh Nathen!" she leaned against his shoulder. Mum was a kind woman, and, even though she was in the military and was as hard as a rock, she was very sensitive. She told the story through tears. Little diamonds running down her cheeks.
She looked a lot like Nathen. They had the same face, her hair tumbled down her back, her cheeks stained. Light brown eyes looking up into his own. Making his eyes swell once again.
"We called the police, I called the military. We would do anything to get you back. You were reported missing the next day. And, you have to remember. It was 1989, people were slow. I didn't care." Mum shook her head. Dabbing tears away.
Dad put a had on Nathen's shoulder. "We searched for two years, we never told Sawyer. We raised him as a single child until..Maysa got pregnant with your sister Ashlan. She began to grow tired. We gave up on our search, but we never lost hope that you were alive."
Nathen looked away. All that while. His parents were searching for him, while he was being raised as someone elses child! Heaving a sigh, he lay down in the grass. Arms behind his head. He had a feeling that later today, he was going to meet Sawyer.
Alex was home alone most of the day, he had decided that he was selling pain. He needed a better tempered horse, one he could actually ride. Pain hated him most the time and Storm. Storm was more horse than Alex could handle. He sat up in his room, it was ten at night. Nathen was gone with his parents.
He was alone. He sat in his room, his laptop showed many different melodies to so many songs by so many composers. It was incredible. Alex liked to mix them up to make his own. Now, he could experiment before he would scribble down random notes.
It didn't take long. He found something he liked and..Well, he started to play the keyboard. Soft music filled the large empty house. The only one other person here was the gardener. He decided to stay for the night just incase Alex needed anything.
Alex was on a roll with new music when the doorbell rang. Now, who would come here in the dead of night. Aex ignored it and continued to play. The gardener answered the door and a very familiar, beautiful voice filled the air.
Alex's heart lept into his throat. Leelyn! He stood up and looked down. "Hey, Leelyn. You look........Wow. You look...." he hesitated for words. The gardener's jaw fell o the floor. He was a young man, who could blame him? Leelyn was stunning, gorgeous, sexy. Alex's heart was already beating at top speed. He stared at her, his eyes scanning her body not once, twice, thrice...He flicked his head, inviting her up.
He had an idea on what she wanted. And, well. He wanted to be alone with her. Like, empty house alone. He looked to the employee. He was from Spain and didn't speak very much English. Alex spoke Spanish but, he decided to go the Alex way out.
His eyes were a hard glare. He wanted this person out! NOW! The Spanish man seemed to understand. He grabbed his sweatshirt and moved away. Closing the door behind him. Alex's face became light, loving. He moved back into his bedroom. His eyes still glued to the woman he loved. He knew what she wanted! Well, a part of him. A big part of him. Wanted it, too.
"I'm not dressed for the occasion but, I don't think that really matters." Hazle orbs turned back to her after he saved his work and shut his computer down. It was time to play and Alex, he was ready for the wonderful pain to come ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself. Are All My Thoughts of You. Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Jilanna, Nathen, da parents Word Count ~' 2199 Muse ~It's like...BAM Music ~' I dun know! It's bouncy! Notes ~ What's 2+2? I can't decide between fish and 22 Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 21, 2009 18:33:35 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ black looked into the sky, as if thanking God for his victory. then, he brought his burning gaze back to its normal level. he gazed around him and then suddenly he went into a coughing fit. it sounded wet...too wet. sure enough, blood littered his mouth as well as the ground after his coughing stopped. his chest was still heaving when sawyer came up to him. he knew that boy's entire mind was focused on him alone. black didn't like it knowing that he was hurt. he didn't want to expose his injury to sawyer, or else he might take over his heard. the thought made black squeal angrily at sawyer, which made him erupt into another long bout of coughing.
after this one ended, black's breathing was ragged. his lung had been punctured by his rib, which three were broken. the old stud had put everything he had in that kick to the stallion's ride rib cage. with ears pinned back, black whirled away from sawyer and his red gaze. he had no wish to be touched at the moment; he had the late stud's band now, and he was going to add it up to his, making the total over 100 now. the big stallion ignored the tremendous pain that was steadily decreasing his health. his strides lengthened and his lungs pumped as much as they could. he gave a roaring command. which, once again ended up in a few moments of a coughing rage. but he kept on running.
it was only a matter of minutes before he had intertwined the two bands together. and already, he had weeded out several two year old stallions of the grey horse's lineage. black made it clear that they weren't to approach the herd at any cost. the effort was taking its toll on the massive stallion. by the time, the vast herd was all rounded up, black was heaving, something that he rarely ever did. but it seemed black was just making this some kind of challenge. it was like he wanted to see how far he could go before he suddenly just drowned in his own blood. determined and now in familiar territory, the stallion grew more and more relentless and resilient. he began moving his herd again and now, more than ever, black had them on the run. he was desperate.
the thing with animals is that they usually go back to their birthplace, or some place of their cultivation, to die. black knew he was going to die. and he wanted to die where he was nearest to roxxy. for 12 long hours, he drove them without mercy. no stops for water. black pushed them hard. and none were able to lag. he punished them heavily if they so much as were a half-step behind. black became hell. it was around 2:00 when a great rumbling was heard across the small town of shady lane. anyone who was on the ranch grounds and looked towards the direction of the thundering sound would see nothing but an many, many acres of open meadowland. and then suddenly horses of every color flooded the lush grassland, coming from the dark forests. and in there lead was a huge black stallion, his long black mane and tail whipping back, his eyes burning like flames, his long white scar visible from even afar, and muscles rippling dangerously. he resembled everything beautiful and wild, everything strong and free.
but guess what? he was dying.
and that much was each to tell as seemingly more and more horses came from the forest and hell came closer. his eyes held deep-seated pain, and blood was running freely from his nostrils and his mouth spurted the crimson liquid as he kept his coughing up. when enormous herd was completely in the open range, it was then that black stopped the herd. there was not a horse who was not panting for breath. black's pace was faster than everyother equine had ever had to keep up with. at least he hadn't been in the back the whole time, forcing them to match his ever increasing speed, which almost seemed the speed of light at times.
the giant crossbreed looked to his herd and gave a loud whinny that echoed. "we're home", it said. many horses returned his call in a unified chorus of triumph and relief. and curiously, many of the horses began to graze and sniff, but daren't approach the many humans that were pooling out of the barn and various places on the extensive ranch. hell drooped his head, his breathing almost a whinny it was so loud. his legs were shaking, his exhausted body quivering. he wasn't so ready to die. he still had life! but this pain...it seemed only his roxxy could spare him this pain. she fixed all his physical pains. he turned away from his herd and took slow, tiny (well, for him anyways) steps towards the bark, his structure trembling. he was only a few yards away when the beast's knees buckled.
perhaps this was it...perhaps he was going to die. but no, he didn't want to! on his knees, he fell the breath come from him. his right lung was completely flooded. he couldn't breath, he felt like. he suddenly struck out with his legs to stand, but he couldn't! he began to thrash erratically. what was happening to him?!
backtracking a little...
leelyn looked at the spaniard. she grinned at him and winked. she was still a flirt! his jaw had dropped and she couldn't help but chuckle. gliding past him inside, she looked at alex. her smile became wicked, complete with this devious spark in her brown eyes. she watched with interest as she witnessed how alex sent his workers away. once the spaniard closed the door, she burst into laughter, the vocalizations ringing throughout the ginormous house. "alex...you're such a mean person." she bit her bottom lip and shook her head, laughter still snaking out her mouth.
she took his invitation and picked up her dress, hiking it a little bit higher than was needed and rushed up the stairs. she entered alex's room and smiled. she could see pieces of music everywhere. she looked to him and smiled, hearing his words. auburn eyes glinting, she gave her a full-on cheshire cat grin. "oh....it's fine....just makes it easier for me. less clothes to work through." coming up to alex, put her hands on his chest and reached up a ways to kiss him. then, she suddenly pushed him to sit in a chair. following him, she raised her gown higher so that she could sit in his lap, her legs on either side of his, her front facing his. her left hand was trailing down his body while her other made his chin tilt up so that he was looking her in the face.
"alex...you know you drive me crazy. this's been comin' your way for a while. and it just so happens i got bored....entertain me." her smile became wide and so very typical-leelyn. alex was in for the ride of his life.
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