Toast)Love is like a potatoe.

[EasternMistakexx]

What was it like to be free from that again? the terrible and dreadful memories. Scars cutting into thoughts before letting me feel guilty beyond belief. She died that night, right before my eyes. I cried hours before taking off. Taking off and never looking back. Later on, looking back to what had became, it felt so right. Like it belong in that exact due spot. I sighed, moving a fore limb to stamp the dying grass without the watering showers.

Then there was Voltair-- Escaping from my home in the jungle like areas, I had run into him very unexpectedly. Voltair grabbed at my heart more than any other horse had. Voltair was sweet, yet had this streak of.. bitter in him. I chuckled, remembering the sweet words he always spoke in his nastily twisted way. If you'd ask me, I say he had developed feelings for me before he took off. Before I took off.

Lazily moving along into the slashed grass plains, the air humid and stiff almost. Nostrils opened wide to take in a breath, full of the sweet deadly feel. It was dangerous out here but being eight, it had it's wisdom thrown on me. I stuck out a white leg, swishing the silked tail to swat at the flies moving about. Oh, Voltair- I sighed, remembering the days before letting my eyes move around to look up. I could see not much other than the nice fluffy clouds. the sun was hidden, a feeling of relief washing over me as the sweat glistened. Today was a new day and I was going to make the best of it.

[Toaster]

There was no such thing as someone that Voltair truly cared for. Perhaps he’d have his biases among the others he knew, favoring many above others. But actual feelings for someone else, friendly or even more, was something the brute had not felt in years. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to love, or to care for someone. It had been so long since such a thing had tugged at his heart, and he didn’t miss it. Love was for the weak, he had decided. Love was for those who wished to fall. And Voltair refused to fall. So why was it, then, that he was following such a familiar scent? The scent of a long lost individual whom he had not seen in years, yet remembered oh so well. For a moment, he wondered what the fuck he was doing trekking through vast expanses of grass to find someone from his past. His past was behind him, and he preferred it to stay that way. Yet, here he was, following the scent.

The wind shifted away from him and he snorted, rolling his eyes at himself and stomping a hoof to the ground as he stopped in his tracks. Look at yourself he scolded in his head letting curiosity get the better of you. He thought about turning around and continuing on his seemingly never ending journey for alliances, mares, and power. However, the speck of a horse on the horizon caught his eye. He could no longer smell the mare he‘d been tracking, for the direction of the wind had shifted away from his favor. Damn it. Pinning his ears back, the brute took a few slow steps forward, before breaking into a canter. The hell with fighting himself. He ultimately decided that he’d check this horse out. Maybe it was that ghost from his past, or another he could take advantage of. Either way, he told himself that they could offer him something one way or another.

NOTES: eh. don like this post that much. hopefully the next will be better.
WORD COUNT: eh
MUSE: Good, but the writers block kills.
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

[EasternMistakexx]

Kibibi

There was a continous nagging in my head, telling me to pull away and leave. It was all in my head, the dreams catching up to my reality. I was no dreamer, there would never be Voltair in this set life again. Moving on was something I had not been fond of but now? Now was set in stone and I knew he was off in his previous settled land. Not chasing after me like I had hoped.

The wind blew gently, whipping the idea of maybe being patient. Being patient and staying still instead of moving along. If I stayed still long enough, the long wanted smell would come back. Like I said earlier though, I was no dreamer. He would never return to wander up upon me. I laughed, eyes closing and I hummed to myself. Gait slowed to a walk, strolling close to nothing in movement. Slow motion gamed down on the tightening grip on my air supply. Nostrils opened wide but took in no oxygen as I held my eyes closed tight.

It was choking me as it filled around, the air blowing slammed to my face. Eyes flipped opened and I gaped open for air, breathing deep and hard. I was not normal to do that. What happened? I asked my self, calming down easily. with the flick of a tail, I was moving again at a quicker walk now.

Swoosh-- The wind surrounded me again and something took the edge from what I smelled. It was.. interesting... Familiar... All to well known. Yet all such a stange and unknown scent. Eyes glanced around as I waited, looking for that thing to show them selves. I had known this lingering scent once before. But.. Who was it?

Finally catching in the view down far away, I watched eagerly. I was ready to see this old friend of mine.. Even enemy. Eyes narrowed against the sun, listening to the stamping hoofbeats he lead down the land. I whinnied, turning to the side and stopping quietly. So long, good life.

[Toaster]

He started his approached with little to no hesitation, reaching the other in a matter of minutes. By the looks of it, the other was definitely a mare, which excited him. He was ready to do what he so often did when coming upon a female. He was ready to throw himself on the other and take what he felt was rightfully his. But, as the wind shifted back to him, it carried her scent to him once again. He stopped dead in his tracks with only feet to spare between the two. A snort erupted from his nostrils, his head jerking back in slight shock. Voltair had not entirely expected that he’d actually come upon the horse he’d been tracking. He had expected this to be someone else. To see now that this was indeed the one from his past shocked him more than it should have. For someone who hadn’t seen the other in such a long time, he remembered her so well. That beautiful body and that sweet scent. It made him angry. The brute did not welcome reminders of his weak past.

“You” he grunted, eyes narrowing. He was not sure what to do at this point, for he’d not had to deal with something like this before. But he wasn’t about to run off. Instead, he took a few quick steps towards her, his shoulder ramming into hers rather roughly and teeth snapping at her neck, though he purposefully missed the mark. In his own messed up way, it was all his way of greeting an old ‘friend’. Some part deep, deep down was happy to see her. Though, the more dominant part of him wasn’t about to show her any gentle affection he’d shown her in the past. He couldn’t even remember what it was like to show such kindliness. “What are you doing here?” he interrogated.

NOTES: <3.
WORD COUNT: eh
MUSE: Good
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

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Kibibi

I snorted softly, watching the boy stopping straight there. Eye brows furrowed lightly, waiting silently at it. Yes, It was him. I slmost groaned in a slight painful tinged feeling. Soon, his hea jerked back and I raised my upper lip, sneering. He was surprised, yet I had been here first. He came up here on me. Not the other way around. Yes, he was here and I had to face it. The torn feelings ripped and clawed at me, but I held ground, waiting intently.

"You." Was all i heard before seeing his eyes narrow and his feet moving his black body towards me again. I grunted, whinning out at him, our shoulders gathering into each other painfully. His teeth, so close to the point of actually touching me. This was not supposed to be happening. This was all wrong. What had I ever do to him wrongly? "I came here first, Voltair." I nipped at his neck, stepping sideways away from the black boy. "I came here when I left.. You. I left home hoping to find new life, and it's what I did here. Why?" I eyed him for a moment before nickering out again. "And you are here for what?" And the war was going to begin soon.

[Toaster]

"I came here first, Voltair."

“Perhaps, but I didn’t want to see you” he growled. It was partly a lie, but the truth at the same time. Old memories abound, and he fought them off. He didn’t like memories of his past. In the past, he was weak and love stricken. Yeah, he’d been just as much of a trouble maker back then. But he’d still had soft feelings then, as well. Now adays, he hated the thought of being ‘soft’. Soft meant weak, and he hated weak. He wondered if Kibibi was still the same old softy he remembered her as. Or had she changed, too? There was a part of him, however, that missed her. He hated the feeling of missing anyone, let alone a mare. The thought disgusted him, but he still felt some small relief that she was here. If only he could fight that off just as well.

As her words became increasingly snappy, he paused in his motions, standing still. “Aww Ki, aren’t you happy to see me?” he teased her, a sick smile appearing as she moved away. He moved towards her again. He circled her, slowly but surely. His head lowered, teeth snapping at her legs but never meeting her skin. There was an evil glint in her eye as he moved around her. He wanted to cause her pain, for bringing back all those unwanted memories. He stopped by her side, lifting his head back up to be held high. “Arent you happy to see me?” he asked again, tone demanding and darkening as a glare overtook his features. He was dangerous. Muscles tensed as he stood beside her, his eyes not moving from her face.

NOTES: -runs away from scary voltair-
WORD COUNT: eh
MUSE: Good
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

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--Kibibi

Really? He came this way, chasing and running up on me. He stopped, and took one good look at me before he had rammed me. It was all played into the point of aggrivation. My head yanked sideways to look at the beast astrayed out. "And you, did not have to come." I gave a grin, almost chuckling at the boys words. He could leave and walk, but I knew it would wretch my heart in the wrong direction. I knew it was all coming.

"You came here. Not me. I was not expecting you but shock! Here you are." Her legs danced a circle around me, and my eyes shifted lowly. I sighed, closing my eyes and clentching teeth together. Breath sucked in, holding as I fought the lightening in me. The sound of teeth clacking down low for the long standing limbs I kept balance on caused eyes to fly open and one to strike out. All this was not getting on. It was getting worse.

Ears flattened down, almost not a different pattern of the skull. Nostrils widened, taking in a gulp of air before speaking in response to the question once again. Eyes still held the same flaming look at him, yet I lowered my voice, soft and whispering. Just as the calm as sweet, loving Kibibi I was. "Delightfully happy." Neck twisted as watched me, nipping out at his mane and waiting for it. The shocking pain that would occur for touching him. Typical.

[Toaster]

"And you, did not have to come."

True. Very true. But he just couldn’t help himself! He was feeling a little conflicted here. Some caring, soft horse hidden deep within him from his past wanted to come to life. To be set free after years of being trapped. But the current him wanted to either chase her away or use her for something. Anything! He suddenly stopped all his shoving, snapping and taunting, something occurring to him. For a long moment, he stood shoulder to shoulder with the mare, ignoring her words and the snap at his neck, though he did notice it. He’d never taken advantage of this mare. Did he want to? Looking at her there next to him, Voltair knew the answer. He very much wanted to. His tactics changed all of a sudden, and so did his mood and mindset.

“Have anyone in your life, Ki?” he asked, eyeing her. “Anyone special?”. He snorted at the very thought of someone stealing her heart. He still considered the mare his, even after years of their special friendship ending. Every mare he took a liking to, he felt were rightfully his. He liked Kibibi… as much as he could like someone that is. But even she held some special place for him, even if he’d never admit it and hated to admit it to even himself. He turned until he was facing the opposite way than she, sniffing along her back and rump as if to search for any signs of another brute. There was none as far as he could tell. Well… nobody recent. It made him want her to himself even more.

Teeth suddenly came down harshly upon her hip, designed to sting her but not draw any blood. The taste of her skin excited him, and he tossed his head up and down a few times after releasing her hide, tail slashing at his sides. He pranced slightly in place, hardly containing himself. If she moved, he’d stick close, not wanting her to get away. He wanted to play his games with her.

NOTES: -runs away from scary voltair-
WORD COUNT: eh
MUSE: Good
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

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--Kibibi

He was done. His movements, tatics, grunts and pains were done. There was silence for the single moment before he spoke. In the time, I bowed my head down, watching the ground, breathing slightly heavy. Voltair wasn't to flame up the wrong Kibibi, was he? Was that Kibibi still even alive? I mumbled to myself, listening and flicking an ear to tune in closer to him. Special? I chuckled at him, eyes following and lighting up. Tail flicking easily, unsettled as to what he was doing. Nose brushed along my back, sending small tingles all over. Lips peeled back, nipping at one of his hind legs. No Voltair, Noone has been there for me like they should have. Because you're the one who pushed me away..

Eyes closed, momentairly synced into the soft sounds of the nippy winds. What a past some have. Mine? Boring as a plain day. Soon, eyes flung open, looking back at him, enduring the sting. Voltair! I yelled, kicking legs to the side at him. The stupid brute, he was! I snorted, dipping head down and backed, but not far. Ducking my head under his neck, snorting. Trying to keep cool, I whispered, whispered to myself, him, anyone. Even the ground maybe.

Maybe I shouldn't have come back.. Mommy never wanted me anyways, washed out into the waters if I had had the choice when I was little.

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