Title: Time For A Fresh Start...
Description: Zycian (possibly) Dark Dancer
Description: Zycian (possibly) Dark Dancer
sassaboo - January 6, 2008 06:00 AM (GMT)
Like a gift from the heavens
It was easy to tell
It was love from above that could save me from hell
She had fire in her soul
It was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands and we sang
And we sang ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
And the voices rang like the angels sing
And singing ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
And we danced on into the night
And we danced on into the night
Ah, the words of the song could so easily fit the stallions feelings towards a mare, so perfectly fitting her own name as well. Zycian, and Dark Dancer. Well, it was easy to tell the stallion was here, but where was the mare? Ever since he had come to the Ice Canyons, he hated it there. Pretty soon he went off looking for Dark Dancer, unsure of where she had been for some time now. It was possible she was getting away from the lands, away from the wars between alliances. And now, that was another reason the Fresian stallion was roaming the common lands. Since first meeting Dark Dancer, his tainted alliance had started to take a shift. By now the brute was nuetral, not 'light' enough to be a true light, but he had his moments of light and dark.
Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place
You could tell how we felt from the look on our faces
We were spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes
No room left to move inbetween you and I
And we forgot where we were
And we lost track of time
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night
And we sang ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
And the voices rang like the angels sing
And singing ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
And we danced on into the night
And we danced on into the night
And we danced on into the night
I've been told that when you fall in love with somebody, you can start to change for them, just to be with them, even if you don't realize it. Sometimes the changes can go wrong, you should never purposefully change yourself to make anyone love you. But ever since I've met Dancer...I don't know, things have been different around her. I'm different around her, not the gruff stallion I was when I ruled the Hatlise Savannah. No, she's seen right through to the teddy bear side of me. I used to be pushy to smaller mares, but I could never hurt her. I used to not care if others got into fights, but if somebody was to mess with her, they'd have to get through me first.
Dancer has been with me since the beginning. When we came to the Savannah, just as friends from the Claiming Grounds, she stood by me. While I ruled the Savannah, and gave it back to the original leader, she stood by me. Ha, that stallion probably /still/ goes around thinking he won some amazing fight. He won a pile of dried grass in the middle of nowhere! He didn't even win it, I /gave/ it to him. Not a hoof was placed on either of us...Anyways, back to Dancer. Yes, I know, I'm about to talk more about her. I don't care if you don't wanna hear anymore, your gonna listen. Anyways, when I left the Savannah, she came with me. Ever since I met her, she's been with me.
Well, until now that is. Now, I'm just trying to find her. I lost track of the land in the lands, the ice canyons, or caves, or whatever they were. And in doing so, I lost her. I've been wandering around looking for her since, wondering if she's trying not to be caught or if she's looking for me as well.
Like a gift from the heavens
It was easy to tell
It was love from above
That could save me from hell
She had fire in her soul
It was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands
And we sang ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
And the voices rang like the angels sing
And singing ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
And we danced on into the night
A, away, away, away
And the voices rang like the angels sing
And singing ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
And we danced on into the night
ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
Singing *ay, oh ay, oh ay, oh ay
And we danced on into the night
I continued to think all about her as I wandered into the fresh grass of these lands. Hoping I'd catch a glimpse of her drop dead gorgeous frame. Not like I'd tell her that though. Oh no, I've never told her how I've felt for her. Doesn't do me any good, I know. Doesn't help that every day it grows stronger. Sooner or later I'll tell her, I will, seriously I will. Until then, I'll scare off any other brute that'd be interested in her. And one day, when the time is right, I'll tell her. Dark Dancer, I love you. I won't care if she doesn't feel the same way...Okay...I will, that'd hurt. But at least I'd get my feelings out. But what if she doesn't return those feelings? What if she does?
I stomped a hoof on the ground, grass blades catching in my feather. This is what I went through on a daily basis, torturing myself with these thoughts. My once gleaming coat of ebony was now dusted, my coat almost a dark bay color from the powder of dirt that cloaked my body. No new scars were added, except for a minor few of when I crossed into the wrong lands once or twice. The feather on my hooves were tangled, matching my slightly wild long mane and tassle. But, it could be a whole lot worse. Dark red eyes, flecked with the color of the royals, searched for any signs of life in these lands. I called out in hopes, doubting I'd be answered either way. "Dancer? You here?" I waited a couple seconds, nothing. But I was not going to give up, I'd just continue walking until I found her.
((xD How dramatic would it be if she came in with a foal? Hehe, sorry...They probably don't need anymore drama.))
((Lyrics 'Into the Night' by Santana and Chad Kroeger))
Horsegirl - January 10, 2008 01:18 AM (GMT)
I once walked other paths
They didn't work out
So I'm starting new again
To rewrite my story, my way
Loneliness
Anger
Those qualities marked my life
Dark Field; Hatlise Savannah
Those didn't work out
Left alone; he was booted out
Then we went together
But never truly were a part of it
So here I am
Another world, another life
Care to chance it with me?
Care to dance it with me?
DARK~DANCER
Mahogany bod shone in the setting sun, sundown just beginning, hints of red and orange, yellow and gold, starting to collect near the horizon. The grass was green, but soon would turn different, the reflected light casting a glow over all. But the being's points, black as night, would remain black, the only knowledge of their existence the slight shine given by their sleek hide.
Well, that was the way it had been.
Now, seasons of traveling had changed them. The bottom was mud-caked, smoke daggers turned the muddy brown that was rather close to the rest of her bod. Obsidian black was turned russet brown, the shine gone from the short pillars. Jett locks, once flowing with grace over the crest and forehead of the fae, were now matted, some sections tangled with burrs and grass. Small scars covered her barrel, her skull: left aud was nicked, and a crescent-moon shaped scar was above her right orb. Small slashes on her rump were souveniers from marauding stallions, intent on claiming her, but she had always escaped, never loving another. That was the reason for her unkempt appearance.
It was all in the name of love.
Love, that feeling that strikes all beings in one way or another. She had felt it, but later, after she met him. Like the poem of her former life stated, she had truly met him when he became leader, after Lucipher left the Savannah. Challenged by another for the speck of land, they went to the Ice Canyons, but never truly were part of the herd. She left, unsure of what he would do.
But that was a long, long time ago, ages ago. Some of it was so far back, she could barely remember. Memory began when she entered the Savannah, but anything before was gone. Her journey here was vivid in her mind; her scars would remind her of all her pitfalls, the dangers and encounters she had made. She had even begun to fall in love, but one memory of his face kept her from being sucked into the whirlpool of forgotten people and places.
Ah, him. That dashing obsidian hellion, former lord of the Hatlise, but forced away by one who couldn't bear to be lower on the totem pole. She'd loved him from the start, no matter how secret it had been. And it was twofold, for when she left, he left also. Or maybe it was the other way. Anyways, they were love at first sight, and now she couldn't bear to be away from him. Her search was becoming desparate. She'd lost him fleeing from the coming war and a place she didn't belong, to end up here. Now russet orbs were moving quickly, looking for a flash of black among the quickly setting sun. Once sunset came, he'd be impossible to see. A black horse in a black night was not very easy to spot. Finally, in the fading light, she saw a lone silhouette: a tall brute, tassels wavy with Fresian blood, stance proud, yet searching.
"Zycian!" she cried, voice nearly in tears, as she burst into the fastest run she could manage and thundered up to him, banner swaying in the wind of her passing, bod strained to the utmost. She arrived at his side and tucked her muzzle above his shoulder. Tears dripped from her nearly-closed pools, auds down and back, barrel giving a slight shudder as she let it out. All her worry, sadness, was going, leaving her in the wet tears that ran down her mahogany face. She was finally here, with him, once again. "You made it here, too?" she asked, voice cracking slightly as she tried to regain her composure, but failed.
/fin/
sassaboo - January 12, 2008 02:35 AM (GMT)
My auds flicked at a shout of my name, barely having enough time to hear it and turn around before being almost run over by the scarred mare. "Dancer?" I asked, surprised as she embraced me. Lowering my muzzle around her boa, resting my muzzle upon her whithers, I let her cry on my shoulder. Tears began to form in my own eyes, but it didn't matter. Most stallions wouldn't let that happen, but I couldn't help it. Both of us were dirty from travels, but neither of us cared. I know I certainly didn't care as my chin brushed away dirt from her back, but I did notice something else. The scars that were laced across her torso, several over her haunch. Stallions. My ears were back already with the storm of emotions, but at the thought of other stallions trying to get to Dancer only pinned them more. If I ever get my hooves on them....
I didn't even bother asking her what had happened while we were seperated. Most, if not all, of the scars upon her bodice were more than likely from stallions trying to take her. You couldn't blame them, but I do. I knew very well that she could defend herself, fight off the stallions or evade them, but now she was with me. "Yes, I'm here... Your safe now. I'm not going to leave you, and if you leave me, I'll just hunt you down again. You won't be getting rid of me that easy anymore." I smiled, pulling my muzzle back so I could look her in the eyes. I brushed my muzzle against her tearstained cheek , noticing the scar above her eye and the nick on her ear. Despite the filth of travels and the scars of battles, I couldn't help but smile at her. She was still so beautiful, and if I found any of those stallions that hurt her, I was going to severely hurt them.
"Why did you leave the lands?" I asked, though in truth I was asking why she left me. Granted, she wasn't my official mate at the time, nor is she quite now. But we had been through just about everything together, even with the approaching war I was still going to stand beside her. So why did she leave me? Will she leave me again? A sudden pang of guilt hit me for thinking that of her, after all this time of trying to find each other, how could either of us leave again?
Horsegirl - January 12, 2008 04:27 AM (GMT)
The femme smiled as he spoke for the first time, his words comforting her. Already she was calming down, mahogany cheecks drying slowly. As his head laid on her back, she could tell he was looking at the scars on her back from multiple brutes, attempting to take her, thankfully unsuccessful. Her smile faded as he asked why she had left, somehow knowing what he was thinking. "It wasn't you, Zy," she said quickly, trying to calm him. "You weren't the problem at all. It was, just....the stress, I guess. The war. You being dethroned, no matter how low Marauder was. And I just--I didn't fit in. It wasn't my world. I guess I wasn't meant to be a dark. Even when I was in the Claiming Grouds for the first time, no one came. I had problems with Lucipher. It just wasn't working out. I didn't know if you'd follow. I-I wasn't sure. But be sure, it wasn't you." Her pouring of feeling lef her slightly breathless as she took in a deep breath, then another, her body starting to calm down. "I won't leave you again. I promise."
sassaboo - January 12, 2008 11:43 PM (GMT)
I smiled at her words, flicking my tail against my flank while I considered something in the back of my mind. Now that we found each other, we're are we going to go? I wasn't going to another dark land, no...She changed that part of me. But I don't think I could fit into a light land, so maybe a nuetral? I had passed by the nuetral lands of these lands before...One was like a desert canyon, I don't think either of us would be too happy. Then there was some icy place, after the Ice Canyons, I wasn't looking forward to that again. But there was a small land, with a simple lake and wood. That'd be good, and with the lake, we could both clean off from out travels.
"Well, I don't think we can stay here forever. I remember a land before, I think it's called the Shores of some sort. I can't remember the full name, but it's a nuetral land if you'd like to go there."
Part of me questioned whether or not she'd noticed that I was choosing to go to a nuetral land, but another part of me told me that she already knew I left the dark path long ago. I wasn't going to bother trying to claim a land either, no...I wanted peace, just to be able to hang out with Dancer without being pestered.