/ / disconnected [open]

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/ / g a l b r a i t h

l i v e -- a n d -- l e t -- d e a t h -- b e

Please don't pretend you know the secrets of life. Don't pretend to be some adoring fan to some powerful lord, just because power gets you off. No one wants to see that petty way you bat your lashes, and certainly not the way you attempt to tempt others. Your body is a tainted vessle. At one point it might have been pure. But you tainted it. You raped it and made it into an infested breeding ground for lust and stupidity. That's what people see you as anyway. A lustful whore. But does that get in your way? Of course not. It's just a part in the game. A part you love to play. You love swinging yourself into that dramatic scene. Singing those high pitched notes. Don't you realize that you're just a whore? Oh, baby, don't you realize? Won't you ever change your ways? Good grief! We're all so tired of your ways!

Scowered, as it was, the land seemed the perfect place to spend unwanted time. Time that passed too slowly to be worthwile. Life seemed to drag on and on, never suffice in speeding up a bit, when it could kill someone for all of the joy that it didn't bring. Particularly one being who deemed life a hollow shell, but lived it as if it meant something. Skin was taught against rolling muscles, each shift of a massive limb flexxing the small bands of muscles as if some crank were being twisted. Crescents, large in their iron make, pressed into the smooth earth, seeking purchase and crushing it once it was found. Heavy skull was lowered, hanging heavily on the chorded muscles of his bright brown column. Curled locks splayed gently over the bulk, a mix of dusty grays and bright brown, forelock draping over the massive cranium to drape over onyx eyes.

Muscles twitched,as the beast moved forward, slowly, but surely. The rocks of this place seemed to interest him, with everything else seemed oddly boring. Drawing a breath, crisp oxygen filled his nostrils, rolling down his pipes and filling his lungs as though they were paper bags. With a steady exhale, he blew out all of the unwated wasteful carbons, that steadily filled the morning air with a stream of gray fog. It was one thing for him to be here. It was another for him to be at peace. Galbraith had never felt so calm and peaceful. But, perhaps that was because he was no longer in the Aurora herd, with the scum that survived with them. The place he chose not to live. He could have gone south, but he cared not for that happy-go lucky lifestyale. He could have chosen the North, but those bastards tempted to much in him. He'd cause one too many fights and quickly find himself enough enemies to cause fear in anyone. So he survived in the the middle, one of the few who didn't fear the almighty Auroras. One of the few who could not be pushed around by them.

Placing himself by the cliff edge, limbs splayed in casual masculine grace, he lowered his skull and dropped his lids to half mass, and gazed peacefully at the ocean waves that curled in white, foamy grace, at the bottom of the tall cliff. It took no longer than a glance at the draining liquid, to realize that this place was really nothing more than a shell of what it could be. Much like the Appelle herd. Misfits. Unwanted. A gentle smirk slid to his leathered lips, as his eyes gleamed at the irony. The only unique that were left. The Auroras and Agaptus were all very much the same. They all were either perfect or powerless. And who wanted perfection when the complications of imperfection made life a ever-changing slide of surprises and disasters? Beast slipped farther into his chosen spot, ignoring the world around him as if it did not exist.

notes; #24858E
lairds; galbraith
lasses; none
place; cliff edge

["dream"]

ABSOLUTE

I'VE SEEN THIS ALL BEFORE;
THE GIRL? SHE GETS AWAY.

you would imagine it hard, terribly difficult in fact to be alone in such a populated world. nearly impossible and almost too pressing to find time to yourself. perhaps you are lucky, perhaps you are one of those whom always seemed to be surrounded by others. now as the chestnut mare, wandered along the shoreline feeling the chilling salt water against her smooth skin she wondered greatly what it was like to feel that way. it wasn't that the half arabian half mutt mare had always been alone, it was the fact that when she was in the situation she missed so dearly it was almost impossible to he happy. she knew all to well, from experience of course that it was indeed hard to please the whole world, hard or not it didn't stop her from trying. as she wandered alone through the damp and heavy sand abby found herself disappearing and reappearing without really trying. it unfortunately reflected her apparently defeated mood. through the clouds, of mist brought in with the ocean waves the chestnut mare passed. it was interesting to see her frame so solid then disappear. her shadow faintly cast along the sand was the only thing that helped her to know of her current state. the waves broke before reaching her, salt water was gentle as it wrapped itself around her thin pistons. exhale was large, snorting into the ocean air she created her own mist.

auds perked and muscles contracted out of reflex at the cry of the gulls overhead, wings beating at the dreary sky she sometimes wandered how they stayed afloat. a faster gait was picked up as she headed away from the shoreline, an idea in her mind that almost inspired a better mood from the chestnut mare. winds picked up her banner, both natural and self made they tasted and reeked of the salten sea. though she loved the smell it was sometimes over powering and instead of smelling like an equine she might have passed as a creature of the sea.daggers sank deep into the white sands, headed twords more solid ground she searched for refuge at a higher altitude. to look over the sea on a day such as this would be a delightful treat, large trusting eyes were weary of the suddenly rocky footing. mustang and arabian heritage made her hardy and quick on her feet, she was fast and nimble as she scaled the rocky slope. her pelt glistened slightly from the sweat she was working up, muscles contracted and pushed under her shinny thin coat.large nares were flared taking in the most air possible, giving back to the work only what she didn't need. selfish perhaps, but what choice did absolute truly have? unconcerned of where she was really, the mare ventured in plain vied, long locks were cast over her silken frame as she finally made it to level ground.

nape arched and dished tiara held vertically to her chest she almost pranced in place, her blood was pumping with adrenaline running through her mixed blood veins. though as she let herself walk on the mare was certain to hold herself together, maintain her composure and control over what she did with her well built frame. her eyes seemed to smile, even if the one that clung to her mug was not convincing enough. deep and brown they were compassionate and understanding, like a hawk she usually never missed a thing. steady on all four daggers, she headed to the cliffs edge in hopes of spying something interesting where she had once walked. though it was the bulk of another, the smell quite divine that stopped her almost in her tracks. large and chestnut he seemed oblivious to her while he stood at the edge,
not wanting to startle him she stayed in plain sight. picking a spot a few meters down from the beast she let a small sigh fill the ocean infested air. eyes were large dished and typey tiara dropped low as she scanned the beach below, finely built carcass shimmered in the mornings light long whipcord lashed at imaginary flies as she waited for him to end the silence.

POST
STATUS - done
WORDS - 702
CHARACTER - absolute
THOUGHTS - icky. sorreh.