Post by Tess›››xo on Jan 30, 2009 15:12:45 GMT -5
Make all of my decisions for me,
I've never taken the fall for deceit.
I'll keep a secret if you keep me guessing,
The taste of your lips says we shouldn't have met like this.
Lexus
LECSus
Female.
4 years.
Dark bay, the same colour as her eyes. With your typical Andalusian build, she has a thick, arched neck, sloping shoulders, a broad, deep chest, muscular quarters, and a long, thick mane and tail. Her head is attractive, with a wide forehead and a convex nose.
15 hands
Mainly Andalusian, but other, native breeds have been swirled into the mix
She was so sweet. Sweeter than a bee's first honey, or the smell of a rose in the morning. But it's all changed. She's passive aggressive, nervous, and still, at the same time, her old sweet self. And ever since that change, she's so different, but you'll have to wait and see how.
Neutral
She had grazed beside them everyday, on the same, luscious, rich grass, taking no notice of them. They had ignored her, and the silence was a safe place to be. The lack of conversation held comfort, and a secret understanding between herself and the other horses in her herd. These plains, where she was born, brought into the world, courtesy of her mother, and the lead stallion, her father. And she didn?t realise, how much these horses meant to her. She would swish her small tail at the older ones if nagged her too much, and frolic playfully with the younger ones. But still, she didn?t think they held any personal meaning to her. They were just horses, dumb asses, the lot of them, conforming to herd life, just like herself.
They say you don?t appreciate something until it?s gone. I?ve never thought that to be entirely true, but some say it?s a curse, that holds perfectly true, and something that makes or breaks a person. You can survive spine crushing pain? Good for you. I couldn?t.
Lexus couldn?t.
They were gone. All of them. Gone in the blink of an eye. So fast you couldn?t have seen it, and so unexpected you wouldn?t have. The wisest of horses never would have gazed at this on the horizon, and the dumbest ones were oblivious to the things going on that were beyond their control. The last days before the great happening had been dazed and confused. To our lovely little puppet it felt like any other day, and that?s what it felt like to the rest of the herd. But it was quiet, so quiet.
The silence wasn?t comforting any more. It was a cold, harsh silence, that scratched at your sides and tore at your mind. It wore you down mentally and physically, until you were talking all the time, just to fill that awful quiet. Lexus didn?t quite understand the change, and on the grand scale that it was, but she knew there was something different about the days. Even during the night, when the hoots of owls, or purrs of wild cats could be heard, there was nothing. You couldn?t even hear the breathing of horses.
The dark bay Andalusian cross awoke, eyes fluttering open, only to meet devastation. There was something different now. As well as that horrific silence, there was the inexplicable loneliness that had washed over her, unexpectedly. She giggled, as she struggled to stand up, but it was hollow, not the soft gurgling a 2 year old filly's laugh should be. Her dark, deep brown eyes scoped the land, seeing nothing unique about the day?s weather. And then she froze. Shock came over her body, as well as a bout of cold sweat and those annoying little butterflies that bang into the sides of your ribcage, making you want to regurgitate yesterday?s grass.
Nobody was there. They were all gone. And that was when Lexus appreciated her herd. For the last time she had seen her mother, her beautiful, dense mother, and all her friends, handsome colts and pretty fillies alike. She gasped for breath, knees buckling and collapsing.
That was 2 years ago. And now she was wandering, following in her forgotten friends? footsteps. There had been so many horses, so many ghosts of horses, broken and left-behind like herself. They were like empty bullet shells, falling from the barrel. So she ended up following one horse in particular to Dreaver. And she could compare herself to the land.
Maybe she had found somewhere to relax in comfortable silence.
When it all comes down [/color],
To a sunrise on the east side,
Will you be there to carry me home ?
The remains of my wasted youth,
This wasted time on you ![/font]
Picutre = Magnum's (if it shows up Dx)
Lexus = mine
I've never taken the fall for deceit.
I'll keep a secret if you keep me guessing,
The taste of your lips says we shouldn't have met like this.
Lexus
LECSus
Female.
4 years.
Dark bay, the same colour as her eyes. With your typical Andalusian build, she has a thick, arched neck, sloping shoulders, a broad, deep chest, muscular quarters, and a long, thick mane and tail. Her head is attractive, with a wide forehead and a convex nose.
15 hands
Mainly Andalusian, but other, native breeds have been swirled into the mix
She was so sweet. Sweeter than a bee's first honey, or the smell of a rose in the morning. But it's all changed. She's passive aggressive, nervous, and still, at the same time, her old sweet self. And ever since that change, she's so different, but you'll have to wait and see how.
Neutral
She had grazed beside them everyday, on the same, luscious, rich grass, taking no notice of them. They had ignored her, and the silence was a safe place to be. The lack of conversation held comfort, and a secret understanding between herself and the other horses in her herd. These plains, where she was born, brought into the world, courtesy of her mother, and the lead stallion, her father. And she didn?t realise, how much these horses meant to her. She would swish her small tail at the older ones if nagged her too much, and frolic playfully with the younger ones. But still, she didn?t think they held any personal meaning to her. They were just horses, dumb asses, the lot of them, conforming to herd life, just like herself.
They say you don?t appreciate something until it?s gone. I?ve never thought that to be entirely true, but some say it?s a curse, that holds perfectly true, and something that makes or breaks a person. You can survive spine crushing pain? Good for you. I couldn?t.
Lexus couldn?t.
They were gone. All of them. Gone in the blink of an eye. So fast you couldn?t have seen it, and so unexpected you wouldn?t have. The wisest of horses never would have gazed at this on the horizon, and the dumbest ones were oblivious to the things going on that were beyond their control. The last days before the great happening had been dazed and confused. To our lovely little puppet it felt like any other day, and that?s what it felt like to the rest of the herd. But it was quiet, so quiet.
The silence wasn?t comforting any more. It was a cold, harsh silence, that scratched at your sides and tore at your mind. It wore you down mentally and physically, until you were talking all the time, just to fill that awful quiet. Lexus didn?t quite understand the change, and on the grand scale that it was, but she knew there was something different about the days. Even during the night, when the hoots of owls, or purrs of wild cats could be heard, there was nothing. You couldn?t even hear the breathing of horses.
The dark bay Andalusian cross awoke, eyes fluttering open, only to meet devastation. There was something different now. As well as that horrific silence, there was the inexplicable loneliness that had washed over her, unexpectedly. She giggled, as she struggled to stand up, but it was hollow, not the soft gurgling a 2 year old filly's laugh should be. Her dark, deep brown eyes scoped the land, seeing nothing unique about the day?s weather. And then she froze. Shock came over her body, as well as a bout of cold sweat and those annoying little butterflies that bang into the sides of your ribcage, making you want to regurgitate yesterday?s grass.
Nobody was there. They were all gone. And that was when Lexus appreciated her herd. For the last time she had seen her mother, her beautiful, dense mother, and all her friends, handsome colts and pretty fillies alike. She gasped for breath, knees buckling and collapsing.
That was 2 years ago. And now she was wandering, following in her forgotten friends? footsteps. There had been so many horses, so many ghosts of horses, broken and left-behind like herself. They were like empty bullet shells, falling from the barrel. So she ended up following one horse in particular to Dreaver. And she could compare herself to the land.
Maybe she had found somewhere to relax in comfortable silence.
When it all comes down [/color],
To a sunrise on the east side,
Will you be there to carry me home ?
The remains of my wasted youth,
This wasted time on you ![/font]
Picutre = Magnum's (if it shows up Dx)
Lexus = mine
