oh, baby -- Twist/Open

[Summer]

Starless hunter stepped from the shadows. His whole physique was a dangerous and wonderful terrain on its own. Throw rippled and danced as great sheets of muscle flexed and relaxed, taking his ebony frame from one location to another. The stallion accelerated, onyx wraith-like form disappearing and reappearing with each motion. Flints dig into the earth, wrenching it carelessly as he flew along, legs moving in a surreal blur. A pair of smoldering eyes cut across the moon washed landscape. Small, finely chiseled pricks swiveled to and fro as he ran, picking up all sounds within range. Gaze fell upon a log, sprawled rudely across his path. Without breaking stride or checking his speed, he gathered himself and sailed over the dysfunctional oak tree and continued pursuing that impossible nothing. Exiting that stand of trees the stag galloped on beneath the moonlight sky. Hooves were being place with such an incredible precision. It was breath taking to watch his movements. Mane and tail streamed behind, icing on his cake of black horseflesh. Reality merges absolute - sublime sensation. He is out upon the sands now, the stone ocean rolling in steady dunes. Cresting each slope the brute does not look back as he begins a reckless descent. Across the flats, great lungs pulling in great draughts of air through widened nostrils. The much needed oxygen does not go to waste. It is quickly absorbed into his body, feeding his tissues. His great heart pounds, forcing blood through his arteries and into the rest of his eighteen hand mass. He is amazingly light and quick on his feet for being so built. He has flashy movements. Changing gaits, the equine swings into a wide, arc of a right turn, executing a perfect flying lead change in the process. Daggers sink deeper into this more foreign terrain. The sands call for more power from his hinds. His gait changes from a showy canter into a fanciful gallop, neck arched, nostrils flared and onyx pools glittering, the black beast raises his battle cry into the night, shrill and clear. Eyes are cast upon the heavens as he trumpets out from the depths of his soul, the ringing note builds, crescendos; it slips up the musical scale. The stallion runs out of breath. His song dwindles into silence. The desert stillness is broken by this living, pulsating creature tearing through its sand drenched expanse. Still at full speed, the raven bronc pushes on, sand caving beneath each foot. Ground eating strides go on, heedlessly racking up more and more miles. A coyotes howl drifts through the night. So lonely and different from the wild shriek heard minutes before. The black lord does not change his course. He has no fear of the mongrel. Strength and power he has in excess; time was what was running out. Leaden hooves could slay the poor mutt with one blow. Thick tail billowed behind him, smoke-like in the cool midnight air. The desert sands roiled beneath his aura, rippling like an ocean as he drove over it. The ground shook with each footstep. This was nothing to him. Obsidian flanks rose and fell with each breath as he releases the boundless energy stored up within. He does not stop. Beneath him, the earth rises, flowing forth like a stream, building up into the air. He ascends his creation at top speed, it forming itself mere inches ahead of his careening body. The mesa flattens out. He runs a good hundred yards before he allows himself to slow. At the very last moment, he skids to a halt, and rears, trumpeting again into the night air. Decesuss, Lord of the Earth. This no one would take from him.

word count;; 619
muse;; good
comments;; Yes this is recycled, I know.. but I really wanted to get a post up with Deceuss for Twist, xD[/font]

[silence]

SHRILL CRIES RACKETEERING 'CROSS THE DESERT; THEY CALLED HER TO THESE SANDS. FLIGHT WOULD BE NECESSARY. FLIGHT SHE COULD DO. SHE LIFTED HER HEAD FROM THE DEEP EMERALD GRASSES; MOONLIGHT PAINTED THEM SILKY WHITE. THE BLADES STOOD OUT LIKE SOLDIERS' SWORDS. SNORTING SHE WAS, SCENTING THE COOL-FLUX AIR FOR HIS HELM. BARRELING OVER THE MESA AT THIS HOUR, WAS HE? SHE TOOK ANOTHER WHIFF, HER DAINTY NOSTRILS STRETCHING FOR HIS ONE OF A KIND SMELL. HE'D BEEN THROUGH THE SANDS...THE AIR CARRIED A DRYNESS THAT WAS ALL TOO RARE IN HER PASTURE. HER FEET WERE, EVEN NOW, QUITE DAMP. THE DEW WAS KEEPING THEM PRETTY. SHE LAUGHED TO HERSELF AT HERSELF...THIS WAS NOT MAKING SENSE, AND THUS IT WAS FUNNY. AND WHERE WAS HER FUNNY MAN, HER LORD OF NIGHT, THE RULER OF HER WORLD? IT HAD BEEN SO LONG. THEY LIVED APART AND SNATCHED VISITS LIKE FIREFLIES FROM THE NIGHT SKY. SHE HAD NOT THOUGHT OF HIM FOR A WHILE, AN AUTOMATIC SELF-PROTECTION REFLEX THAT HER SOUL FLUNG TO HER AID WHENEVER HE LEFT. BUT IT WAS RESCINDED NOW; SHE COULD FEEL THE ADRENALINE AND THE HORMONES ROILING IN HER STOMACH. THE WHOLE MEADOW SUDDENLY CURVED TOWARDS HER...EVERY BLADE OF GRASS, EVERY LEAF, EVERY TREE. A FEW PEBBLES SLID DOWN INTO THE RIVER. TWIST NEEDED SOMEONE TO HOLD. SHE COULDN'T LIVE ON THE COMPANY OF THE TREES ALONE. SHE FLICKED HER THICK-AS-LIGHTNING TAIL AND TROTTED OFF.

THE MEADOW SNAPPED BACK INTO PLACE.

SHE WAS TROTTING TO SAVE HER FUEL, BUT SOON ENOUGH SHE COULDN'T TAKE THE PACE. A CANTER WAS ADOPTED. IT REPLACED HER EASY JOG WITH A BARELY CONTAINED FRENZY; SHE COULD GO NO FASTER ON HER THIN MOUNTAIN TRAIL, BUT SHE COULD CERTAINLY DO HER BEST. THE TURNS WERE TAKEN AT SPEEDS NO OTHER HORSE COULD HAVE MANAGED...TWIST HAD TAKEN THE PLEASURE OF GIVING HER WINDING TREK THE CORRECT CAMBER. SHE COULD GO AS FAST AS SHE PLEASED.

SOON AT THE BOTTOM OF HER OASIS SHE WAS. IT WAS HOTTER AND DRIER HERE; THIS WAS THE DESERT HOME OF HER BELOVED. SOMETIMES. THEY BOTH WERE WANDERERS AND FRIENDS OF THE SILENCE. TWIST SNUFFED AT THE AIR, HER BODY HELD LOFTY AND STILL BY THE THICK VINES OF MUSCLE THAT ENGULFED HER STOCKY FRAME. SHE WAS PREPARED FOR FLIGHT AS SOON AS SHE HAD FOUND HIM...HIS ODOR CAUGHT HER ATTENTION, AND SHE WHIPPED HER HEAD TO THE EAST. THE SUN WAS RISING THERE...HER TREK HAD NOT BEEN AS SHORT AS SHE'D THOUGHT. SHE TRUMPETED HER ARRIVAL AND TOOK OFF INTO A GALLOP. THE WIND STREAMED BEHIND HER AND SHE FOCUSED ALL HER ENERGY UPON THE CROSSING OF THE ROCK. THOUGH SHE COULD HAVE FIXED IT TO CHANGE, SHE DID NOT MAKE THE ROCK LESS SLIPPERY THAN IT WAS. SHE WANTED NO SORE FEET TONIGHT. SHE CLEARED THE DUST BEFORE HER, AND A MARBLE-SMOOTH WAKE WAS LEFT TO GUIDE HER BACK.

A FIGURE FORMED ON THE HORIZON. IT WAS ROYALTY; FLANKED BY TWO ROUND MOUNTAINS, THE SUN GIVING IT A SILHOUETTE SHAPE, SHE KNEW IT WAS HIM. SHE RAN EVEN FASTER AND SHE LAUGHED AT HER MENTAL IMAGES OF FLAMES DANCING UPON HER FEET. HE CAME TO HER SO SLOWLY; SHE WAS GALLOPING SO FAST THAT HER EYES WERE STREAMING FROM THE WIND, AND YET HE BARELY MOVED. TWIST NEIGHED TO HIS STATUESQUE FORM ONCE MORE AND PUSHED UNTIL HER LEGS COULD NOT MOVE FAST ENOUGH TO COLLECT THE GROUND THEY TOUCHED. IF SHE COULD HAVE FOLDED THE EARTH SO THAT HE WAS CLOSER SHE WOULD HAVE DONE JUST THAT.

AND THEN HE WAS THERE. SHE SPED TO HIS SIDE AND SAT ON HER HAUNCHES, SKIDDING ALL TOO FAR IN HER INTENSE OBSESSION WITH THIS STUD. SHE SLID WELL PAST HIM AND THEN TURNED AND CAME PRANCING UP TO HIM. SHE WAS BREATHING HARD AND WAS LATHERED IN COLD SWEAT; SHE WISHED SHE WAS A WATER BREATHER, SO SHE COULD HAVE WICKED AWAY THE WET. BUT SHE KNEW HIM WELL ENOUGH SO THAT SHE COULD TELL HE WOULD ROMANCE HER DESPITE HER GRIT.

SHE HELD HER HEAD HIGH TO REACH HIS, NOT OFFERING HER MUZZLE TO HIM BUT WAITING FOR HER GOD TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE. HER EARS WERE PRICKED TO HIS EFFECT BUT SHE WAS GOING TO BE HARD-TO-GET. TWIST'S EYES SHONE AT THIS DEITY; HE WAS HERS, ALL HERS, AND SHE WOULD LOVE HIM UNTIL THEIR SUNS SET 'PON THE HORIZON. HE WAS BIG AND BLACK AND GORGEOUS. SHE WAS GLAD THAT HE HAD COME.

"YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO SEE ME IN A WHILE," SHE CHASTISED HIM WITH A SMILE IN HER VOICE.

MUSE: PRETTY GOOD
WORDCOUNT: 773
COMMENTS: ROMANCE!

[Summer]

Dark eyes scanned the horizon, flickering over the sandy expanse. He absolutely adored the desert at night. It was his element. A breath caught in his lungs. Narrowing his gaze, he focused on that small dot moving towards his unnatural rock formation. His rock. The mesa he had called up from the sands, each grain of sand leaping to do his bidding like none earthly servant could ever compare too. The dot expanded into a black and white figurine, the colors being of certain interest to this dark czar. This was due to the fact that his woman he had once been madly in love with was colored these two particular hues. He watched it progress towards him, feverishly hoping, and yet already tasting the bitter disappointment when it would turn out to merely be a rough look alike. It must be her! His mind screamed. Who else in their right mind would so boldly approach a stallion in the dark of night after he had trumpeted such a battle cry into the night? Blinking slowly, he took a long, deep breath, trying to still his racing heart. Deep within his core, Decesuss knew he felt that impossible pull on his heartstrings. Scotch Twist, a goddess, and a deity in his eyes. It was she. The barest traces of her perfume rode the wind that rippled across his rock; that burning, tantalizing smell of hers was within it. Ingrained in his memory, her scent was. She moved out of range and into his peripheral vision on the left side. She soon disappeared completely. He could still sense her aura, that pulsating and seemingly living ball of energy that only an immortal could possess. Her hoof beats rippled through his mesa, like ripples in a pond. Sonar-like waves. He picked them up, and fine-tuned all his senses to the female that would be coming up from behind in less than a minute. His whole being was taught with desire. Suddenly, the pounding of his cardiac muscle slowed and relaxed into its normal throbbing rhythm. Abruptly, he was calm. There was inner-peace at their reunion. Excitement to be sure, but it no longer would be visible to the naked eye. He breathed out, and readied himself. She flew across the rocky surface of the mesa, her heartbeats pounding wildly in his ears. This obsession, this frenzy, is his doing and it amuses him. But he cannot say he does not feel the same; nay, he feels the same, if not more desperate for her touch, her scent, the pleasure she can give him. Black and white bodice flew past his mass, skidding and scrambling to a halt. Being in such close proximity to her intoxicated him. Nares flared as he sucks in great swallows of her sweet scent, though it burns like whiskey down his lungs. His trembling frame stills as his gaze devours her flesh. It has been so long. Too long, in fact. He gives her the “elevator” look. Head to toes. She prances towards him, her body damp with sweat. This does not repulse him in the least. His pupils are dilated, and dark with desire. Fresh lust burns within their onyx depts. She swivels her ears forward and tilts her maw to meet his, though she does not make contact; she does not allow herself that luxury just yet. Lips part as she speaks, music for his soul. His smile pans out, darkly seductive, and playful. Hers is a half pout as her voice drips like honey from the comb into his ears. So attentive and wound up he is. Decesuss hasn’t felt like this in years. Her words trip through his mind. “You haven’t been to see me in awhile,” she chastised him playfully for not visiting sooner. The fact of the matter was, Shinari Isle was destroyed and they were separated in the evacuation. And never found each other again until now. He lowers his maw, to brush hers with his own. Jowls part and his bass voice tumbles forth.
“Indeed. My apologies, Miss Twist.” He pauses, then says no more. No introductions are necessary here. He moves in, pressing against her, tongue trailing her body, tracing her curves, and tugging at her mane. He moans into her ear as he begins to circle her, once, twice, and again. He nibbles her, and his eyes dance wickedly as he pauses by her rump, tempted. Her rump is so inviting and provocative. Dark pools shine with a sensual invitation as he struts back around to face his immortal lover, the queen of his heart. Ropes snap against his hindquarters as he takes two bouncing steps away from his painted femora. One leg reaches forwards, his spine bends in a elegant bow. Ears are pricked forward and he holds eye contact with her until his head is lowered to far to meet her bright, intense gaze. In the many years since they had last seen each other, the two equines had changed. Both were a cut above the horse they had been on Shinari Isle. They had matured and so had he. In a great many ways he know recognized. They were now elites in their respective classes. None of the mares he had been with had been able to weather his stormy moods or live with his darkness, his blistering rage or any of his other more negative qualities. Though they had been attracted to his power, and intense masculinity, none had been able to withstand his wrath. This one mare, this Scotch Twist could. And now, with a devious smile upon his lips he invited her to
“A dance, perhaps?”

word count:: 944
muse:: blazing xD
comments:: sorry I've been gone for sooo long! And I love this pairing ^-^[/color][/font]

[silence]

SENSES TEMPTED BY THE WIND; HIS SCENT DANGLED BEFORE HER LIKE AN AMBROSIA OFFERING. DESIRE EXPANDED IN HER CHEST LIKE A VOLCANO OF PLEASURE. SHE NEEDED HIM TO TOUCH HER. HE SMILED TO HER, HER EXCITEMENT AN EXPRESSION OF HIS MORE INTERIOR DESIGN. AS USUAL. HE WAS VASTLY COMPLEX AFTER THE DESTRUCTION OF HIS TERRA BACK HOME, IN THE PLACE WHERE THEY HAD BECOME LEGENDS. THE PLACE THEY HAD FLED FROM, THE LANDING OF THE APOCALYPSE. THEY HAD MADE LOVE UNDER THE MOONLIGHT THAT NIGHT, THEIR BODIES TWISTING AND TREADING TOGETHER IN AN ENDLESS CYCLE OF EUPHORIA. TWIST SIGHED AT THE MEMORIES. HAD THEIR HAPPINESS BEEN TOO MUCH FOR THE EARTH TO BEAR?

THE ROCKS HAD SPUN OFF THE MOUNTAINS IN TERROR, THEIR ICE-COLD CALCULATIONS TUMBLING THEM TOWARDS THE LOVERS. HOPING TO BRING THEM DOWN FOR THEIR FINAL DEMISE. AND THAT LAST SECOND, BOTH ENTWINED SO DEEPLY INSIDE EACH OTHER THAT THEY BARELY TOOK A NOTICE OF THEIR SURROUNDINGS, THEIR MINDS TOUCHED. THEIR POWERS EXPLODED IN SUCH A WHITE-HOT RAGE THAT IT RAINED GRANITE THAT NIGHT. THE MOUNTAINS WERE PULVERIZED; TREES EXPLODED AND THE SHARDS OF THEIR HEARTS PIERCED THE BODIES OF THE CREATURES AROUND THEM. HORSES TOUCHED BY THE PAIRS' IMMORTALITY BECAME DEMIGODS, THEIR OWN INHERENT TALENTS BALLOONING OUT TO GIVE THEM LUXURIES THEY NEVER SHOULD HAVE ENJOYED.

THEY HAD LEFT EACH OTHER THAT NIGHT, TWIST AND DECESSUSS. TWIST STILL FELT THAT DECESSUSS HAD FEARED HER THAT NIGHT, UNDER THE MOON. WHAT THE HELL, SHE HAD BEEN AFRAID OF HIM. THE DARK RECESSES OF ANOTHER'S MIND WERE MUCH TOO CLOSE FOR HER TO ENJOY, EVEN AS AN IMMORTAL AND ESPECIALLY FROM SOMEONE SO CLOSE TO HERSELF. SHE HAD TRAVELLED ALONE TO THE NEW LAND THAT WAS NAMED SEMPER MEILOR BY THE NATIVE WOLVES THAT HAD LIVED HERE LONG BEFORE. SHE PREFERRED THE LONELINESS OF THE ROAD TO THE TEDIUM OF ANOTHER'S TALK. SHE HAD AVOIDED DECESSUSS WHEN THEY HAD MET EYES, AND HE HAD KEPT OUT OF HER WAY AS WELL. THEY HAD ARRIVED IN THIS NEW PLACE ALONE. TWIST HAD NOT HESITATED TO MAKE HERSELF A TERRA FOR HER OWN LONELY LIFE, AND THE EVENT HAD BEEN CONSIDERED A MIRACLE BY THE HUNDREDS OF EYES THAT WATCHED.

SHE HAD, OF COURSE, ENJOYED HER TASTE OF THE LOCAL MEAT; THE DICKS OF THE OTHER STUDS SEEMED NOT TO COMPARE, HOWEVER. SOME HAD BEEN TOO COWARDLY, SOME TOO PHYSICAL. SHE HAD EVEN KILLED A FEW STALLIONS THAT HAD TAKEN HER FOR GRANTED, HUMPING HER LIKE A LUMP OF RAW MEAT.

TO FORCE ONE'S SEXUALITY UPON AN IMMORTAL IS A DEADLY MISTAKE.

BUT NOW SHE WAS BORED OF THAT LIFE. TWIST HAD LIVED IN THIS NEW PLACE SEVEN CENTURIES, AND FOR WHAT? A LITTLE NIGHTTIME ACTION? NO, SHE WAS MORE THAN THAT. SHE WAS NOT SCOTCH TWIST, THE SLUT. SHE WAS SCOTCH TWIST, THE LEGEND! SHE'D DECIDED TO HOLD UP HER NAME. HALF OF THE MEN SHE HAD GIVEN HERSELF TO HAD NO IDEA THAT THEY'D JUST SHAKEN UP WITH WAS A GOD. ALL THEY KNEW WAS THAT THEY HAD NEVER SEEN THEIR SONS, THE SONS THIS BITCH WOULD NEVER GIVE.

TWIST WANTED TO CHANGE THAT.

SHE BECAME MORE SOCIAL. SHE WOULD ASSOCIATE WITH THE DEMIGODS, THE ELEMENTALS, ENJOYING THEIR COMPANY AND REVEALING HER SECRETS LIKE RARE FRUITS. THE RUMORS SPREAD EASILY. IT WAS LIKE TAKING CANDY FROM A BABY.

BUT SCOTCH TWIST WAS UNPREDICTABLE. SHE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE LIVES SHE TOUCHED. THESE OTHERS, THEY WERE JUST MORTALS THAT HAD GOTTEN IN THE WAY. SHE COULD BE ANGRY WITH THEM.

SHE COULD BE MURDEROUS.

THESE CREATURES, THEY WERE NOT GODS, HOWEVER. THEY HAD STANDARD FEELINGS AND SUB-PAR REACTIONS. THEY DIDN'T LIKE THE UNKNOWN, AND TWIST WAS AN UNPREDICTABLE ENTITY. SHE HAD TO GO. THE AVERAGE MADE UNCROSSABLE LINES FOR THE ETHEREAL TO STAND BEHIND, AND THEY ENFORCED THESE LINES WITH ALLIES THAT WERE NOT AS SIMPLE AS ONE MIGHT EXPECT. THE GODS, RE-NAMED IN THIS NEW PLACE, WERE CALLED FORTH TO CONTROL THE UNCONTROLLABLE.

WARS BROKE OUT, NOT JUST BETWEEN THE MORTALS BUT BETWEEN THE IMMORTALS AS WELL. THIS WAS NO LONGER ABOUT SAFETY; IT WAS ABOUT THE ETHICS OF JAILING DEITIES FOR BEING WHAT THEY WERE. AND IN ALL THE RUCKUS TWIST ESCAPED TO HER TERRA.

IT WAS ONLY OBVIOUS, AFTER IT WAS ALL DONE, WHERE SHE HAD GONE. THE LINES WERE DRAWN: THE LORDS OF THE ELEMENTS WOULD BE LEFT TO THEMSELVES, SO LONG AS THEY DID NOT MEDDLE WITH THE UNDERLINGS. IT WAS A TEDIOUS RELATIONSHIP; IT WAS NOT MEANT TO LAST. THE MORTALS WERE NOT HELD TO A PROMISE. AND SO THE BRAVEST OF THEM WENT OUT TO HUNT DOWN THE GODS. SCOTCH TWIST WAS TOP ON THE LIST. AFTER ALL, IT WAS SHE WHO HAD STARTED THE WHOLE THING.

BUT SHE'D BUILT THE MOST IMPENETRABLE OF FORTRESSES. A SPINE OF ROCK THAT STRETCHED TO THE SKY, AND SHE COULD KEEP AN EYE ON ALL THOSE WHO CAME TO SEE HER. THEY ALL DIED. FOR LOCKING HER UP, TWIST REASONED, SHE HAD A RIGHT TO TAKE THEIR LIVES AND SHOVE THEIR BODIES OFF THE CLIFF. HER POWERS WERE FAR GREATER THAN ANYTHING THEY COULD SCROUNGE UP; SHE COULD FEEL WHICH OF HER ATTACKERS WERE THE MOST LETHAL FROM MILES ABOVE THEIR HEADS.

THEY NEVER HAD A CHANCE.

AND EVENTUALLY SHE WAS LEFT ALONE. SHE HAD A WHOLE MOUNTAIN TO HERSELF, AND SHE NEVER LEFT HER EVEREST PEAK. THOSE BELOW MARVELED AT THE STORIES FROM HER PAST AND WONDERED IF SHE WAS STILL ALIVE, WATCHING THOSE BELOW.

SHE HAD WAITED SO LONG FOR COMPANY. COMPANY THAT WASN'T INTERESTED IN HER TRACK RECORD. AND IT HAD FINALLY COME.

SHE SIGHED AS DECESSUSS CIRCLED HER, HIS TOUCH MAGNETIZING HER VEINS. HER NERVES TINGLED WITH PLEASURE AS HIS TONGUE TRACED HER CURVES, FOLLOWING THE SHAPES AND MUSCLES THAT SPIRALED OVER HER FRAME. SHE SHIVERED AND TOSSED HER HEAD, PRESSING HER BODY TO HIS IN A FAMILIAR EMBRACE THAT NEVER GOT OLD. HE PAUSED AT HER HIND AND NIPPED AT HER TAIL, AND SHE QUIVERED WITH RESTRAINED ANTICIPATION. HE WAS SO CLOSE...SHE COULD ALMOST DIE FOR THE NIGHT THAT WAS TO COME.

FINALLY THE EBONY SPECTRE BROUGHT HIMSELF BACK TO HER FRONTLINE, HIS POSE MARKING HIM FOR ONE WHO COULD NOT HOLD BACK MUCH MORE. HE TOSSED HIS HEAD AND BOWED, HIS POLL FALLING BELOW TWIST'S MUZZLE AS HE OFFERED HER HIS SERVICES. "A DANCE, PERHAPS?" HE QUESTIONED, ASKING A QUESTION THAT THEY BOTH KNEW THE ANSWER TO. TWIST RELEASED A RAGGED BREATH FROM DEEP WITHIN HERSELF AND STEPPED FORWARD TO MEET HER MATE. BRUSHING ALONG HIS FLANK IN AN ELECTRIC SHIVER OF MOTION, SHE CIRCLED HIM AND WHISPERED IN HIS WILLING EAR. "TONIGHT IS THE PERFECT NIGHT TO TRIP THE LIGHT," SHE PURRED, MUSCLES RELEASING THEIR BURDENS AS SHE OFFERED HERSELF TO HIM.

MUSE: STILL FLAMIN' HOT!
WORDCOUNT: 1140
COMMENTS: I LOVE THAT...TRIP THE LIGHT, HEHE