..:I’m six feet from the {e d g e}:..

[D.arq I.llusions]

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down...

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A form of an equine could be seen in the distance, that of a very draft-looking horse. As she two-beated toward a gathering of tree's and such, you would be able to see it is the form of a mare. Her coloring is of a silvery tint, with sabino markings splashed upon her stomach and legs. Her cursing? Darq Illusions. Darq stopped near the tree's, unsure if she should hide in the shadows, or stand out here in the open as she was now. Beggining to nip at the blades of grass near her hooves, she stuck near to the shadows, ready to hide if something would come after her.

If you looked her over, you could see she is very tall, about seventeen hands. She has the look of a dark, and that is what she is. Snorting loudly, she glanced around, rolling her eyes at the other equines talking with stallions and such. Darq was not sure why she was even here, she hated to interact with others, but she also needed to find herself a home. She would have to try to be nice to the stallions, even if she didn't trust them one bit. Sighing deeply, she continued to munch on the grass, waiting for an equine to come along.

I’m looking down now that it’s over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I’m down to one last breath...

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and I can't eat, I can't sleep.
oh but thankyou for coming.

black words always lead to something.
bury her 'cause her time was cut thin.
all the while you just stood and stared
never cared tp help,
we just got carried away.


I ain’t going to lie to ye all, for lying ain’t my thing, I was far off the grandest mover, far off then all the rest of ye pathetic dogs. I moved in a twisted, drunken state, stumbling through the waste placed before me feet, tripping over every stick caught upon me way. Nah, I had no patience when it came to movement, for all that mattered was arriving there ta me, so, I merely dragged me self along, me limbs not putting at all a slice of effort at all, and one could say, nether were me very own seekers. Aye, I stumbled as if blind, continuously ramming my galleon upon all sticks that lashed from trunks, scraping off yet another piece of skin, the mongrel pests a lashing at it in their own spill of joy as crimson liquid spilt me own hardship, the crimson bright 'gainst me own darkened hue. Me tail was at constant work, ye can't doubt that, taking revenge upon all who dared feast upon me sorry state, teaching them a lesson they forget upon a matter of seconds. Curse 'em, the bloomin' pests, send 'em all ta the rotting pits of hell, and a one by one, peel off their skins, set their souls on fire, ground them to they were naught much more 'en ashes. And send that bastard sun as well, rot him in ya pits, for he sent out his lines of bloomin' heat, dancing across me very own embodiment as if ‘tis was a stage for him, and slowly bleaching me darkened hinds, which had been their own cursed burnt hue upon birth, following suite in the lines of me Pa. Not that I enjoyed that too often, nah, not at all. But, tis was one thing I put up with, learning too deal with it as quickly as I could, afraid meself would have a fit of it and find an absurd way of getting rid of it. Aye, the price for looks 'em days, and good d**n it, the lack of care for one self’s health to get ‘em, eh. Nah, ye probably all just a sit and look at me, pleading ya innocence, a-claiming ye ain't vain. Nah, save ya lies, ain't worth ya breath ta tell me, I already now ya a selfish bush pig, a snorting along as ya fixed ya stray hairs, eh. Nah.

Me own two-beat was the only noise, the only sound, part from the buzzing of the d**ned pests, and ya all know I ain't silence, don't yas? and so, grumbling, I released me "queer" talk, filling in that dang silence that had been left, eh, a cursed bloomin noise that stung me own lobes.
Booze me up and get me high. Why don't you give it a try? Let the bottle do the work... Eh, god d**n it, Tur boy forgot 'em words,
God d**n it, that’s for sure. Only been singing this song me whole d**n life. Eh, god, me memory was dying, there was no doubt at all about that matter, so ya'lls ain't gonna waste ya foul-smelling breath a-trying ta talking me out it, 'cause, like ya know, I know, know more then what crossed ya pathetic mind, ya hear me? Ya all know. Blah! Who gave a hoot?! Amber stilts movements grew lazy, two-beat's noise no longer the main source, the main sound, but the soft touch of ebon cladded daggers, prodding the earth in a soft, four-beat, lazy and bloomin careful, me "drunk" like state continuing, bothering not to dodge me mass past low branches and what ever random obstacles so dared ta stop me bloomin' endless amble.

Ya know, quite surprisingly really, I was that sort ta notice those lil details. Aye, 'twas a surprise to a certain extent, that'd be I that drew in the scent of 'em blasted equine, caught upon the stench 'ess had so been cursed with, an odour that couldn't be easily manipulated. 'Twasn't long now, it never took as long, 'til her chassis rose, darkened lass mixed upon emerald blades, pathetic life dancing carefree around her. It was sickening, to a certain extent. Aye, to an extent. Though, at the same time, there was joy, a mere fragment mind you, to see her lying, hogging up space that she was deemed unworthy of. It nether hesitated me, nor caught upon me interest. Aye, we were all caught upon awkward positions once in a while. Acoustics rose 'wards her, but not a mere whisper was heard, bytch caught upon a silence, caught in the swing of the emotion of placid. Silence, though, now that was a word that did naught good, silence told ya naught, was naught, and was as useless as anything. Ha. The bloomin' pathetic silence. Clouded cardinal stroked pedate drew me own bxstered silhouette, no longer upon me twisted state, daggers now pounding the earth upon a natural state, eh. Somewhat, anyway. No longer were voids clouded upon the ways of looking, no branches dared ta flick 'em bloomin' foliage upon me titan, nah, not at all. Huddling close ta her, appendages "dance" so ceased, leaving me naught but three foot away from the “lil” dear, placing me d**n smack in the front of her, voids cruising 'cross her in a joyful glee. 'Twas funny what so happened to delight me. Ha.

Twisted smirk drew 'cross clouded cavity, one that so spoke the words of amusement, and somehow, a hostile look, though, those lines were painted so thin, 'twas hardly see able. Titan moved, lucid voids 'crossing 'cross "me" sweetheart, acoustics flicking lazily to her, 'fore deciding her pathetically useless. Aye, don't judge a book by a cover, eh? Ahhh... I knew that one off by heart, I do so swear, knew each lil letter. And god d**n it, 'twas something I dared not to defy often, aye. But... today seemed to be of an exception, a lil leeway to do as I pleased, eh. Aye, I had lots of things I seeked to do before the day was dead. Plenty of all sorts. Me own paper thins flared once again, drawing in that intoxicating sense she possessed, as titan lowered 'wards her own dream box, spheres dancing 'cross her chrome facade. Aye, so it had been. At that point, as those thoughts flicked 'cross me dream box, cavity was set a-jar, intonation lashing out at the atmosphere with that same mockery tune, decrepit by the faint source of irritable notes.
Ahhh… salutations, sweetheart. feast your ears upon this one; turukulakh. tur for the lazy, now, eh. how about that one?
Voids flicked 'cross her, acoustics hearing me own tunes ringing upon me head. Titan was turned, glancing slightly behind her, before once again, tunes were released, a small hiss added to the same old tuned tones.
Now deary, where have my manners gone? South, no doubt, aye, gone for the winter. Aye, most likely. now sweetheart, I’d set meself a goal to be on my best behaviour, so it would possibly be polite of me to ask your own alias…? yes, perhaps so. so, what’d it be?
Cavity was slammed shut, me enamels grinding together furiously, nah, carelessly. Aye, so it be.


lately my dreams have started tp die
it occured to me on the inside
so I guess, so have I.


word count;; 1’210.
lyrics by old enough, nickelback.
ooc;; one last breath, creed ;]

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[D.arq I.llusions]

Brown eyes glanced about as she lifted her head. She had heard hoofbeats. Backing up against a tree, she stared frantically around her. When the stallion finnaly appeared, she did not relax, but pushed herself closer to the tree, afraid he was here to hurt her. Darq snorted, pinning her ears, trying to scare him off, but he kept coming toward her. When the stranger stopped nearby and spoke, she felt like attacking him, but didn't.

Listening to his words, she was tense and nervous. "I am Darq Illusions. They call me Darq.She said, taking a step towrad him and pinning her ears flat, trying her best to make him back off. I am of the dark alliance. She added, backing herself against the tree once more. Why the hell do I get like this?! She pondered, stomping a hoof. Darq had come here to find herself a home, but now she couldn't help herself but to be scared out of her wits.

Maybe she was like this because of something that had happend to her in the past. Thinking back, she shuddered, dreading the memories of that horrid night. One night, after she had left the only herd she had ever been in, she was attacked. There had been a legend that there was a black stallion who attacked lone mares in the night, and stole them. Well, on that dark night, she had been wandering, searching for a shelter. Moments passed and she had felt as if she was being followed. Thinking nothing of it, she had continued. Only minutes passed and she encountered a larger-than-herself stallion, of a black coat. Darq had fought against him for her own protection, and many wounds scarred her coat after that battle, some spilling blood. She had managed to fight him off, not letting him take her.

Darq dreaded the memories of that night because she had had no one to confide in anymore, and she had been scared. When she finnaly found herself a heavily forested area to hide in, she had slept and rested for days, until she was finnaly able to continue her journeys. That was the only time she was ever really injured badly,. and thats why she is scared of stallions now.

Blinking quickly, she noticed she had somewhat spaced out, staring off into the distance, lost in her thoughts and memories. She hoped 'tur' had not said anything, because if he had she would seem awfully rude, as she had ignored him. Snorting, she stared into his eyes, making sure he would not attack her.

ooc; wow... what an awesome post xD My best yet, or almost.

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and I can't eat, I can't sleep.
oh but thankyou for coming.

black words always lead to something.
bury her 'cause her time was cut thin.
all the while you just stood and stared
never cared tp help,
we just got carried away.


oh darling, she was interesting, none the least.
and sweetheart I do mean that in the nicest way possible, if it was even possible. but, ‘twasn’t everyday, ‘course not, ye find yaself a pretty lil poppy, backed up against a heavy trunk, her d**ned spheres dancing ‘bout in their sockets, nostril a-snorting, and towers pinned against their base. no, ‘twas not everyday. but it was obviously me own presence that sent her a-jumping to startling conclusions, for she’d be the idiot to simple expect everybody to want her physically. ‘cause darling, I swear if I’d been the fool ta be a jezebel, there’d be no fret, no care. d**n, there’d probably only be a bit of pregnant doging and carrying on, nothing that ain’t gonna hurt.
but don’t get me wrong, it didn’t sting. nah. it was an honour, really, to be thought of as the beast that could hurt, and was such an idiot, such a show of, he’d ‘mark’ her his, upon this very movement.
really, she wasn’t even worth the effort.

but still, I mean this in the most nicest way possible, I always did, but you had it all wrong. of course!, it was a good guess, none the less, who didn’t stereotype, these days? but I wasn’t quite like that beast. nah, there was a bit of a-gentlemen within, of course. if ye stuck ‘round for a while, ye’d learn, not that anybody did. but sweetheart, who’d blame ‘em?
but I swear I’ve never hurt a fly, not physically, at least. there’d been a bit of name-calling, a couple of insults tossed into the mix, but nothing more. but don’t take this the wrong way, it was an effort factor. I’m sure I could take on that fly, I’m a tough guy, I swear. the sweethearts hearts are all a-swelling with either lust or love, whatever rocked ones boat, my care level was pretty darn low.

I am darq illusions. they call me darq.
acoustics swirled upon dreamer’s box, darting towards the vague direction of ‘me’ minx, a ‘sorta careless look, drawing upon me own hued spheres, the one that simply expressed my own feelings. as much as a gentleman as i tried to me, sweetheart, it had its limitations. oh yes, and I think a majority of the blame went to that darling ‘care-o-metre’ of mine, the one that was so d**n self-absorbed, it honestly didn’t even give a d**n. it was innocent, I swear. our ‘lil’ minx took a daring step forward, hawks a-sticking to her dreamer’s box, like if she dared to take ‘em off, the world would fall and crumble, and we’d loose all hope of society. take ‘em off, if that’s the case darling, lets see what ‘innocent’ havoc we can a-wreck. with that same ‘daring’ attitude of hers, a step was taken, drawing me own embodiment closer to hers, a small, ‘innocent’ smirk ‘crossing me mug, darkened spheres a-lightin’ up in a mischievous ‘boyish’ look. nah, I hadn’t grown outta that lil trait, not even close to.
I am of the dark alliance
and pigs fly, me own dreamer box replied. sure, it was a wee original, and I dare to thank the lord I hadn’t spoken it out loud, aye. spheres darted down to the ground, as she backed against her ever-so-protective trunk, her ‘lil’ dagger a-pounding into the ground. no sweetheart, it wasn’t completely obvious you were nervous, worried, afraid, whatever. the list goes on, doesn’t it?

titan was tilted to the side, in that same boyish manner, and spheres darted ‘cross her, dancing upon their sockets. I decided, at that very point in time, we’d play a little ‘game’. of course, I swear I’ve stated it before, I hadn’t grown out of that trend, nah, there wasn’t a chance. what thickhead pig hadn’t? and it was obvious what game we would be playing at, we liked to play with people’s weaknesses.
hold up? we?
roses are red, violets are blue, I’m skitchafretic, and so am I!
ohh yes, correction there, then. I, I, I. or sweetheart, me, myself, and I. much improved, don’t you think?

‘daringly’ because I do so like to mock her, another step was taken closer, dome a co.cking to the side, spheres darting ‘cross embodiment once again, in a manner we shouldn’t really be discussing. it was in that same manner, titan was stretched out, mug moving gently ‘cross her lobe, nape reaching the smallest bit to touch it. a small groan was released into it, a sign of manliness, if you want, before a deep husky breath was released, surely attracting a few ears, hmm.
the dark alliance, hmm? well sweetheart, I’ve heard we’ve been lacking in numbers…. if you really want.
oh yes.
still, after all those god d**ned years, I was still as pathetic and boyish as ever. surely that itself was a turn on, hmm?


lately my dreams have started tp die
it occured to me on the inside
so I guess, so have I.


word count;; 1’210.
lyrics by old enough, nickelback.
ooc;; yes yes. muchly well done post there, darq. =)

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