02-11-2017, 07:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-11-2017, 07:44 PM by Andros.)
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.. A strong Lippizzan stag traversed the field. His allibaster pelt shone brightly in the summer sunlight. His nape lifted his defined skull to the sky as his nares took a deep breath of the summer breeze, knowing soon it would carry a cold winter behind it. He lowered his skull back to a relaxed level as his hazel orbs scanned the terra, as if looking for prey, as the gentle breeze blew his dusty forelock out of his orbs. His orbs landed on the silhouette of a beautiful hussy in the distance, a smirk curled on his lips. But he didn't go after her.. not yet, he would sit back and watch her. His heavy hooves underneath him dug into the sod below him, occasionally shifting his body weight from one side to the other, causing his muscles and veins to ripple softly under his pelt. He stood there for a while before it was time..
His strong props slowly carried his figure closer to the woman, a look of need and fantasy swirled in his orbs. He stalked the mare in a way to not make her feel uncomfortable. Suddenly he stopped, his nares caught the scent of a dashing, young prince in the distance.. "Oh life,.. why do you bestow upon me so many fun options.." He spoke aloud to no one in particular, with a gentle chuckle to himself. His vocals were honeyed, warm, calm, taunting. Half way between the hussy and the prince.. he just stood there between two in a of world of options.
His name was Andros, a pure lippizzan stag, a tempter of both harlots and he-devils, Andros had no preference. He had traveled far from his childhood home, as his family pushed him away due to the way he was. He was searching for a new place to call home, more fun to have.. more souls to be enraptured with. His props once more carried him slightly farther away from his two current options.. His orbs shifting between both, cautiously. He wanted his next move to be the right one. He was always calculating usually. Who would he have fall for him next? But in the end his choice never really mattered.. He just wanted to be loved and to love others, even if only for a moment. Hopefully to bring some joy into ones life. He thought life was too short to not go a little wild every now and then.. and do something dangerous.  HTML by Call
He was ever a profoundly curious creature, though that itself is no distinguishing quality. When the world you live in is full of extravagant creatures being inquisitive is hardly noticeable. Next to magic and flight, regeneration and healing it was hardly anything to even garner awareness from others. No, it was not that itself that proved him worthy of interest or mention. It was that which required his attention that set him apart. Frankenstein had a thing for the unusual, death and all manner of things taboo. It was thus that set him apart and it is also the root cause of all manner of ridicule from less understanding folk.
Strangers did not take kindly to the grave robber or looky loo. Naturally.
Death was just so very, exquisite and not just death itself but that which caused it. Where did life end and death begin and why? Did they truly just have to stop, to cease in existence and pursue all there was to the world no more? Was it possible to persevere, even after death? Is death truly an end?
Frankenstein didn’t know but he wanted to, he reveled in death and its classic beauty.
Why, currently he was sniffing about the decomposing corpse of a squirrel, had anyone noticed? Perhaps they had and were avoiding eye contact, dodging this particular spot in the field as to not catch any of his ‘crazy’. Others were usually good at avoiding him like the plague, afraid that if they got too close his peculiarities might rub off on them. It must have been difficult at first, his splotchy coat attractive enough to entice a second look but the moment they found his eyes, half sunken into his face they were quick to turn away. Just as well, they never did quite understand him anyway.
Then why does this man watch him so?
He’s noticed, the pale stallion almost devouring him with his gaze. Frank has tried not to look, unsure just what motives were lurking in that stare but it’s not all that often that anyone paid attention to him for so long. Again he finds himself answering that scrutiny, pale blue eyes haunting and tired. frankenstein i have been half in love with easeful death
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.. Andros's lips curled into a small smirk as his orbs caught a glimpse of the prince's blue eyes, meeting his for only a second. He loved how his gaze could instill both fear and curiosity into someone. He watched the prince before him as his props slowly moved his figure closer to him, his hooves treading almost silently. He watched as this stallion's nares pointed to the earth, he assumed smelling the death from something that laid there. One of his eyebrows raised.. This prince peaked his interest, he was different; unique. Andros had a fondness for those who could catch his attention. His alabaster figure grew closer to the snowflaked bay before him.. "Well, hello there Sir, looks like the oncoming winter has already fallen upon your back.." Andros said as he grew closer. "My name is Andros, it is a pleasure to meet you." Andros said bowing his skull to the prince, his nares smelling the death in the air from the squirrel. "Who do I have the honor to be meeting?" He asked.
Andros had never really had a problem with death.. or what it ment.. the end of life. Yet at the same time he was not fond of it. He had came to this land after hearing rumors of horses with immortality. THAT was Andros' dream, he wanted to live forever, stay his young, wild, handsome self. Never age. He hoped through meeting those around him that hopefully he could find the answer to everlasting life. His orbs looked at the death before him, then to the prince... "So you've found yourself something that delights you,.. I can tell." His vocals spoke with a vibrant intonation. "Please, tell me about why this poor dead creature calls for your attention, wouldn't you much rather enjoy the splendor that is life? and all the world and those that inhabit it?" Andros inquired. His orbs watching the prince as he gently walked up next to him as he spoke, his maw gently brushing the princes side, if only for a moment. Andros smirked, trying to keep his excitement to himself, as he finally stood next to the prince, rather close.. his orbs looking down at the dead rodent in contemplation. HTML by Call
As the other drifts his way Frankenstein trains his crystal blues back on the earth. It appears he might be taking particular interest in the critter that rests just at his feet and that is his every intention. Meeting people made him uncomfortable as he had learned to expect some sort of ridicule or game to follow, the how-dos always being at his expense. By the time the snow white stallion reaches him his legs are trembling, a quiver racing up their lengths that he tries his best to steady. The fact that he had recently taken a keen liking to patches of locoweed did not help the matter. It was not becoming of him or anyone to display such a discomfort at casual interaction but the psychoactive effects of his most recent meal left him with a sense of paranoia that was even greater than usual.
Small is the smirk that grabs his lips, the other greeting him in what he found to be a humorous observation, even if it was, in a sense, true. Perhaps it did look as though snow traced patches and spots along his back and his pelt in whole, it was an interesting comparison though he had heard it few times before. “H-hello,” the conversation led to an awkward stutter that stole his words.
“F-fr-frankenstein,” that part was almost a whisper, just audible as he quickly looked up at the stranger and then back to the decomposing creature, nudging it gently with a hoof.
“I am interested in the s-science of it. Is the boundry of life and death imaginary, can it be breached?” It seemed that talking about his interests, specifically this had eased the chatter to his speech. The moment the other male brushed gently against his skin he was once more an awkward and babbling virgin, hands and thumbs and fumbling grasps at normal interaction. What is normal though?
“Life is a f-fine interest but what is life exactly, s-specifically? Is it merely a series of reactions, the working of all the proper physical components, or is life dependent on the soul?” There was no simple response to the question, Frankenstein could muse ever long on the complications of the matter at hand but he found himself silenced. He had been speaking so much and hijacked the conversation. frankenstein i have been half in love with easeful death
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.. Andros couldn't help but smirk as he watched the prince before him.. "Frakenstein.. what a unique name..." He spoke walking around the dead creature before him,...doing his best to not step on it before reaching the other side of the prince. He gently brushed his maw against the princes shoulder.. slowly creeping down his back, his warm breath on his skin. "I've always had a fascination with the unique things around this world.." His vocals warm..tempting. Andros couldn't contain himself.. he gently nipped at the rump of Frankenstein.. He waited to see his reaction before making his way up to the princes shoulder and licking at it gently. "The unique ones always taste the sweetest.." He whispered playfully. HTML by Call [/b]
So sorry this is so short! gotta get the muse back! halp!
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