The Ground F O L D S {open}

[Dr. Professor Zombie Eris <3]

V A L E N T I N E
T O U C H is a good thing...

Dawn was breaking over the sapphire tinged forest surrounding The Midnight Valley, breaking the grasp of night. The sky was gradually lightening into soft hues of pink and orange. The sun peeked over the mountain ridges, it’s yellow rays reaching out over the ice-encased woodland like trembling saffron fingers. Golden shafts of light filtered down through the glassy boughs, particles of dust and the left over snow drifting within the shimmering pillars, swirling around each other as if locked in a celestial dance. Where those brilliant amber hued lights touched, everything shone like stars come to earth. The snow blanketed earth shimmered like diamonds, its beauty hard and chilling as the tawny light was reflected off of the powdery surface. A rainbow of color was held within the brisk morning air as the glacial cold left over from the evening collided with the sun’s might. The mountains towered above, acting as sentry over the vast ocean of azure trees, glowed with ivory radiance as daylight emulated off of their snow covered peaks. Clouds drifted leisurely across the serene multicolored sky, creating patches of shadow upon the terra. Branches shook here and there as the birds, awakened by the sun, flitted through the frosty limbs; filling the atmosphere with their high pitched, cheery cries. A crisp breeze carried the sickly sweet scent of rotting flowers and the promise of a charmingly warm afternoon within it’s unseen path. The tinkling sound of cracking ice floats through the pale brown trunks, echoing throughout the land gently with the faint voice of chimes.

Heavy footfalls filter through the bare limbs of foliage, reverberating faintly against the ancient hardwoods. Through a thicket of saplings emerges an ebony stallion, his muscular, unscarred legs twining up to attach seamlessly to his masculine onyx body. A gracefully arched neck held a kingly skull adorned with delicately curved ears, pricked to attention, and large teardrop shaped nostrils that sent up a slight cloud of mist with every exhale. Glimmering optics resembling pearls flashed, their nightshade pupils giving away some of the obsidian brute’s secrets. A glistening nigrescent tail flicks against his well-built black flank, stirring the air with his musky scent. Tossing his large head, the sable stud impatiently shook his forelock out of his vision, causing the rest of his inky mane to ripple like water as it fell back into place, draped over his thick shoulders. Stepping into a large clearing, the magnificent rogue let his endless silver optics drink in the landscape; mighty trees stood proudly, their giant roots grasping the frigid earth with an immovable strength too ancient for mortal eyes to recognize. The layers and layers of snow had begun to melt within the sun’s radiance and springy emerald grass was visible in patches along the forest floor. Frost-encrusted boughs thawed silently, shedding away the chilled crystals ever so slowly. Surveying his area, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly as the great beast broke into a sly grin. This ice covered wasteland would be the infamous stallion’s domain.

Lifting his two front legs into the chilled air, Valentine kicked powerfully at nothing, the water that had collected in his feathers spraying wildly about. A thundering bellow fled from the sable brute’s maw as he battled the atmosphere, filling the valley with the sound of his arrival. Coming down from his rear, the draft stallion decided not to land lightly, but to slam all of his weight into the snow-layered crust that acted as a ground. As impact was made between the frozen surface and the mighty stag’s hooves, a loud thud permeated the woodland around him, reverberating throughout the crystallized trunks and fading into a silent oblivion once more. Shaking out his wild tresses, the onyx stained hellion clacked his teeth and stamped at the ground in an obvious show of leadership. Trumpeting out another call for good measure, Valentine tossed his head and trotted briskly to the other and of the clearing, waiting for what, he did not know...

I am the SON, follow my footsteps...

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The pollution of spring was heavy in the air. The putrid perfumes of females going into season, the awful mixture of snow and mud, and the slushy ground that formed as crystals of snow melted and merged with the sod below. Blades of grass tore through the thinner portions of the land, rearing their heads to announce that yes, they had indeed survived the harsh winter. Chirps of birds rising from the dead filled the air, as hibernation began to cease and the mutiny of life once again overtook what was previously the dead of winter. Soon enough, young ones would be frolicking merrily among the fields, rearing and squealing in their ever so annoying baby voices. Mothers would follow while fathers kept watch over the things they despised ever creating. Ice cackled as it fell, hitting the ground with a burst of laughter, for it was spared the greeting of foals. Snow would melt and wither before the inexperienced hooves had a chance to trample it, the cloudy white skies were beginning to fade away to blue once more. The glorious silence of winter always disappeared, because it didn't want to face the world created by reproduction. With spring came new life. With spring came regret.

Spring, however, is not devoid of all beauty. Flowers were beginning to blossom, winter coats beginning to shed, and the summer coats of horses are attractive enough in and of themselves. The form of a mare could be made out in the distance. The red fae simply stood there, surveying the black stallion thoughtfully. If he was close enough to see her face, he would see within her deep chocolate eyes a flash of mischief. In her books, he was raised to something as important. He could be her brand new plaything. Hidden by distance was the smirk playing across her petite muzzle, the lust crossing her facade as she thought of the power he was capable of. Oh yes. He could be worth quite a pretty penny, and as such, he was elevated as a stallion worthy of not just her body, but also of her mind. Arrogant, not once did the little seductress think he wasn't into mares like her, or that he wouldn't be interested. Already she was thinking of what he'd have to do to impress her, to get her behind the bushes, and then, how she would simply snare him.

Thin legs of white carried the minuscule vixen toward the behemoth at a fluid trot. Her face had been replaced with a mask of innocence, her eyes gleaming with feigned joy. Tulip shaped ears swiveled about, though one always remained fixated in his direction. Her blazed skull was held high upon an arched Arab neck, tail of flaxen floating from the height she'd raised it to. The cream locks dangling from her neck bounced in rhythm with her gait, while her forelock swayed to cover one eye, then the other, and vice versa. Feathered hooves barely tapped the ground before lifting again, as the chestnut fae's stockinged legs carried her toward her new prize. Smoothly with a liquid gate, the Fire vixen halted a few feet away. Her brown eyes widened in mock shock, nostrils quivering as she inhaled his delectable scent. Proceeding with her innocent act, the fae took a few steps back so that she may get a full view of this gift from God. As she allowed the shock to slip from her face, a smile flitted across her muzzle as her eyes fixed upon his own. She was good at what she did. She never guessed he may be better.

Carefully, as if with trepidation and worry, the fae took a step closer to the stallion. Her companion, an equally petite for his species dog, came bounding up alongside her. His black body dropped into a sit behind his maiden, head cocking to the side as black eyes watched the scene. Hello there, I wasn't expecting to see anyone else around... Her voice was shy though musical, like a harp played before a crowd for the first time. Her dished skull dipped in respect to the stallion, a small shy smile fixed upon her muzzle. Never did she take her eyes off of him, though, as an innocent vix may do. Tempest knew these lands; she knew one false move, and things could be out of her control. My name's Tempest, and that's Taco, my companion. May I ask who you are? The chihuahua shifted uncomfortably, as if trying to decide whether or not he should speak up. Senior, mi nombre es Álvaro, actually. The dog pipped in, his voice thick with his ancestry. Coyly, the fae pretended to be embarrassed, and as she turned her head away from the baron to indicate her embarrassment, she actually allowed her eyes to stray.

[Dr. Professor Zombie Eris <3]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] V A L E N T I N E T O U C H is a good thing... The great beast didn’t have to wait long for an answer to his fierce cries; a scent rode upon the light spring breeze, carrying the promise of a mare along with it. A slight grin made its way across the deceitful stag’s maw as he spied an equine figure within the distance, the shape of her body screaming female. The newcomer stood still for a moment as if surveying the large brute, checking him off of her list. As her thin white legs began to kick into motion, Valentine checked himself, making sure that every single detail of his demeanor was perfect; there could be no flaws in a game as dangerous as this. Straightening his stance and arching his neck, the ebonite stallion lifted his invisible brow in an inquisitive glance as he gave the mare a once over, he could tell by the way that her hips swayed and her legs lifted to kick into the air as she moved that this was the kind of female who held herself in high esteem. A throaty chuckle filled the air around him as the sorrel fea approached, her dished head held high. Slowing to a stop, the inky behemoth stealthily studied the mistress before him; reddened chestnut coat, ivory painted legs, lovely chocolate eyes that seemed to hold more than the innocence in which was expressed there. As she stepped back, the fiery dame’s eyes widened and her face was a perfect rendition of shock; too perfect. Raising his head a fraction higher as if putting the sun-touched mistress below him, Valentine smirked as she started to speak, her voice like bells lilting and lifting in all of the right places. Inwardly, the deceitful brute was laughing with the absurdity of it all; who was this mare to think she could come to the world’s best liar and bullshit him into believing that her all-too-perfect acting wasn’t a fluke? Holding back an annoyed snort, the towering stag decided that he would rather make this little bitch work for his attention instead of the other way around. Turning his kingly skull to stare into the distance, the charming stud made sure to swivel his ears toward the arrogant madame, giving the all too true illusion of the uncaring listener. During the darkened youth’s inspection of the mare, he noticed that her body was also flawless; her curves rounded without fault, her pelt glistened just the right amount in the faint sunlight, her entrancing chocolate eyes held just the right amount of innocence and mystery to keep anyone interested…. Anyone that is, except Valentine. Glancing back to the flame-kissed femme as she spoke her name, the nightshade brujo sneered and blew his breath loudly from his nostrils in a gesture that screamed ‘shut up’. The handsome devil was about to speak to this tempting actress when another voice piped up, speaking in the harmonious language of another race. Turning his silvery gaze upon a tiny black dog, the stag’s brow creased in confusion for but a moment; what was it with females and their small dogs? Shaking his head as if to clear it of the oddities of the moment, Valentine turned his attention back to the striking mare and grinned nastily, the smile showing only a miniscule fraction of his intentions. Stepping into Tempest’s personal space and pushing lightly against her rounded bodice with his muscled shoulder, the great beast snapped his teeth at the delicately curved shell of her ear before growling his response Well hello Tempest… I am called Valentine, and I shall have you know…. I truly don’t give a damn about who you or your little pooch are. Shoving against her soft flesh, the dark prince craned his head to the side to rake his teeth down the side of his new toy’s neck, ending the contact with a sharp nip aimed at her cheek. As rage bubbled up within him, so did another, much hotter sensation…

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