>>Black, blue, white, or orange, they are just colors, are they not? Clear, scarred, fogged, or rain splattered, they are just markings on a blank slate, correct? Then why, when one sees a creature of perhaps, different stature, blind, or maybe, a crippled old man, judge instantaneously, that that being is the enemy per say. Or because they are somewhat different from the rest, that they, unlike the rest of the world, must require special treatment? Some may say, that I don't deserve to be king. That I am too old for the job. Some have even gone far enough to say, that because I am arthritic, my brain has been addled as well. And I say, how dare they? I will admit to having my moments of unintelligence, but in truth, are we all not old and crippled? Aren't we all blind and scarred?

>>And so, with a bit of arrogance I say, To hell with those who cannot withstand the pressure of the world around us. To hell with those who judge on first glance, who pass one by because they are crippled. Because they are not aware of what they are missing out on. They do not think, that because I am crippled, I cannot be king. Challenge me. I want to see you try. What sparked this thought of preachism, I cannot say. Maybe it was the fact that this little filly, this spark of youth and happiness, caused me to remember those days when I began evolving into what I am now. Those days, when I walked with a severe limp, and many others passed me by, inconsiderate of my large potential. I wonder what they would say if they saw me now. In the words of a rather, unique friend of mine, "Fuck off bitches, 'cause Balthazar's in the house."

>>What an odd fellow. But in truth, his opinion of the world is exceedingly in-depth and knowledgeable. If only, people would see past the insanity, over the top happiness, and obsession with butterflies, they would see quite the brilliant minded fellow. But they don't. All these thoughts whirled through my head as I made my way slowly and deliberately through the ever thickening snow. My black frame outlined against the bright alabaster of the snow-topped trees as I searched for her. That little Cinderella. What a sweetheart she is. I smiled lightly to myself before I caught sight of her, then, it widened. Her joy at simple things wore off on me so easily. I approached her, almost silently, wishing neither to impose on her happiness, nor cause too much strain on my back by taking heavy footfalls.

>>I felt her bury her maw in my mane, and I heard her inquire that I show her Lienta. I was more than pleased to do so, and although I could not bend my neck around to look at her, I followed her with my eyes, and arched my neck, giving me that regal look and ability to extend my back to a comfortable level. My deep tones replied soundfully."As you wish." I stepped back to give her a small nudge on her shoulder, and began to meander my way slowly and carefully through the trees. I kept a wary eye on her, not severe, but watchful. I wanted her to love Lienta just as I did. I wanted her to want to be here, not have to be. I wanted her to know so much more, but I was afraid to speak.

[ooc- He iiiiis. 8D]

>>Is it a matter of fact, or just an opinion? Is it a desire to know, or an inclination to want? Is it everything I've ever dreamed of, or is it everything I've ever needed? Could this be my fairytale ending? God, I hope so. She is a sweetheart, the delicate princess I've been needing all my life. Or is she? No, this time I won't question myself. This time, I know. This time, I will not make the same mistake...and lose her, just like all the rest. Although I believe I musn't rush into anything irrational, I must make every decision with poise, control, and immediate sanity. But is there room for sanity in love? I cannot say. Love is a delicate flower that is always waiting to blossom, all we have to do, is give it time. Let it take its chosen course. Only then, will we ever be truly happy.

>>In my heart I challenge myself. I challenge myself to believe that this time, I trust myself more than ever. This time, I will not make the same mistakes. Do you believe me? Damn you if you don't. How dare you think I don't have the strength within me to fight. How dare you condemn me before you even realize who you're up against. How dare you. Everyday I'm stronger than the last, everyday I defy the law of life and everyone else's opinions of me. As others grow weaker, I will not do the same. I am tired of being the old man they named king. I am through with the snide comments that some youngling will one day overthrow me. I will remain king until my death. All must heed my warning: it's time to spread the word, and the word is: Defiance.

>>I kept a careful eye on her procession behind me, making sure as not to lose her, neither physically or mentally. The expression on her face was priceless and adoring. It seemed that she, like I, enjoyed every bit of pure beauty Lienta was. It did not matter that snow littered the ground, and capped the trees, preventing any glimmer of emerald brilliance from reaching the eye. But the snow only intensified the land's magnificence. Our feet left evenly spaced hoof prints behind us, mine deeper and leaving behind trails where I had drug my feet. Hers, were barely visible as she tiptoed across it, dancing too and fro and keeping my smile and attention point-blank on her. I was not sure if she noticed, but I was following a distinct path.

>>I barely wove throughout the trees, remaining unexpectedly straight in the tight enclosures of the forests embrace. As I walked, I could feel the path beneath the melting snow, and let my feet direct my path, rather than my head controlling my direction. For I trusted myself now within my land, and followed my feet suite. Soon, I could hear the crashing of waves, and the rushing of that distinct rapid sound. I pricked my ears forward, and lifted my head that for me, was an unnaturally alarming height. I even picked up my pace, so that, although slow and sluggish, I jogged toward the sound. Suddenly, I broke free from the trees embrace.

>>There before us, the magnificent waterfall crashed majestically into the pool of crystal blue water beneath. Bright emerald green grass stood out against its banks, and a layer of colorful leaves lined where the trees ended, and the grass began. I smiled brightly, there was where I wanted to be always. I stepped aside to let her pass and admire the sheer beauty of Lienta. I kept my dark gaze focused on her, grinning in spite of myself and my luck at residing within such a distinctly brilliant land. I began to eye the secret path that led to the single strip of land in the middle of the waterfall. But no, now was not right. The time would come when perhaps we were more than just friends, only then would I ever share the secret that I held so dear to heart.

>>Faith is everything, but love fulfills eternity.

[ooc- T__T Many apologies from said Thea-ness. I am totally vamped out of mah musage! Will try for fantabulous postie this afternoon...>_>]

;; It felt like she had known him for a lifetime, while in reality it was much, much less than that. But unlike some she had come across, she felt totally at ease in his presence. Released to be who she was, without judgment or thoughts of what he may think. Gaze had long been glued to the land before her, never seeming to get enough of it. If she didn't know better, she just might say it was a dream of magical proportions, the scenery constantly shifting and glimmering before her very eyes.

;; So taken was she in her own thoughts and admirations, she failed to notice the masculine's movements beside her, only tearing away her indigo gaze when he started to move away from her. Lobes pricked, features donning a curious expression as she watched him move closer to the water. He didn't stop, rather, he continued into the liquid flow, gaining a surprised intake of oxygen from the bella. What could he be doing? He motioned for her to follow, and that was all it took. More than happy to oblige, sunshine dipped figure gave a small leap, dancing merrily to the river's edge.

;; For a moment she paused, glancing first from the current of water then to the ebony form of Tribune, and then back at the water. When she lifted her stare to where the male was, he was gone, or almost. She just barely caught the last glimpse of him before he disappeared into the clutches of the waterfall. A moment of fear pricked her insides, not at all sure with the current situation. But based on her whole-hearted trust in her king, she debated no longer, taking a bold step out into the dark aqua.

;; Flints sunk into the muddy riverbed, struggling against the current. For a moment, she floundered, fighting to gain a secure hold. Once that task had been accomplished, she set about following after Tribune, sonars flattening against her alabaster threads as the roar of the falling water became increasingly louder. Another pause, another large breath was taken. Shutting her long-lashed eyes, she tentatively stuck her mug out, feeling the harsh spray instantly soaking her velvety skin. Pulling back, she peeked one vision open for a brief second before suddenly lunging forward.

;; It was over in an instant, and she was through. A brilliant smile then creased her kissers, immensely pleased with herself and her accomplishment. She took a quick glance around, settling fondly on his muscular frame. Tiara was given a vigorous shake, continuing the movement down her body until the last loose droplets had been flung from her canvas. Then she quickly made her way out of the water and over to Tribune, letting a sweet "kiss" flutter over her cheek. Only after that did she allow herself the pleasure of drinking in their surroundings.

;; The ground beneath her hooves was soft, resembling almost exactly the grass that was outside. The walls closed in on them on three sides, creating a secure, sheltered atmosphere. No words were needed, as her wondered expression spoke for itself. A few blinks proved that this indeed was again, no dream. It seemed to be a habit, thinking that such good things couldn't be quite as real as they seemed. But so far, they all had. Whatever she had done to deserve this, she had no earthly idea. All she knew, was that she happier than she had ever thought possible.

CINDERELLA
living in a fairytale

finished --
hope i got the descriptions right. xD

;; For as long as she could remember, nothing had ever truly belonged to her. It was always someone else's. And if it didn't belong to a single being, it belonged to every being. She had taken it as a way of life, accepting that she too was something to be owned. She didn't think of herself any less because of it, merely acknowledged what she thought to be the way things went. Of course, somewhere inside she had always wanted to own something. To have something that was her very own.

;; Her daydreams were cut short, movement by Tribune capturing her attentions. Brow lifted curiously, watching as he lowered himself to the ground. Flints shuffled her figure closer, mug extending to blow a warm, fond breath onto his raven locks. Lobes pricked, catching his baritones with wide-eyed surprise. Of course it wasn't a dream, but it seemed like, or even better, than one. She had happened upon a little patch of paradise, but why had he said it was all hers? Wasn't this land his, the land of the King?

;; Indigo lanterns skimmed over the surrounding area, mind trying to untangle the meaning of his words. How can it be mine? This is yours. Sopranos questioned him, limbs remaining positioned beside his resting form. Spray from the waterfall created a light mist about the entrance, and the crashing of water meeting water was almost musical. She remained in puzzled silence, patiently waiting for clarity to be given.

CINDERELLA
living in a fairytale

sorreh it's so short... >.< ick.

;; Love is a tricky subject. People have so many different and varying views on it that it can be hard for one to decide just what to believe in. And even if they do believe in one particular aspect of love, it can twist and change in the blink of an eye and toss you back onto the proverbial porch of indecision. Just when you think you have it all figured out, something happens that throws you off balance. Some say love is a feeling - it has a mind of its own and comes and goes where it wants when it wants, and the subject is at the mercy of this cruel joke. Others say it's a choice - that love isn't always there and you have to choose to love even if the romantic feelings aren't in tact. And then there's the Valentine love, depicted by a barely clothed angel baby shooting arrows into unsuspecting people - everything is fine and dandy as long as the two victims are happy.

;; With all the different opinions, who is to know just what is real and what isn't? What view is only a figment of a wistful mind? Which view is the result of pain and broken hearts? And which view describes the full measure of love? It's hard to say, and most agree it can be found only through trial and error. For the golden maiden, she didn't quite know if love was something she felt at the moment. Of course, she loved him in the friend sense, cherishing him in that sweet way of hers, but not necessarily the romantic feelings that some raved about. But she supposed that the amount of affection she held for him would be enough to last a lifetime.

;; Immersed again in her own world of thinking, she didn't catch the grimace of pain he showed, only emerging from her thoughts when he came to stand by her side. Pearly threads hung damply about her petite features, ever present smile even brighter as she received with pricked ears his words. Except, the grin soon faded in concentration, mind digesting his wise lyrics and trying to make sense of them in her much simpler thinker. As his baritones faded off, velvets parted to hang agape for a moment before quickly snapping shut, ashamed at her sudden surprise. He wasn't looking at her then, attention focused upon the wall of water before them, and for that she was grateful. Gathering herself, she attempted to speak, only to be cut off by his tones as he began speaking once more.

;; These words only proved to expand her surprise, meanwhile stirring up a clash of joy and fear. Despite her earlier pondering of love and affection, nothing could have prepared her for what he had just proposed. Conquering her speechlessness, indigo lanterns sparkled with brilliant intensity, nearly brimming with inexplicable elation. You mean you want me to be your Queen? I'd be so honored! I'd love that. Impulsively she spilled out a rush of merry tunes, pausing afterword to fully think things through. After a moment of silent contemplation, brow furrowed in a small scowl, a rather unpleasant feeling of doubt souring her newly found joy. I do hope I'm good enough. I won't disappoint you!

;; She still wasn't sure if she could compete with the image of Queen. They were always held in such reverence, spoken about so highly. Known for their wisdom, grace, kindness, and compassion. She might have possessed a small portion of those qualities, but to be one of those figures suddenly became a rather intimidating subject. Though she wasn't going to back down, not from Tribune, and not from the opportunity, she only hoped that in time, maybe, she could be like the high-esteemed ladies preceding her through history.

CINDERELLA
it started out as a feeling

i finally posted! lawl. kinda recycled, but it's done. :]