Sleeping To Dream

[Summer's Eve]

And I
I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you and feeling like a lost little girl in a brand new town
I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes
And they all fall down.

And as I lay me down tonight
I close my eyes
What, what a beautiful sight

Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so tired
Of having to live without you
But I don't mind
Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired


The angels drift ahead,watching over all below them and keeping them safe as best as they can. They walk amoung their sparkling kingdom of heaven,watching and waiting. They sing,they cry,and they little but so much. As for the ones that are righteous and true upon earth,the angels bless them. For one,other than the rest,she walks without purpose upon the island where so many had flocked before her. No,she was no perfect seraph that claimed herself a fallen grace from above. She was little more than a mare,mortal and unique. She trod on through the lands,as silent as a grave and moving like mist. This newcomer was searching for something,for someone. Yet she did not know what. So she stepped into the lands that her heart lead her hooves to,and looked about with dull curiousity. Where was she?

This mysterious mistress moved into the stretching fields of snow covered secrets. She saw others,scattered about alone or with another. Apparently,this was the land where mares such as herself came to get claimed by a worthy stallion that lead a fair herd. Watching as a few of the other loners walked off with new leaders,she wondered if any had noticed her yet. Perking her harks,she listened to the calls that some of her fellows made in hopes to attract the attention of the steeds that wandered in and our of these fields in search for new members. She was given the chance yet to judge any of the herd commanders,but hoped she would soon. It was cold and lonely out here,and she didn't plan on staying on her own for the rest of the winter. It was riskey and out right stupid. Just as she began to ponder what a dark brute might do her if her caught her alone,her belly rumbled in hunger. So,she lowered her kissers and began to snuffle through the snow for a few bites of wilted grass. Or,something to ease her growing hunger pain.

I found myself in the riches
Your eyes, your lips, your hair and you were everywhere
I woke up in the ditches, I hit the light and I thought you might be here
But you were nowhere (you were nowhere)
Well You were nowhere

And as I lay me back to sleep
Lord I pray that I can keep

Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so tired
Of having to live without you
But I don't mind
Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

"There's no food around here. Ah well,I guess I can wait."
The grumbled words slipped from the czaress's jowls after she had raised them from the snow with no bits of grass. Heaving a sigh,she moved her ruby bodice a few feet from where she had been searching to another area she felt comfortable in. Somehow,she didn't feel threatened or vunerable,even though she was a big chestnut mare in the middle of an ivory scene. Shoot,she stuck out like a sore thumb. Raising her tiara a bit,she smiled in amusement at her own joke. Not many lights seemed to be left within these fields. So,did that make her special? Laughing merrily,she began to prance about in tight circles. Why,I guess she was.

The fun lasted loner,as she began to buck and squeel while playing in the snow. The crystaline flakes still fell,and the crimson robin frolicked about like a filly. Then,a small sound was caught in her alert audios,and she stopped immedietly. Looking about,there seemed no one near by. That is,besides the trees. Gaze lingered upon the small group of willows about fifty yards away,and suddenly tension took her frame. Muscles bunched up and tightened,ready to spring away if danger pounced forth. Fearfully,she parted her kissers and spoke in a shakey tone.

"Hello!? Is anyone there?"

When no answer came soon enough,the maiden remembered that she did not like winter. So,falling into a weary state,she watched the tree line closely and sulked. Stupid winter and the cold. Why couldn't it be her season? Why couldn't the world just hurry up and make it summer? You might woner why she calls it her season. Well,because she is named from it. I guess you now know her as..

Summer's Eve.

It's just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night
Oh just a lullabye to keep from crying myself to sleep
Oh just a, just oh, just a little lullabye,

Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so tired
Of having to live without you
And I'm so tired

Sleeping to dream about you
And I'm so tired
Of having to live without you
But I don't mind
Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

Well I'm so, I'm tired
I'm falling, I'm so tired, I'm so tired

[Kujo]

A safe position - a back against the wall
A simple shrug to shrug the questions off
When there's no action, there's no reaction
Curb the dead, avert the consequence
So if no one moves, and no one speaks a word
We could act OK

Kujo didn’t mean to seem so creepy about it; his slouched frame had hunkered down in the shade of a billion willow trees that lined Farlow Fields. Gaze flew over the winter landscape, watching the mare’s in silence. But on in particular caught his eye: a ruby hued thing. She seemed to be enjoying herself, even with no one else around.
As far as she knew, that was.
She entertained him, really, in the time she cavorted over the pale ground. The smallest of smiles may have sifted the line of his muzzle for an instant, but than she stopped, and turned towards the trees that he huddled beside.
Like she knew he was there.
The stallion straightened up immediately, auds pricking forward at the sound of her voice. He was almost immediately allured, tempted to step out from the cover of trees. Brave really: with the snow out there, was comparably warm and dry under here. But this garnet colored femme charmed him, even from a distance.

(We must standstill - we must honor the stalemate)
And we must slumber . . . have we ever been awake?
Have we done a thing?
When summer's over will we dream of spring?
Safety can be disabling
A crippled history as an absentee

He gave up his security after a split second deliberation. Long limbs stretched out from underneath the shadows, his own dark chestnut hide sticking out harshly; although the blend of the almost-red toned brown and the swirling white was divine. His almost-delicate skull lifted, gaze meeting hers as he strode closer.
“No one but I…”
Kujo spoke softly, dark toned maw lifting. She was, he realized, taller than him.
Oh deary. Kujo, this is not the time to get sensitive about your pocket-size height!
But really the genes that gave him that 15 hand frame also gave him the lovely - albeit, slightly feminine - Arabian appearance.
“I’m sorry if I frightened you, kitten. I am Kujo, King of the Darks.”
Just when you thought he was getting sweet, he had to go and drop that bomb. Although, he quietly admitted that ‘Kujo, King of the Darks’ had a nice ring to it.
Something to do with the imagery of a vicious dog cornering some people in a car.

But he wasn't acting as you would picture darks to. He was placid and quiet, speaking only those two short sentences before falling into a hush. Nothing about him seemed particularly dark at first glance.
We all know, though, that first impressions can be dangerously misleading.

A safe position - turn off the phone
Hang the blankets over the windows
Cause if no one's home, then there's no one responsible
There's no response for disappointed eyes
To see through you - well, they can't see you anymore
(We must standstill - we must honor the stalemate)
Until we're pawned off . . . have we ever been present?
Are we too past tense?
When summer's over will we face autumn?
Safety is disabling
A crippled history
Crippled history
A crippled history

[Summer's Eve]

Spring had finally blessed Naikou Island,giving a small ammount of warmth to the chill that winter had placed upon every inch of the empire. So many lights and neutrals had faded into the shadows,afraid to crawl forth lest they be struck down. Now,though,came a new hope as the green began to tint the vegetation and the light poured from the heavens once more. Darkness still reigned,strong and true,but life was returning to the harems and the thought of foals was becoming reality. Yet with all this commotion and bustle as the population began to stir,a fearful fae stood before the Dark King. Facade stricken,and limbs cemented to the earth with a agonizing stillness. She needed release,but the poor dove was trapped by the buff falcon.

Staring at the brute with eyes big and blue,light fatale knew she had no escape. Though gentle as silk,Kujo was still the King of all things evil and he was sure to hold a deadly strike if he wished it. So,Summer's Eve stood before him like a doe before headlights,knowing that if he did not kill her,then only pain would follow the days following this one. All the while she stood,his gaze was set like stone upon her,and she wondered if His Majesty wished a reply. When his stillness of tongue showed that she too must speak words of alias and rank,kissers parted hestitantly and tones slipped forth. Oh how they shook and how she stuttered in a haste to say anything the czar wished. Her life depended on what she said and did,and so far she had barely done anything but stare.

"I am S-Summer's E-e-eve,and I am a l-lone l-l-light m-ma-are."

There,poor little crimson robin had set herself to the slaughter. She didn't know why she of all the other faes was one to deserve torture or death,but if fate dealt her a cruel hand,then so be it. Summer's Eve was atleast happy to see the rising of spring,and treasured the idea that summer would one day come. Hopefully,her corpse would not be rotting in the sun when her season came about. With weary eyes,the maiden straightened herself to show rebellion to anything Kujo was to push upon her. If it be chains of slavery,then atleast she lived and might have a chance to make up a way of escape. If it be death,then atleast she would not have to fight against the ascending evil that Naikou Island was letting upon itself. If it be-wait...what was she saying? Why would she just fight back now? Snorting roughly,front left talon reached out and then struck the muddy turf with a loud thud! A scream of defiance left her rumbling vocal pipes.

Thick tendrils of blood hue waved about in the warm spring breeze that passed over the Dark King and the long light damsel. Summer's Eve wasn't going down easy,and the snap of her whipcords showed how annoyed and ready for battle she was. Though her past had little fighting expeirence,she was ready to take one whomever wished to challenge her freedom. Burried under the fury was fear,blood-chilling and ready for her to drop dead fear. Kujo was small for a stallion,but he was only about the same height as the 'ess he stood before. What was he thinking? Did the lust for the ruby life liquid build within him,and dominant any temporary insanity the blessed hearted dancer might have? She should have run when she had the chance,gone to a light kingdom instead of coming here. But her choice was this,and her fate was the Dark King's decsion.

[Kujo]

Kujo was rather unperturbed at the mare’s outburst, although when she screamed and threw her weight into the ground he flinched and jerked his willowy frame away. Despite the tough guy attitude attempted to give off, deep down he hated violence.

The dark chestnut stallion snapped his jaws at the mare, although the burst of rage was half directed at himself. He was so pathetic sometimes; he really couldn’t stand himself right about now.
“Listen, Summer,” Kujo rumbled irately. “I haven’t done anything to you. I haven’t touched you, haven’t acted like I was going to hurt you, or anything like that. There is no reason for you little outbursts. There is nothing for you to be afraid of.”Okay, that was a slight exaggeration, considering the fact that he was half-growling, and watching her with a gaze that was vehemence mixed with...hunger? Oh deary me.

Almost immediately Kujo’s toned changed. His limbs stretched out above the ground in slow strides, carrying his angular frame little by little closer to the crimson vix. Hunger ate up most of the fury in his gaze, but it softened him slightly, taking away some of the harsh lines of his face, etched in by years of everlasting exhaustion.
“Light, hmm? Guess you’d be completely unwilling to come with me-”
Wait, wasn’t she supposed to not be afraid of you?
Throughout the time he had been talking Kujo had been inching closer to the mare, and now stood within easy striking distance of her hooves or teeth – of course, that also meant he could grab her in a second if he wanted to.
And if that grin floating to the surface of his muzzle was any sign, he wanted to.