``all in good timing {Reap}

[christine emily sonnett]

Kiss my eyes

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And lay me to sleep
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The day was quiet, blue sky spreading for infinite miles overhead. A light, warm breeze swept across the terrain. Birds in ranging sizes flittered above, tweeting their little songs and what not. Christine couldn’t tell which ones were shifters like her, and which ones were just ordinary birds. She sighed at that thought; everyone knew that she wasn’t just a white-feathered dove when she shifted. She had only been able to fully shift once or twice before, but an unknown interference somehow altered her phasing mechanism when she was all of five or six.

As of right now, she was shifted as far as her body allowed – which only meant huge white wings with a span of… oh, say fourteen feet or so. It felt nice to have shifted, and yet not to be stared at. To not feel different. Chris was standing on a scarcely preserved, splintery wooden fence that cut right down the middle of the field. Her massive obscenities of wings were spread to their fullest span for balance as she placed one foot in front of the other. She’d let her caramel-blonde hair fall from its usual pony tail, so it was catching the gentle wind and whipping softly around her face.

Growing bored, Christine sighed and perched herself on a slanting post of the fence, letting her gaze sweep across the land before her, and listening to the farm horses’ whinnies behind her.

[Reap Lyve]

R . E . A . P

This time I'm mistaken...

The sun was high in the blue sky, its golden rays leaking through the leaves of the trees in the far off field. Their bark was a dark brown with rough a grizzly textures. The thick trunks extending down and burrowing beneath the ground where tall grassy stalks waved in the warm breeze of summer, and atop one of these branches a young man sat. His back was against the main trunk, the rest of his body sprawled over the branch, watching the equines below. He wondered if any of them were like him as well. A smile crept over his face and he tilted his head back so the pleasantly warm breeze could kiss his smooth skin as it rustled his bangs. His chocolate orbs closed as he enjoyed the feeling. He wished the weather was this nice year-round.

Hey now, what was this? His attention caught on a young woman who looked to be in her mid-teens. But she had very large white wings protruding from her elegant body. The male’s own figure slumped forward as he watched her. She was standing just in front of this field where the other equines stood grazing. How had he missed her coming in? A grin spread over his face as reached up, wrapping his ringed fingers around the branch above him. He hauled himself to a standing position on the branch and jumped, almost diving off.

Midair he transformed smoothly as if there had been a portal he’d jumped into, a black stallion appearing on the opposite side. The stallion’s hooves hit the ground roughly, thumping heavily against the hard dirt below. It’d been a higher jump than he’d thought. That would have hurt if he’d been in his human form. The black equine’s dome flicked back toward his body, moving his fetlock out of the way, revealing a white star on his forehead. The brute’s long pillars carried him smoothly forward in an extended trot, soft beats echoing through the blades of grass. He passed the few other horses in the field, watching from the corner of his eye as the chestnut raised her head, the gray pricked her ears and painted gelding spooked, flaring his nostrils and carrying himself a few paces away from the stranger. No, he was nothing like these horses. His tail was held high as was his neck as his three socked and one not legs stopped their two-beat churning and slowed to a walk, bringing themselves to a halt shortly behind the winged female. And there the massive stallion sat, awaiting the fae’s reaction.

... For handing you a heart worth breakin'

[christine emily sonnett]

Kiss my eyes

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And lay me to sleep
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[/I] Christine
thought vaguely, though she threw a careless glance over
her shoulder all the more. Huh… Oh, hold the phone!
Oh! Damn it! She froze for a split second, then, eyes
wide, turned slowly. She somewhat hoped that there would
be nothing there, that her eyes had been playing a trick on
her a second before. But when her fearful gaze fell upon a rather
large, dark figure situated only a few feet clear of her fence,
she was beside herself in fright. Startled, she gave a high-pitched
shriek and all but fell off of the fence in a flurry of flailing
limbs. Somehow, Chris managed to land on her feet, however
rather ungracefully. Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet when
she gathered herself into a more composed posture, only to
realize that dark figure was but a horse.

A very big horse at that. Well, now that she looked closer,
Christine noted that this creature was a beautiful black stallion,
much too large to be a local horse on the farm. He must
be a race horse or something, Chris thought absentmindedly.
The stallion seemed friendly enough; he didn’t express any sort
of aggression. And so, no longer intimidated by the horse’s size,
she approached him slowly, her hand outstretched in a forthcoming
gesture. Christine just adored horses; they had such beautiful bodies,
carry themselves with such lovely fluid motions – she just about
envied them. “Hi there,” she murmured, letting her gentle
fingers touch his muzzle. She made no sudden movements, in the
case that she could spook him and he would find her bothersome
or something rather. Christine smiled, stroking the horse’s cheek.

She sighed absently, talking more to herself than the magnificent
beast that stood before her. “You’re lucky you know… That you
don’t have to worry about people, and society and what not. Men
can be so mean at times…” A moment passed before sanity and
common sense kicked in. No wonder the dang thing looked so much
different than the other horses! That scarlet tint returned to her face
again. She peered again at the black stallion, eyeing it warily.
Feeling silly and yet again utmost embarrassed, she drew
back, diffidently shying away from what she only just now realized
would most likely turn out to be an equine shifter. [/ul][/font][/size]

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This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
This is what I brought,
You may forget me!

[Reap Lyve]

R . E . A . P

This time I'm mistaken...

Reap's nostrils flared and he snorted in the best laugh he could have mustered up while shifted into his horse form. Mission 'scare the girl' accomplished. He shook his dome to rid his face of flies as he waited for the girl to calm down and realize the figure before her was 'just a horse'. He lowered his nose to her to sniff her as she reached her hand out to stroke his cheek, his neck arching gracefully, ears pricked forward. He wondered how long it would take for her to figure out that he wasn't just a horse. He knew he stood out from the ragged farm horses and he had a look in his eyes that was far more knowing than any simple horse.

His ears flicked back and forth as his banner lashed out at the flies surrounding his hide, his shoulder twitching as their tiny feet landed and tickled his skin. He pinned his ears as she called men mean, taking a joking offense to it. Then the rosy shade crept over her pretty face as she began to dawn on the truth. His dome flew up and a shrill whinny, as he laughed. He wasn't laughing to be mean; he simply found this very amusing.

He flicked his tail before pushing his chest up in the air, his hooves following as he reared slightly. At the peak of the rear he began to change, shifting back into his human form. His long bangs framed his smooth and pale face. His Asian features were apparent around his chocolate eyes. His clothes whittled out of the black fur and encased his body again - jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt. The silver lip ring glistened on his lower lip.

“Now who are these men that are so darn mean, miss?” The nineteen year olds lips curved up into a grin as he watched her, crossing his now human arms. “You seem surprised, not expecting another shifter? Those are some pretty wings, by the way.”

... For handing you a heart worth breakin'

[christine emily sonnett]

Kiss my eyes

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And lay me to sleep
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[/I][/b] he said.
”Not expecting another shifter?” He asked it in a
light tone, but to Christine’s extreme embarrassment, it didn’t
help calm her agitation and alarm in the least. Trying to be more
confident, she pivoted her body to face him with only a slight
hesitation. She hadn’t spoken yet, and he hadn’t scared/pissed
her off yet – or at least up until his last brusque comment regarding
the wings. Chris frowned at that. She had forgotten they were
still in clear view, and now that she had recalled, she was actually
surprised that the equis shifter hadn’t made a more of a snide
remark like most people did. Even so, she shied away from
the comment.

Slowly, the large feathered oddities withered away, vanishing
through the two slits that were hemmed into the back of her
white sweatshirt. She didn’t like to be seen with those wings.
They were different; too big to be a true bird’s, and too unnatural
to be human. Having them made her feel different, made her
feel as if she never belonged.

A single dove-white feather fluttered to the ground at her feet,
the only evidence that she’d been flaunting those strange things
a just a minute before. Christine glanced at it for a moment, then
timidly up at the man again. All she managed to say was a quiet, “Oh…
Thanks.” In truth, she was damnright timorous of this strange
man, as she was with every unfamiliar individual. Chris didn’t
do well with strangers. She wasn’t strong on physical terms, nor
was she strong on social terms, and she knew it.
If he didn’t know it already, he would soon. [/ul][/font][/size]

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This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
This is what I brought,
You may forget me!