]entrance[ -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

Second & tiers qui font prime musique
Sera par Roy en honneur sublimee,
Par grance & maigre presque demy eticque
Raport de Venus faux rendra deprimee.

niveous steed imposed himself on the blanketed terra. a low whichker sounded his presence should his senses have failed in their duties to alert him to the ubiety of another equine. polisehd flints reflected nigrescence against the white of snow and the ivory hue of his hide, lightly peppered with the remnants of crystalline flakes shimmering in refracted sunlight.
Ra beamed his apparition, and grced the stallion's dermis with His illuminating rays. small crescents of regular interbal deflowered the snow in his wake, creating a decidedly artful effect.
Foreleg was raised above the earth and stretched forward and down on a diagonal incline, where languidly the forefoot hesitates above the creamy texture the earth has assumed during freezing months of preservation before asserting itself carefully, if firmly, into the frozen earth. great bulk leant forward then and swung back with ewual velocity onto three affixed stilts before settling forward into the snug placement of his extremity. his step mimicked itself, differentiating with the replacement of limbs.
with incongruity and his shuffling dance the canescent creature advanced into the valley of evil. Pate was held high atop extended boa and mug tipped quirkily into the winter breeze.
eind rippled his lactescnt pelt as it rolled over him, bringing mingled scents of other equid hereness. nostrils flared revealing coral-hued lining as brujo metabolizes the tainted air in a series of broken inhalations.
auditives swivel in slow circles atop his sculpted arabian crania, like radat, they honed in on all distinct sounds; from the pitch change in the whistle of the winds lamenting wail to a distant crunching of snow beneath stygian hooves. listeners instinctively omit the sounds of his own feet and form. the beating of his heart is a bacground drumbeat of a floutists composition, and the rustle of his blonding mane was but the unrecognisable ruffle of an instrumentalists fine cloth shirt. sounds that merely served to assure him that he sat neatly in his rows. in the proper place and not out of section, so as to disturb the beatiful harmonies of the orchestra.
Pallet reflected quiet reserve, if any intelligible setting, and persona defied logic in chameleonesc array of intensity. each present emotion stole possession of his physicality for only fractions of a sadisticly brief second before being overthrown by yet another incomprehensible reflection of his hectic psyche.
milky blue iris floated placidly over blank pools. occulis presented a barrier of absorbancy. an osmosis of images pressing themselves through, but neglected to reflect themselves once more upon the surface of his occular sensory an odd quality unshakably prevaded his eyes. in one was a question; presented in all it's complexity. and the twin oracle was right there, openly portraying the answer.
in complete mockery of his marmoreal jacket an overpowering nigrescence pervaded the steed. and all-encompassing depth exuded anguish, fury and malice to comsume every other colour of the masterful combination of emotivity and presided throughout all fluctuation.
one final detail confirms all suspicions and doubt. a single lock of bleached mane falls unbidden and unchallenged into the perturbing mascu's line of vision, which at the moment rested upon the empty sky and drab accumulation of vapour whose formation played tricks with the mind. after two, three ehartbeats the lock remained. and the brute continued to stare blankly ahead. failing to accompany the piqued interests of his nose and ears as they explored the unfamiliar terrain with intent.

he was blind.

Second and third which make prime music
By the King to be sublimated in honor:
Through the fat and the thin almost emaciated,
By the false report of Venus to be debased.

it was with a sublime grace and certainty that the ebony and steel hued femme fatale danced forward, a greeting prepared to be offered to the male, newly arrived to the lands of evil valley. but she slid to a stop, not awkwardly, but abruptly, as her gaze met his, in her customary definat yet direct manner. his eyes were as blue as the azure sky on a gentle summers day, but in a rather sickly way. not at all like goblin's bluer then blue, beautiful eyes. no, there was something wrong about his eyes... she forced herself not to stare, but she knew in the back of her mind it would make no difference to him. she could see it in the way he moved that he had adapted quite well to his lack of visionary skills. she couldn't help but ponder why he was blind though. was he born that way? or had he lost in through a disease, through an accident? but, even in her 'direct manner' she was too polite to out rightly ask him. more because it was cutomary then because it was required, her pate tipped towards the earth, and still her zenith never left its lofty elevation. she was dominant by nature, and that would never change. but it's not like he can tell, can he? it seemed that same thought was constantly running through her mind. she paused for only a second, before offering her first words to him.

"salutations, stranger. i am aerial, how do you do?"

it was with that introduction that she realized how different these lands were from the thirtenth dimension. there she would have followed up the giving of her name with her rank and the birds she flew with. oh, her beloved eagles, how she missed them. things were so different her... a weary sigh crossed her lips, as her attention was diverted to the alabaster male before her, in hopes of a distraction, to chase away the pain that troubled her broken heart.

a e r i a l
mouthful of poison

Second & tiers qui font prime musique

Sera par Roy en honneur sublimee,

Par grance & maigre presque demy eticque

Raport de Venus faux rendra deprimee.

niveous steed swivells auditives in direction of the voice. far from shocking him the unexpected presence merely brought about the focus of his radar listeners. blandly he twitched his muzzle from the wind current in which it rested and aligned it with his ears. absorbing the scent of the unfamiliar he consequently forced upon her the whole of his sightless stare. imprisoned irises held blankly onto some point upon the mare's body, and being accustomed to such not seeing it didn't occur to him to worry about whether or not it was her own pools that he met.
with the polite manner the strangers adopted upon first wandering into their new terra he strung together a cordial reply.
however the words that touched his lips were not those he had planned. they caused his glassy-eyed stare to become focused, direct. the milky blue to become opaque, palpable almost. oblivious to this fact he marched through the small pronunciation lightly. but the tone was twisted and weighed heavily upon the air, slowly, gluttonously absorbing what they touched. tainted speech erupted his larynx, in neither the language nor the directness predecided by the speaker;

De Castillon figuieres iour de brune,
De femme infame naistra souuerain Prince:
Surnom de chausses perhume luy posthume,
Onc Roy ne fut si pire en sa prouince.

setting himself back, more comfortably within his setting the lactescent mascu tipped his auds once in reneggation of his turn for speech. he carefully calculated what he could so far. his deftly analysation of her perfume rested in his mind, so charged by the heightned sense that her taste washed his mug. he atentively responded to each of her movements -- from the swishing of a tail, to the crunching as snow gave way beneath her weight. details that she probably was not aware of herself. all without budging his impassable ooids. he would like to know what she looked like. already he could sense a fluctuation in her attitude through the alternate balance of acidity within her tangent fragrance. he trusted his nose, and did not for a single second waver that he may need a visual verification to confirm his susipcion. but he gaurded himself from asking the questions the blind are most usually excused to ask. were it not impolite he would already have bent nearer to feel the texture of her dermis against his own. already he would have mapped the curves of her whithers and flanks, gathered himself a black and white sketch of her appearance. for at the moment he was - literally - in the dark.

English:In the fortress of malice on a misty day
A sovereign prince will be born of an infamous woman:
Surname of breeches on the ground will make him posthumous,
Never was there a King so very bad in his province.

Second and third which make prime music

By the King to be sublimated in honor:

Through the fat and the thin almost emaciated,

By the false report of Venus to be debased.

i can't stand my laughter as they cry
my soul brings tears to angelic eyes

confusion seeped in to her pools of vision as the odd words flowed forth from the male. what did they mean? she did not speak in the tongue that he spoke in, and yet the meaning of the words was clearly imprinted in her mind. for some queer reason or another, she understood. she got it, she knew what it all meant. more then a little shocked, she stumbled to regain her composure and straighten out. but what do you say after something like that? her pate dipped slighly, uncertainty resting on her heavily, dancing on her svelte frame. a large part of her wanted to stay and converse with him, so intrigued she found herself to be. and yet, at the same time, she hated the certainty of the message he'd given her. unconsciously she stepped forth, and she was startled to feel her plush dial brush his should gently, a warm breath passing from her crescents, to blow against his skin. completely thrown off by everything that had happened in the last couple of seconds, she tipped her pate once more, and began to move away from him, mumbling words of thanks and good-bye. a million thoughts raced through her mind, none of which she could clearly understand, and half of which she knew she didn't want to understand.

a e r i a l
mouthful of poison