; a river flows in you. (open)

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snyper

A river flows in you.

It was a generally known fact; Your heart could only pump so much blood through your body before it overloaded. Eventually, it would stop, and you would drop dead, left to your own death, or it would burst, calling for an instant death. In your opinion, it was a gruesome, ill-fated way to die. In Snyper's opinion, it was the easiest way to kill yourself. Why risk the chance of jumping off a cliff? You'd actually have a small inkling of hope that you'd live, that someone would find you. No. If your heart exploded from the inside out, you'd have no hope. It was a perfect idea for the poor buckskin outcast. Considering, he'd been suicidal before, but this was real. He wanted to do it. You could almost feel the muffled cries that were forced off with a strangling note - he tried to sob, but it's gasping breaths, trying to draw in oxygen to replenish his lungs made the cries sound weak, sound so desolate.

Black ice made the ravine he traveled up a deadly path, twisting, winding. He scrabbled to keep his feet, not even realizing that he along with his heart beating much too fast for his moderately small frame, he had already been boosted into the first effects of survival mode; shivering. There wasn't any snow that engulfed the poor brute; however, the wind pushed at him, desperately attempting to set him off his destined course. It was icy, chilling, making his heaving breaths appear as a thick cloud of steam, huffing from bloodied nares. Sweat clung to his buttermilk coat, but even that began to become icy, freezing to him, weighing him down. Sapphire glints, when you used to look at them possessed an attractive, handsome quality, almost masking his troubled expressions. No longer. Now, they were wide, fear radiating from the gray, clouded film of salty tears. Once beautiful and mysterious were red rimmed and swollen, squinted, crystal tinted sclera surrounding them, giving off an obvious sense of fear.

His breaths began to come irregular, but not in the reason you would think. In fact, he was baffled by the auto-pilot response that he had started. "Mom! Mom, please, I'm sorry!" It had been a while since he'd sunk down to this hysterical level. Never before had he done this. Never. "M-" He had started, his voice crackling, scratched, well-worn, "Please, I'm so sorry, come back! Please!!" He would have continued, but his voice yet again broke off, and his sobs were renewed, tears flooding down his cheeks, carrying down a stream of blood - yes. He'd reverted back to this as well. Slamming his dished crown into the serrated edges of the Lake's caves had surrounded his right eye in blood, much like it had when he was a newborn. A few more slams had rendered his right eyes useless for now; no, he wasn't blind, and it wouldn't do permanent damage, aside from a few scars, but his eye was inflamed from the self-inflicted damage, leaving him with a helpless-ness. He could remember; he'd been so remorseful when he'd returned to the Lake, after making a trip to Hollow Woods, seeing Shadrik and Emira together. There wasn't any doubt about their feelings then. He'd tried to hide away, but when the darkened moon shone through outlets in the cave, he didn't want to see himself any longer, and so he proceeded to try and slay himself, but his mask was all that resulted. "Mom, I didn't mean anything, I didn't mean it! Just come back! She made me do it!" She? You might question. Yes, she. She made him forget his mother's memories. He was trying, and failing, to get them back.

The territory underneath his stockinged limbs was unfamiliar; he'd never run across it before, but that irrelevant thought didn't matter. He knew where he wanted to go; the time didn't matter. The skies were blackened, and no stars lit the back light. He was wrapped in a cloak of a bleak nature. It's like everything in the world knew his fate - they wouldn't stop him from this metaphoric downhill fall. "Why are you doing this to me, Mom?! Why can't you come back here!" Of course, he knew the reason; his mind just wouldn't allow him to believe it. Why, he hadn't even seen his mother's body in the Breeding Grounds - therefore, she must be alive! We all know why that was. Africa had decomposed before Snyper could see her. Suddenly, the ground beneath Snyper's stressed, bleeding limbs gave way, the soft ice crashing, and he was submerged into a pit of freezing ice water. Screams were wrenched from the mangled colt; he thought he was burning. The feeling was unbearable. He thrashed and thrashed, wedging himself deeper into his future grave. His body fishtailed, and more screams were being brought up from his gnarled throat, until he was just making utterly humiliating faces; his voice had given out completely, only piping in with little shrieks. More bleeding tears fell from his damaged eyes, talons reaching for anything, so he could continue to the top of the mountain, where he'd ultimately make his escape from the world. It might seem foolish to think you could jump off the side of a mountain and fly in the heavens - try telling that to Snyper.

He never gave up the urge to struggle, and so he kept squirming underneath the ice's thick surface, continuing to sob. Why had he believed Emira? She said that she'd always be with him! And that he could forget about his mother. With a tone sounding so eery, no longer boyish, nor mysterious - no, it took on a strange, masculine tone, Snyper unleashed a tortured scream. His voice one that had been used far too often. It didn't echo; he was too far up for it to have any effect, but he still struggled, freezing waters splashing up into his facade, adding to his delirium. It hurt you to see such a sight. He almost had to wonder if his heart had exploded, but when he grew quiet, aside from the heaving thuds of his lungs trying to function, he heard nothing. He was.. alone. Gasping in a large breath, the battered colt began to sob again, finally submitting to the icy waters, his body convulsing, trying to remain warm.

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[steph]

[glow=blue,2,300]Shadrik[/glow]

I need someone to save me...

The weather in Midnight Acres had changed extremely fast. Faster then those who resided here had ever expected. A mere week ago fall had brought cool breeze's and mild thunder storms, the grass had still been green and the floors covered with dead leaves. But now it was like a totally different world. Overnight there had been a huge snow storm it was easily categorized as a blizzard. It was freezing out and the fierce wind made it seem 10 below and every so often there where small flurries of heavy snow. The once green grass was now being suffocated by at least three feet of snow, and below the snow where thick patches of ice made from the frost before. Yet through the night I travled. My mind was restless and I needed a quite place to think.

Finally it seemed as though things between Emira and I where normal. We had both just misunderstood each other and now that our problems where solved- well for now at least- I felt 100 pounds lighter. Things with Chaos and I where well I didn't really know what they where. But heck I had my love back and my daughter what more could I want? Snyper dead Hell that was exactly what I wanted. The thought of the buckskin mutt caused my blood to boil, he had caused so many problems in my life I would be suprised if I could count them all. My mind brought me back to the day that I had first meet the little fucker. I was just a year old when I had laid eyes on the foal that had caused Emira so much pain. I had wanted to battle him right there but Emira wouldn't have it and I couldn't ignore the plee in her voice. That was my first mistake. I should have killed him right there and then. God knows the world wouldn't miss him. Hell he would finally be with his mother. That irked me the fact that after all the misery he caused in the end he would be happily by his mothers side. Gloating and probably still chasing after my love.

My pillars began to slip underneath me as I climbed a steep hill. Lowering my boa I through all of my weight forward. I knew that if I feel my chances of getting back up would be slim. After a few tries I made it past the icy patch and stood for a few moments my sides heaving from the effort. My skewbald pelt was covered with snow luckily I had worked up enough of a sweat that it wasn't sticking. Blinking my eyes I peered through the slate of darkness, this was not a smart move. I couldn't see anything besides what was right in front of my face. Why I had decided to come to the mountains was beyond me. But I wouldn't be able to travel back down until day break I would have to find some cave to call home for the night. Emira wouldn't be to happy I had told her that I would only be gone for a few hours but it was what it was. I just hoped that she wouldn't come to find me. A shiver ran through my arabian frame as my temperature began to drop from standing still. Shaking the snow from my coat I leaped forward and begin once again to gallop up the treturious slope.

Once again my pillars began to slip but this time it wast going to be so easy getting back up. My front pillar buckled underneath me and hit a sharp stone beneath this snow. A high pitched alarm riped through my bodice. I could feel the cold snow against my now exposed muscles. My leg began to tremble from the wound but I pushed the pain aside I needed to stand up. My survival instincts begin to kick in and with a surge of power I made it to a small landing. It took a few minutes for my body to recover from the adrenaline rush and when I could see clearly I took a look at my knee. Shit. I was pretty sure that the white object underneath all the blood wasn't snow but a bone. I licked the wound and as my tongue entered my thoughts where confirmed. Sure enough the rock had sliced through to my bone. This would make my movements a lot harder. Picking up my pillar I placed it back on the ground, at least for now I still had most of my movement.

The next hour up the side of the mountain was agonizing. Each step caused pain to rip through my body and I wanted to just stop and lie down but I knew that that could only lead to my death. I couldn't die not when everything between Emira and I was ok not when I had Freya at home waiting for me. I needed to live for them. Heck I wasn't ready to die. Once again my mind travled to the buckskin colt, well stallion now. Odd wasn't it that I was thinking I was going to die and I thought of my enemy? But nevertheless that's who came to me. I didn't understand how he wanted to die, and for the first time in my life I began to feel sorry for him. I couldn't imagine having nothing in the world to live for. I had so many equines who I knew cared about me it was hard to count. Yet again I began to somewhat understand how he would want to die. His life was full of loneliness and I had been the reason for that. After all I had taken Emira away from him. Hadn't I?

A suttle scream reached my thorns and my attitude completely changed. I snapped my boa and arched it in a way that only pure arabian could. I pawed the ground with my uninjured pillar, and snorted. I pricked my thorns forward and honed in on the words that the creature uttered. Mom?! Why can't you come back? I knew that voice from any other. It was that of Snyper's and once again he was pleading for his mother. Any sympathy I had for the buckskin was overtaken my anger. Just his voice caused my anger to rise. It seemed as though when I wasn't around him I could be sorry for him but when I saw, smelt or herd him I became thirsty for his tainted blood. I continued forward at a fast canter and after a short time I could see the outline of my enimie. Raising my nares to the sky I could smell his blood. Clearly the mutt was injured. Its a perfect time to kill him. No one would ever know.

[/u] Oh I wanted to so bad but I couldn't I knew that it would hurt Emira. Plus the knowledge that he was suffering was much more satisfying to me then knowing he was at his mothers side. I turned my back on the wailing equine, I was tired and needed to find shelter soon.

I hadn't even travled five feet when a deafening crack echoed through the thin air of the mountains. Spinning on my haunches I raced back to the ledge where I could see Snyper. The sight that reached my deep green eyes caused them to shine with joy. Snyper had fallen through thin ice and was desperately trying to save himself. A deep rolling laughter was emitted from my chest, I had become devil like as I descended to the edge of the ice. I stood a few feet away from Snyper and a twisted smirk was plastered on my white maw. My orbs locked onto his and the emotion held in them couldn't be more different. Snyper's held fright and sadness mine held blackness like the one he would soon be entering for there was no way he would be able to come out of the lake. I watched for another minute or so as the buckskin struggled to stay above water, " Whats the matter Snyper. Is your mommy not here to save you." I paced in front of him. I was just getting started. Oh that's right she's not because you killed her. How does it feel to know that your mother died because of you? She carried you for months and you repay her by ending her life." I leaned in as close as I could. " That's not how she would have raised you, or would it have been?" Once again I paused and acted as if I was thinking. But the truth was that there where millions of words flooding my mind. It was hard to choose which ones would be the most effective."Tell me Snyper what was your mommy like? Oh thats right you don't know cuz you never saw her. Her body decade before you could even see her."I paused as yet again I saw him gasp for breath. "Why are you trying so hard to live Snyper. I thought that you wanted to die?" I looked around us as if I was looking for something or someone. " Looks like your wish has fianaly been granted mutt."Yet another laugh esacped my body. And its manner macthed that of the first.

My mood changed as Snyper's scream echoed off my ear drums. It was like nothing that I had ever herd before, the scream of a creature's wil to live. I snaped back into my usual self, the demoned seemed to have left my body. But still I loved the sight before me. I mean who wouldn't love to see ther enimie gaspin for every breath that they took? I was sure even the lightest light would enjoy that scene. Something pulled inside me. "Shit" It wasn't ment for Snyper merely my words of frustration. Stepping carefullly onto the ice I reached out and grabbed Snyper by his mane. Throwing all my weigh back I slowly begain to pull the pathtic creature from death. It took what seemed like days for me to get the buckskinto he snow coverd ground. But I did it. I saved him. But why I didn't know? And I couldn't really think of why for I was begining to fade out of consiousness. I had lost to much blood and was begining to get hypothermia. I moaned in pain, I wanted to be taken out of my misery.
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Emira where are you...!!!!!
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{ E M I R A

- I'm here now my love

The days were getting shorter by the moment and soon snow was everywhere. I wasn’t sad that I had chosen to stay with Shadrik, everything seemed to fall in place now – the puzzle was finally solved; but still there was that nagging feeling, that the promises I made to Snyper had been broken. I lowered my bay muzzle to the ground sniffing at the cold frozen liquid – my stomach grumbled – and I knew it was time to find some food. Duo colored crown twisted to the right to let out a whinny for my precious baby; and soon enough her little skewbald body appeared from a snow stack. I giggled as she shook her head and sprang forward to join me in my search, and as soon as she was in reach, I reached out and licked her cold frame free of the snow. We searched for a few minutes for some eat-able grass and luckily it didn’t take us much longer than that to find some still delicious grass – by now my filly was eating grass yet she still suckled as much as she could, especially when she was feeling upset, scared or in other ways in need of the safety of mom’s body.

After around ten or fifteen minutes of grazing I raised my head to sniff at the different breezes razing over the Hollow Woods trying to catch my lover’s scent – where on earth was he? The day was soon coming to an end and he had promised to be back within a few hours; and that was morning when he had promised that. I couldn’t bare if anything happened to him now that we were finally together and happy, he held my heart and I his and I wasn’t about to let that go – so if he thought that he could just disappear! I felt the anger rising in my bodice but somewhere I knew that it was just trying to cover my worry for him. I gently nudged Freya before setting off in a quick canter – still making sure the little filly could keep up – towards the ‘inner circle’ of the woods in search for my mother. It didn’t take long to find the fiery queen who was by now heavily pregnant with her next foal – and somewhere the sight dazzled me slightly; I remembered being the one grazing beside her as her little girl, with Intrepid to play with and new adventures each day – those were the easy days and I had always just nodded my head and gazed off into the distance, when she told of us the troubles of adulthood.

I came to a halt and slowly approached the Queen with a slightly bowed head – even though she was my mother, she was still my Queen and I respected her. “Mother, do you have time?” I questioned her in a soft tone and watched as she lazily raised her head to stare me down with those piercing eyes. “What now Emira?” The answer was short and precise, she had never been the one to ‘oh hey darling, how are you’ no, she was more the ice cold mother with a temper to match; but me and Intrepid had always felt protected and that was what had been important. “Can you look after Freya while I search for Shadrik? He’s been gone too long for what he promised – and I fear the worst.” The tone was lowly and I kept my head bowed to not let her see the moisture gathering in my hazel orbs. “Leave the filly with me; find your stag and return – your father won’t be pleased if he disappears because of your foolishness” I clenched my jaw tightly at her answer – of course my father had been talking to her about my little ‘disappearance’, but the most important thing was that she had now agreed to look after my precious baby. “Freya, stay with your grand mom Lakita alright? Mommy has to go find Daddy.” I coed at her with a soft voice of which you would use on babies; even though she was nearing her first birthday I just couldn’t get myself to let go of her. I watched as the skewbald filly nodded at me to show her acceptance of my question, and in a second I was off – following the day old trail which he had left behind. Soon enough I was staring up at the cold heights of Artic Heights discussing with myself if I should go up there or stay down.

I took a careful step forward but then the worst thing happened; a scream – or was it the wind? Was carried to me with the down going winds and soon I was climbing the mountain following a thin trail up. The ground was icy and the winds were picking up – yet my coat was thick and my will like iron, I wouldn’t lose Shadrik! If it had been his scream I wouldn’t ever forgive myself, how could he be so foolish to go up here? The trail took me all the way around the mountain; up and down, left and right – in and even out. There was so many different paths and many you had to jump to get to the next; it was clear to me that one wrong step and I would fall to my death, but then I would never see my baby again and that I would never allow to happen. Suddenly out of nowhere a skewbald silhouette appeared and I felt my heart thump faster – he was alright! But then it was gone again and I was alone; what happened? I panicked and continued along the path faster than before – until I slipped. Snow and rocks flew past me and my eyes widened; I was going to die! I let out a scream of terror but it was cut-short as I landed on a ledge – and instead a moan of pain slipped from my pale lips. I stood up slowly – checking every limb to make sure that they were okay – before spotting a small opening; I almost cried as the opening led into a hidden cave where the temperature was alright and the snow couldn’t enter.

But was Shadrik here? I searched the cave feeling the hope of finding him decrease with every minute and soon I headed out again; following the ledge to a side where – blood? Stained the ground. Fear spread in my chest as I followed the trail of blood – and then! I spotted him, no wait, them. It was a nightmare – chaos dominated and I couldn’t believe my eyes or my ears. Shadrik – my love – was standing on a ledge staring down at Snyper who was busy drowning and not doing anything to help? I even saw laughter roll through his bodice – or was it just another illusion? Yes! Now Shadrik was helping Snyper trying to drag him up and I felt relief pump through my veins as I neared the pair with careful steps. I took in their pitiful state and felt my heart ache to help them. “Shadrik? Snyper? What on earth are you doing up here?” I questioned the two with wild eyes and a shaking voice. My hazel orbs caught the sight of Shadrik’s knee and I felt a wave of dizyness wash over me – had they fought? I would officially kill them both if they had! Well, maybe wait to they recovered but.. THEN I would kill them!

I shook my head in an attempt to rid myself of such thoughts before speaking up again. “There’s a cave not far from here – if we follow one of your blood trails we’ll reach it!” I yelled out my voice trying to overrule the raging winds. “Can you walk?” I continued my yelling. The question was aimed at them both as they seemed to be in an equal pitiful state – was that a stallion thing or what? The adrenaline was still rushing through my bodice from my fall; so I couldn´t feel if anything on myself had been harmed yet. I twisted my head back in the direction of the cave before focusing on the two stallions once again; would they follow me? My thoughts drifted off to Freya and I thanked the gods that I had left her behind; and soon tears flew from my eyes and away with the winds. I could have lost my little girl! I clenched my jaw even tighter to prevent more tears from flowing and I hoped to god that the little filly wouldn’t follow my trail like I did with Shadriks.

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snyper

A river flows in you.

He must've been too high up; he couldn't hear anything. Powdery flakes of snow didn't fall, it just lingered around him, muffling the sounds of the outside world. It was just him and his thoughts, and the constant slushing of thickening water. That was a dangerous concept, to have no one around you, just your thoughts. More so in the case for this demented colt, that was for certain. Talons grasped for the bottom, anything to keep his bloody crown above the freezing waters. You could imagine that he skipped past the next three survival modes; he was freezing to death. Hypothermia. His frame, skinned and coated in blood was trembling to an unbelievable degree. When watching it, he appeared to be convulsing, small stature making the slush around him ripple. When his tight, rasp jaw parted, you would only be able to notice the sound of clicking irons, chattering. Sapphire orbs began to roll around the ashen scenery with worry, and they then lifted skywards, right eye blocking out half his world, his senses. A thick film developed over the colt's desperate orbs, and then they were closing, bloody tears creating sall paths on his dished facade. If there was one time where you'd seen the walking dead, you could imagine Snyper's state.

"Snyper.. Snyper, get up." Dwelling deep within his mind, the colt heard soft vocals carrying to me, childish and girly. There was only one equine who'd matched them. Absently, still in his own thoughts, the buckskin brute shuddered. He didn't even want to say her name, but she made him. She always did, even when they met. "Treppy, I'm scared - can we go home now?" Hm? Maybe he was hallucinating, you could never really tell. In your mind, you tended to see things in the way that you could remember them. Not with Snyper. His memories began to unravel, and there he was, standing with a fragile colt, his buttermilk tints seemingly familiar. It was only with an embarressed second glance that the puny figure was him. The pair blended, right eyes cloaked in a layer of flame licked blood, and Snyper watched the scene play out in his mind, watching his young self form scramble around, disoriented. Whenever he tried to help the buttermilk fawn, a force held him back. After a few moments of wondering why he was back, watching his newborn form, sapphire glints wandered to the right, his bad side, and he saw again more familiar figures. The way that the young filly walked.. And the way that the colt made a brute effort to charge towards himself made the stallion realize.. Vocals vibrated back and forth in him, choking out the sob that threatened to surface, so loud and alarming. Oh, how Snyper wanted to save his youngser self from the beginning of the suffering. But in a way, you couldn't. You just couldn't stop anything from happening. Helplessly, crying out to the mute trio, he watched as things started to unwind, soft, almost inaudible whimpers emerging from his black stained mug.

The conversation went on, and you had to admit, it was a lost cause. He couldn't remember any of this. Nothing. It's like he'd blocked out everyone from his mother's death, until she came up. That was the only scripts he could recall. Quite sad, actually. When a sudden jolting motion shook the petrified colt, he felt the sensation of falling; like he was standing on thin shards of glass, that had given way and were crashing down to a new scene. The only resemblence that the colt had now was the fact that he knew it was Black Lake. "Uh Snyper? Are you sure this is safe?" Panicked, my silent frame wheeled around, and he stared at the new picture. Crystal tears, round and plump slipped from his swollen orbs; this he knew. Snyper knew what that was. It had been the day that he had dubbed himself a monster. Thin skin began to twitch and shiver, voices carrying to his pricked, curious radars. Why was this happening? "Why are you being mean, I thought we were friends.." Throat tightened, and although he still didn't recall this part of his past, the tawny colt shook his crown, mumbling out words that had no voice, no tone. Everything was silent: "We can't be friends." Sapphire pools took in the following scenes, almost as though it were a play. Soundless gasps escaped him when the buckskin child and the sabino filly vanished, their voices still present; "Don’t blame me for the death of your mother." Finally, as if the words of his late mother had jolted his vocals into starting up, Snyper emitted a sharp, impulsive intake of breath - and then he could feel the cold overtake him. If only the slush had quit fucking around and swallowed him already.

Sapphire orbs opened with a loud cry of distress, radars snapping forward to cup in the sound of abrupt laughter - so satanic. To be honest, you'd believe it was Satan himself, and that Snyper had actually indeed died. Right orb twisted, and he struggled, surrounded with an air of fierce panic, where had he gone?! His body began to thrash again, and he found himself staring into sea-glass tinted orbs, dizzy with the grim realization that he would be given no sympathy. But he didn't want it. It was a shame that he didn't remember the vivid pinto markings; he didn't remember this being at all, but it may have been from the freezing waters prodding him with the thoughts of death lingering at their icy fingertips. Orbs wide with fear, the colt continued to struggle in the bank, feeling himself slip into the numb feeling; his limbs began to feel frozen, and he had no choice but to listen to the beastly form. "What's the matter Snyper? Is your mommy not here to save you." His murky gaze dropped, and a louder sob rose from his lips, crumbling words trying to emerge. "I can't find her!" If only Snyper realized who he was talking to. Streams of bloody tears trickled down the pained colt's facade, and then the next set of words rose - only then, did the colt begin to feel his memories begin to rise. He still didn't have a recollection of this grassy orbed demon, but those words, and- and that voice! It was so real!

Again, this monotone voice started to linger around the dying colt - and it wasn't inside his head. It was like the voice, that stallion knew what Snyper had done, like it was the buckskin's conscience; only proving what he feared. Bloody, hazing orbs began to roll around his delicate skeletal structure, beginning to close, but there was no escaping the brute's words. "Oh that's right, she's not here because you killed her." "B-b-but, I said I was sorry! I did, but she d-didn't forgive me!" Snyper exclaimed, voice trembling from a variety of unforgiving natures. The evil voice continued, blatantly covering Snyper's critical vocals. "That's not how she would have raised you, or would it have been?" Although the scattered colt wavered in between his dyng state and having a few seconds to think, his brain began to function, forming words. Several tries it took, voice stuttering, pearly teeth clacking with a frigid feeling. "But, she said that I - she, uh.." At that moment, the colt's vocal faded into a distant ringing in the back of his icy skull, and his crown fell to the ice with a definitive crack, mumbling insanely. He could remember most of that day so clearly; minus the vivd details, of course. Did she love me? Did she even love Riku? The sounds of the scenery faded away, a voice began to drift around his mind. Of course, he knew the voice right away - it was him, from many years ago. "And you know what? It'll be all your fault. You will be the reason why I die. Emira, you're a killer, you killed me." That, that was the same thing that this sadistical brute was saying! And, and he had said that! Words began to rise irately from the colt's bloody windpipe. "No! I didn't mean to kill her! I didn't!" In a raging moment, Snyper's moderately sized frame slashed around his icy tomb, movemements clumsy and disoriented, which only resulted in the dunking; his crown sinking below the freezing surface. He rose, gasping for air, which only added to his panicking state, and he began to struggle again, trying hard to evade the words that were coming from the skewbald patterned demon.

Nothing could silence the flow of words that were spoken between them though. Nothing that Snyper did could muffle out the lyrics. Dished facade swung around in an oblong circle, striking the icy pelt on his right eye. "Her body decayed before you could even see her." He didn't really 'get' it, much. What did he mean? Well, didn't you remember? Snyper still had some odd imagination stating that Africa had up and walked away after the colt had wandered off on his own. For a long while, long enough for him to concentrate on the flurries of snow, Snyper remained silent, deep in his deprived thoughts. He stayed that way too, mouth clamped and tight, radars not really pinned, but nor were they perked forward. The words that left the cold brute had fallen on deaf ears, sapphire tints closing tightly, streams of blood slipping from them. Frame twitched occasionally, the more scientific term being that he was trying to keep warm. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, the buttermilk toned lad parted his tight mug, words confused. "But, she.." The colt began, his voice drifting into a single, wavering note. Sapphires dropped to the ice that he was encased in, and, giving a half-hearted struggle, watched the ice shatter into small shards. Crown lowered, and a slow, submitting sigh was released.

It was only when he felt a savage grip on his matted tresses that Snyper bothered to fight back. A shrill scream fought its way out into the frigid air, and wild eyes scanned around - only to see the cold-hearted brute grabbing him, and pulling - or was he pushing? He's trying to kill me! Half of Snyper's mind; the half that was laced on thoughts of Africa and death wanted the green orbed monster to drown him, and the other half.. well, it wasn't really wanting anything. It was already frozen solid, unable to work. His struggled ended after a few moments, and he felt his shuddering frame being dragged from his grave - half delighted that he'd get a chance to live again, and half despereate to claw his way back in. As soon as his limbs, now free of dried blood but painstakingly numb hit the cushioned ice, he tried to stand, a note of chilling agitation entering him. Was he paralyzed?! His fears only grew when he saw.. her. At first, he didn't recognize the ess' sabino markings, or her facade, but after twisting his crown to get a good look with his left sapphire orb, the colt began to scream hysterically, limbs pushing and clawing at the snow - if only he could stand, if only! Thoughts about the skewbald demon were forgotten, and he could only stare at the princess - her name so familiar, but so hard to say. Orbs were wide, and stamped before them were thoughts of the past, the details of life before things happened. Nares began to inhale shallow breaths, and the shivering began again. Oh, that tone, that horrid tone! "Snyper?" He wanted for her to forget about him; as he did with her. Everything she said brought back prior memories, and tears started to flood from his facade again.

"No, go away! GO AWAY!" Vocals lashed out in a rush, a mad, flurry of words driven from his throat. He couldn't wait any longer; dragging his hind end, the colt started to rise to his feet, failing all too often. So pitiful he was. After a few staggering attempts, he managed to prop himself up, twisting his crown away from the equally looking pair to stare at his hind legs, spiteful. It was doubted that he could walk, let alone sprint away like a fawn and hide - and to do it gracefully? He'd be better off in a wheel chair. An automatic flinch made Snyper's dished facade sway with a dizzying, naseous feel when she spoke again. "There’s a cave not far from here – if we follow one of your blood trails we’ll reach it!" Emira. Sapphire orbs clamped shut, and then opened, hoping that the two were just a hallucination - but they were still there. Even in this pitiful state, you could almost see that lingering love for each other, which would've made this situation incredibly awkward. But it was too late for that. A contsant convulsing motion kept the brute from thinking clearly, and his teeth clicked together in a rythmic motion, but he looked down from his ravine styled tomb, sobs slicing through the air. Each movement hurt so bad; but he couldn't, he wouldn't stay here, with them. Out of no where, his random mind started to process again, and it only choked out a few meaningless words: "Emira.. Shadrik. Freya?" Numb talons pushed against the ground sharply, forcing his body backwards, away from the pair. "I-I, I can't!" He started, taking in a forced, rough breath before sputtering out more pointless, ambling words, "I thought you said, that, I thought.. but you, you said you'd help me!? What did I do wrong!" In the midst of all his babbling, voice croaking and hoarse, the colt continued to edge away, shivering, neck jutted out in an uncomfortable manner. Why did she do this? Why did they even come?! He could've already been gone by now. Pathetic cry left Snyper's bleeding lips, and he began to cry again, pivoting his head away from the pair.

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S H A D R I K

My bodice began to shake from being in contact with the frozen ground. My sides where heaving from the strain of puling the buckskin from his death. A death which I had hoped he found so many times before. How ironic that I saved him from it? I would say it would register as a 10 on a scale. I mean after all the shit the mutt put me through I saved his life? What was wrong with me? I should have tortured him; better yet I should have held him under. God how much I wish I could go back three minutes and change my actions. So what kept me from killing my enemy you ask? Well she as just arrived.

As the sweet scent of Emira was carried by the nasty wind, my nares welcomed the calm that she brought. I began to pull out of my haze, my orbs regained there green coloring as the fog that covered them disappeared. Auds came forward showing that I was gaining more consciousness as the seconds past. I caught the shaky voice of Emira. And then after a few moments I finally put two and two together. Shit. This was the last thing I wanted. I didn’t want Emira here, not because Snyper, but because I knew how dangerous that climb was, and the thought of my love struggling to find my sent a dozen emotions rushing through my blood stream. The surge of emotions seemed to have given me strength, for I was able to stand on my legs. My limbs where shaky for a few moments, and I snorted in pain, I had forgotten about the gash on my knee. Raising my injured limb I released it of the pressure, this was going to be interesting. Shaking my body I tried to get read of the ice that had accumulated on my pelt, as well as try to shake of the pain that was coursing through my frame. My green orbs darted to the physique of Emira as I began to circle her; slowly might I add, checking for injuries. As far as I could tell she was fine other then minor scrapes. I could ask you the same question Emira. Do you know how stupid that was of you to come here? My voice was harsh, but it was filled with worry not anger.

The shrill screams coming from Snyper caused my ears to ring and a splitting ache to run through my body. I snorted in shock and surprise. What the hell was wrong with him, then I remembered I was talking about Snyper. The better question would have been what isn’t wrong with him. I spun around quickly, putting myself in front of Emira; I didn’t know what was going through the buckskins mind heck I didn’t want to. I snorted in disgust as tears began to fall form the mongrel’s sapphire orbs. I should have just left him in that damn lake. Harks swiveled backwards to catch my loves words, the wind had picked up speed and was not only making noise but causing the snow to make visibility nearly impossible. It wasn’t safe for us to be out in the open like this. And by us I meant me and Emira. Ya. I am fine. It was clearly a complete lie but I didn’t need Emira to worry about me, she needed to be worried about herself.

A shout of words rose over the roar of the wind. And they where easily defended as Snyper’s. Skewbald auds pinned back and the demonic beast was returning. I stepped closer to the buckskin, his frame coming into view through the flurries of snow. I smirked as the weakling attempted to stand. My orbs changed to a deep green as my dark side began to leach off of the hate I had for the equine that stumbled before me. I laughed a deep low laugh, not as evil as the ones before but completely out of my character all the same. You can close your eyes all you want Snyper. But you created the hell your living in, and its not going away. Once again I stepped towards the brute and as I did so the winds died down and the snow stopped falling. I laughed once again as I saw the white paths that the tears where forming on the vile ones visage.

Snow flew in the air as Snyper stumbled backwards. Clearly it had just hit him who we where. I saw something flash through his wet optical, but it left before I could read what it was. Oh but how I hoped it was fear. I wanted Snyper scared, scared for his life. For he almost took mine away, not so long ago and I wanted him to feel the same heart wrenching feeling, that he caused me many times before. I pawed the ground in aggravation and a low growl parted from my maw as Snyper took to his usual habit of stuttering. I ignored Snyper’s words, and turned back towards Emira. Lets go to the cave. I knew that the likely hood that my love would leave Snyper here was slim to none. But if he came with us I might just have to kill him.


OOC: sorry for the wait and the awful ness

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