xx stealthSNEAK.

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S N Y P E R

For when he hits the floor in a silver encasing, it will all end.

Delirium was setting in on my small body. Mom died. The first glimpse I saw of her beautiful face was a face etched in pain, but still, she gave me a motherly smile, and licked my face until I was clean. She didn't stand. Neither did I. I was able to drink from her for a few moments, drinking to my heart's consent. Then, when I looked at mom again, her eyes were closed. She wasn't doing anything, but she mumbled a few, sweet lyrics to me. I couldn't hear much of it, but it sounded like I love you, sweet child. Good night. Then she closed her eyes again. I rested against her warm body for hours, drinking until I was no longer thirsty. Bit by bit, mom's body grew cold. It was a ghastly feeling to stare at my dead mother. The first memory of my life was looking at the corpse of my mother, while the rest of her body bled out. From where I was laying, my head pressed against her warm legs, half of my dished features were coated in blood. My blue eyes stared at my mother, blood dripping in front of my long eyelashes, before I stumbled off blindly.

This time, this era, was covered in darkness. I was only a few hours old, but already, I felt like a bipolar foal. I felt loved by my mom, only to have her die in front of me. My features were set in a fierce, determined scowl, as my body trucked along the blinding terrain. It was sunny, but I stopped underneath a bushel of trees. My mouth was dry. It felt chalky, and I tried to call out for help, but it was too hard to form the words. This place was so quiet. I looked around in a newly found anger. Why did everyone abandoned me? Of course, it wasn't mom's fault, she was helping me, but come on, seeing a half bloodied colt, his face smothered in bright, sticky blood, without a mom something to move to? It was everyone else's fault. Not mine, that was for sure.

But still, when the day fell to night time, I couldn't help but find a few petals of grass to nibble on. My teethless mouth struggled to digest the fodder, but at least it gave me some source of liquid. When I felt quenched, I thought. Hard. Mom didn't give me a name, but she did say something like Sniper. It made me curious. Was that my new name? I wasn't quite sure, but I noticed a few sounds, approaching. Should I hide? That didn't seem like a logical thing to do, but the way I came to earth wasn't very logical. So I hid. My thin body was molded behind bushes, but after a few moments, when I scratched my already bloodied face on a thorn, I stumbled out to meet my opposer.

[lynx'']

I N T R E P I D

Let bodies hit the floor...

My now stronger legs wanted to travel further from home, for the past few days I had ventured maybe a few miles from home, but today; today I felt like an Adventure. Mom had mentioned something about a safe harbour, where foals only come gather. I knew she wouldn't be mad at me, she knew I would be okay. She was so proud of me, I had heard her say so many times.
A sly smirk spread across my face as I continued at a trot towards the gathering spot. Already I could smell the salt in the air, I must be close, next came the crashing of the waves, the wild wind whipping at my growing body and stumpy mane and tail. I snorted, and tossed my head, moving pat the place and continuing around the corner to a quieter land.
My arrival, again, I snorted and flung my body forward into a smart trot almost, mom called it prancing, my neck was arched in the way only arabians could manage, and my dished dial was tucked neatly into my chest.
At first, it appeared that i was alone, but a rustle in the nearby bushes made me stop dead, and look over, my harks were pinned forward, and I danced off my hooves. A buckskin colt appeared, I snorted Who was he? I noticed straight away that he had dried blood on one side of his face and the stench of death followed him like a shadow. I was eager to find out more, so I took a few steps forward, paused, then carried on towards him. I stopped when I was about 4 metres away, and lifted a black hoof off the ground for a second. Fighting? At Your age? he asked, smiling slightly, Wrong move son... Ha, like I cared.

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; Emira

Slowly I followed my brother through the rough terrain, this was my first time out, and I was scared to death already. Intrepid – my older brother – just walzed ahead, nothing appeared to worry him. However me, the younger sister; the different one, I couldn’t help but jump at the sound of a mere rustle in the bushes, or a tiny insect moving. Yes I had guessed already now that I was different; different from my mother, from my father – even from my twin brother; why? They acted like violence was the answer to everything, like they ruled the world – but they didn’t, so why do it?

I blinked a couple of times as the colt shifted into trot, quickly I picked up the pace – following him without trouble. I wasn’t prepared for the young colt stumbling out of the bushes though; a scared squeak flew from my lips, reaching for the colts ears. Quickly I stepped backwards, seeking shelter behind my big brother – god it was nice to have him as my protector! He might be like my parents; evil sometimes, but I loved him anyway; he was always there for me, protecting me from everything.

My little nose reached up at the smell of death; what on earth? I had learned to identify the stench of the dead from my parents; they had dragged me and treppy out on a trip. That was also how I saw blood for the first time, they had tracked down a young deer; being me I had curiously approached it wondering about its looks. Two strong hooves had smashed down; cracking the spine of the young animal – before my very eyes! It had just lain there, crying out for help from someone who would never come, before my mom had finished it off with a hard kick to its skull.

I had screamed like never before; there had been so much blood, so much.. I would never understand why they laughed; why my parents just stood there and laughed, they had just stolen the life of one of nature’s creatures; and they laughed!

“Treppy I’m scared, can we go home now?”

My little voice called out; my observant eyes never left the buckskin colored colt for a minute - I couldn’t figure out why he was covered in blood and the stench of death.

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S N Y P E R

Shivering on the barren ground, guilt ridden thoughts turning cold.

At my blind panic out of the bushes, I nearly avoided a scuffle with another young horse. My blue eyes closed, hard, as I turned in front of the two equine. The way my eyes opened soon after was calming. Even if mom's blood stung my eye, glittering brightly in the spring sun, her sweet words in my mind comforted me enough to stare at the opposing two. The bigger one, splashed vibrantly with black and white spoke first. Fighting? At your age? I didn't understand what he meant, until more blood dripped into my eyes. He thought that I had been in a fight? My eyes closed again, and when they opened, they narrowed, fixed in a hard stare at the painted colt. My small jaw clenched tightly. Was I being sized up by another one? I couldn't tell if his words were mocking, but instead, I looked at the smaller, white splashed filly. She looked like she was about to cry. I hadn't seen anyone cry, I was only a few hours old, but already, I'd seen death. Does that count as an emotion? My mouth began to form small, dry words until I had strung together a whole sentance.

"I wish I was in a fight. At least I would have died instead of mom. Is it me you're scared of? A bloodied colt, who surely looks like a monster, without a mother who were surely turn into a few grains of sand by nightfall without someone to receive nutrients from?"

My questions were directed at the filly, but my eyes remained, narrowed, at the black and white colt. I took a few small steps forward, and squinted. Then I backed up at an angle to stare at the two equine. I finally looked at the smaller filly, then thought of my mother. She still hadn't given me a name, unless Snyper counted. My eyes drifted off, their glittering exterior fading into a dull, lifeless stare. My small, black tipped auds tipped forward, alert for their movements.

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; Emira

I shivered slightly under the hard stare of the buckskin colt, was he evil too? I thought I shrank four or five sizes as his eyes moved on to me, and I quickly hid behind my older broher; seeking shelter. My tiny radars picked up as his low rumbling tones spilled out; and I froze. His mommy was dead? I peeked up from behind my brother; watching the young colt with judging eyes – was he lying? Of course he wouldn’t lie, the poor colt was just like my brother; he just needed to be forgiven now and then.

“Is your mommy dead? You can share mine!”

I glanced quickly at Treppy before adding:

"I mean ours"

My young tones spilled like a waterfall; quick and precise, I didn’t mind sharing my mom – even though she was a little evil, me and Intrepid always got to eat as much as we wanted to.

“Or maybe aunt Eris will feed you! She gave birth to my half-sister!”

I couldn’t help it, the tones just spilled out – but hey, I was just trying to help the poor guy. I didn’t hold any grudge against any of my siblings; not even Renegade who was the foal of the slave mare. Chaos was me and Intrepids proud daddy, and I loved watching him as he moved across the territory – protecting and caring for us. I knew I was lucky, the young colt across me had just confirmed that; I had a cool dad, and an high ranked mom – and I had heard Intrepid whisper about us being prince and princess. Suddenly I felt emberassed; emberassed for having something the poor guy in front of my brother didn’t, why couldn’t I help him? Maybe he could become Prince like Treppy!

“What’s your name? Mine is Emira!”

The voice of my mother rang in my ears – always ask who sired your friends – she had told me about an evil stallion, who had stolen her colt from her and maybe he had been tortured! That tale had scared me out of my mind, preventing me from leaving the territory by myself; and if I HAD to leave, I would always walk behind Intrepid, protected and cared for.

“Who’s your daddy?”

Surely the colt would have a father, where was he now?

[lynx'']

I N T R E P I D

Call upon the raven to guide you home...

I showed no instant emotion when i heard his words, although it was sad, daddy had always told me not to give or take any emotion, he had said it could lead to some trouble. However, I did lower my eyes for a second, and closed them, when i opened them, they glinted with a little anger, my dark pools reflecting off the sun. A quick, sharp snort escaped my nostrils. His words were directed at Emira, showing that prehaps he was slightly interested. I stepped forward a small step, although she was behind me, protected. I still felt the need to protect her more. We weren't suposed to talk to strangers, I didn't care about that now. All I cared about was protecting my princess, I'd take my own life to keep her out of harms way.
My harks snapped back to my skull, eyes narrowed to slits and jaw tightened as Emira spoke. I snapped my head towards her and let a low growl escape my throat, i reached out and gently, yet firmly nipped her on the neck. Not only had she dared to mention us sharing our mother, but she had let her name escape her kissers. Emira, didn't you listen to mom? Never give out your name. I snorted again. Emira had beat me to asking who this colt was.
My harks loosened and fell forward as i looked back at the colt infront. What would he have to say?

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S N Y P E R

A mind, blank with only one thought; death.

The colt was obviously a leader. He was young, but I could see that he had a leader's outlook; Protect the female, mostly the one who was queen. I stared at the two with sharp eyes. As quickly as I spoke to... Emira, that was her name, the colt stepped forward, his neck lowered, and obviously appearing threatening. All the while, Emira was bubbling on about my future being. It was caring, but it still appeared like she was afraid of me, with good reason. I listened to Emira speak. Aunt Eris, mommy, father... Family. It was the one subject I liked to avoid, and the sabino filly directed me on it. I swallowed painfully, and replied before the large, black and white colt could resist.

"Yes, mom-my mom, is dead... My father. I don't know him. Mom didn't tell me about him, but she said that I had his eyes. That's how I will find him, if I don't perish first."

My tone was level, but each note was flat, almost angry as she continued about her family talked. I clearly ignored her question about my name. What was I supposed to tell them? "I have no name, mom died before she gave me a name." Althought it was the truth, I didn't want to be known as the hard luck no-name colt. It would be too embaressin, if I even knew what that meant. I only knew one emotion, and that was grief. Snorting softly, I watched the large colt as he stared me down. My jaw tightened against dull teeth; I lowered my crown to a level topline, and I stared at him, my eyes cold and angry. Still, he seemed to be asking me the same question as what Emira was. I watched him scold the filly for revealing too much, too soon. He was right, but a small smirk played on my lips.

Silently, my body sidled away, past the colt, on his opposite side. I halted beside him, my tinted eyes, half lidded, watching him closely. Numbly, my hindquarters pushed off, and I watched Emira again, watching for her response to everything that I had brought. I had already accidentally made her received a bite from her brother, and show that emotion that I had already seen; fear. I released a small breath, a sweet smelling breath, before speaking, to the both of them. My eyes grew thoughtful, glazing over for a few seconds, and I immediately thought of a name to give them.

"My name is Snyper."

[lynx'']

I N T R E P I D

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

I sensed the bitterness now, Emira talked about family, mom, daddy, sisters, a family. This colt had none, I wanted to tell her off once again, but i knew i could not bully her, overpower her, yes, but i would not bully my princess. As i looked down on the smaller colt, again, an obvious movement that showed his emotion, anger. His tight jaw, narrowed eyes. I smirked.
As fast as my sister had blurted our secrets, he shot to my side. My harks twitched a little, however, my body stayed still, and my eyes still focused forward. I did not flinch at all. I was between him and Emira, so all was fine. He waited a little, as if he had forgottton his words. What was it he was trying to remember? At last, his name appeared. I nodded slightly as he told us his name, however, a flashback seered through my brain, a pain shot through my enrtire body, i snorted, and closed my eyes slowly That Riku, Intrepid, One son of a bitch and fool. Never speak to or of him to anyone, for he is a theif. you will reconise him, by his blue-green eyes...
My eyes snapped open in fury, my harks slapped back against my skull, eyes narrowed slightly, I tightly spun my body around to face him, so Emira was behind me. I stared into his eyes, mine glinting in the sun, that was now glowing a deep red, causing the color to change slightly that was reflected into my eyes.
I know your father. I spoke, just that small sentence, then i shut up, my stance did not change, nor my features. I just waited, waited for some reaction. Daddy had spoken of this fool in such detail, i could almost see him in my eyes.

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; E M I R A
^{- I'm your favorite baby-girl.}

Things weren’t evolving the way I wanted it to, this colt – Snyper – was quite strange, and my big brother was being mean again. I was about to speak up again; but a firm nip on my shoulder made me yelp in confusion instead. Intrepid scolded me for telling too much, and I lowered my head in shame, was I really supposed to be a princess? Babbling all my personal stuff out to a stranger! But then again, he was only a colt – and his mommy was dead! I wanted to help him badly, all instincts in my body were telling me to raise my head and defend the poor thing; but I couldn’t. Intrepid was family – my twin, my better half, my protector, and some day my king – I could not defy his orders, and I knew if I spoke up again, more personal stuff would come out.

My tiny ears peeked up at the sound of Teppy’s voice again though, did he know his father? Did that mean we could help the poor colt? A smile surfaced on my lips, but I still held my head lowered – making sure to let Treppy lead the discussion, as I wasn’t sure where it was going. The two colts were sizing each other up – just like adult stallions – and instinct told me that it wouldn’t end well. Besides the colt had spoken in a angry tone to me, which probably meant he didn’t like me – a clear sign for me to stay behind Inttrepid – protected by my strong brother.

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S N Y P E R

Tainted face, malformed body; he's a freak.

The yelp that Emira emitted made my auduals perk up sharply, flickering as her pained voice rang out. Again, I released a heavy breath, trying to hold my patience. I glanced past the black and white colt to the sabino filly, watching her carefully. I blinked my bright eyes, wincing again as a small stream of mom's blood dropped in front of me, making my eye burn fiercely. I stared at the ground, the small puddle drying into the earth's surface before I had a chance to do anything else. I swallowed hard, blinked a few times, and looked at the colt. He was lost in a memory, of some sort. I watched with a diminishing interest, and spoke to Emira as the colt thought, hard. I spotted a pretty smile on the sabino's facial features, making my own lips twitch, as if attempting a smile, but failing miserably.

"You- You're related... Hard to believe."

I spoke slowly, as if retraacing my steps, to make sure that it was true. I would have continued, but the black and white colt spoke up, his icy tone attracting to my auduals. The words he spoke meant a lot to me, but he spoke of my father in a bad way. This was even more interesting. His eyes narrowed, showing an opposing, offensive stance. I too made the same gesture, my long neck raising higher, my glittering eyes showing a mocking curiosity.

"Really...? You speak of it, like it's a bad thing. You speak of it, as if my father is some poor, worthless soul. You speak of my father, like he's a street rat, but instinct tells me, that it's all a bunch of lies. I only see one street rat here, a bossy one, in fact."

My words were blunt and cold, and I shot another glance towards Emira , but before I did anything else, my gaze dropped to the floor, and I stepped around the large colt to face the sabino princess. I nodded my head, and mumbled an apology for my angry behavior. I still remembered her yelp, my hind leg raising in a threatening manner towards the dark colt, but I feined an attack, and looked towards the harbour's opening. Keeping my soft gaze on the sabino, my auduals tipped back towards the black and white colt, I spoke.

"Street rat or no street rat, he's my father... And he's a king. I have to meet him once before I perish."

My hind legs expertly pushed off the ground, carrying me into a silent, stalking jog, back to the bushes where I had emerged. I kept moving quickly, keeping my level stare at the areas around me. I disappeared within moments, the only trail left being a small droplet of my mother's blood, drying on my face.