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[azul.]

snyper

My only friends are pirates..
And that's just who I am..

The fall winds brought back the scent of so many things. It, it was like looking at a book. Everything was so clear, he pictures vivid and bright. But, they were just that; pictures. I couldn't change the way that they looked, or why they were like that. Sort of like my past. Even the thoughts of it made me tighten, but I couldn't specify the emotion I was feeling. Then again, I was a mystery. An enigma. I wasn't supposed to show any emotion, but everything was working against me. My dun pelt, rippling with muscles from a year of running away- another bad thing- my long, black stockings, and those bright sapphire eyes. If you can remember, I had once acquired that blood spot around my eye from my mother's death- for once, I actually began to let an ounce of emotion shroud over my face; my eyes dropped and I sighed gently. That had long since disappeared, but for some reason, whenever I started to grow warm, perhaps from the weather, or when it rained, I squinted that one eye. Maybe it was a quirk from being stained. I don't know, how could I tell?

Black stockings moved with a stealth nature, carrying the figure closer and closer to the smell. The scent, it was new, like a little baby. It smelt like horses, but not any equine that I knew, which was just as good. As long as no one knew of where I was, where I came from, I'd be okay. I wouldn't have to bring my past and explain why I ran. Although, I sometimes felt like I wanted to say something, to run to my mother and tell her about the past year.. But Africa was dead. She died nearly two years ago, I remembered. A chilled wind ran across my lusty pelt, making me stiffen and shiver. Not neccessarily from the cold, but from the feeling that I was watched. I was always watched, and I didn't care who it was. Maybe it was my mom, or a lurking predator, waiting for the perfect chance to leap on my scarred back, and rip me to pieces, savoring my boiling blood.

That was the feeling I felt when I walked into this stale land. Like I had imagined before, it was so quiet. I didn't think that anyone lived here, but the musky odor of a stallion and a child lingered, so I wasn't sure. Limbs pushed through the now freezing slush, as if just the feeling alone would kill me. I wasn't particularly grossed out by this land, but it wasn't like Black Lake. Although eery, Black Lake had an elegant quality to it. Maybe it was the caves that I had spent my final nights in. Hn. Suddenly, a furrowed scowl spread across my facade as I slipped on the hidden flooring, my limbs scrabbling in a deep patch of frosty slush. It made me shiver, and flick my thick tresses, but otherwise, I didn't show that I was cold. Monotone vocals carried out into the silent air, breaking the silence that I enjoyed so much, and yet, I spoke such a ridiculous line.

"And why did I lose my mother?"

I'd been over it so many times, I started to grow impatient. Maybe it was because it was nearly the season of my second birthday, the second anniversity without her. I felt deflated, and my once lusty strides began to wander, until the scent of a tyke, the tyke grew stronger. I showed no emotion, keeping a solemn facade, but inspected the scent, which led to nothing but the evidence that someone had lived there before. A dead end. Of course. I let my momentary dissappointment remain, and then I set off again, this time at a brisk pace, limbs striding forward, jogging with ease in the freezing slush.

"All work and no play.. It'll make me a dull boy."

Who said dull was a bad thing?

DONE.

[lynx'']

c o c a i n e

Watch it, punk

Where had this come from.. this sudden change all around. I had no answer for it, for this was the first time it had happened. Snow covered the ground, along with mud, dead leaves, and other asorted herbs. It covered the branches of the trees overhead, making the wood droop even lower to the ground. I loved it, i loved this even though the wound on my shoulder had not healed, and carried on ripping itsself open due to the frost seeping into it.

As evening approched, my already quite peaky muscles rippled under my stained bay pelt, my mocha eyes shifted over the terrian, home. Although, i was rarely here. Since i had met Radon, my personal follower and slave, i had grown to living at the youngster clan, where inocent youngsters tended to bring themselves, in hope of finding some new friends. friends? toys, more like.

I giggled, although, it couldn't be a giggle, surely? More of a cackle, although i spent little time around my father and mother, when i was with them, i picked up on things pretty darn quickly. Nares flared slightly, as a faint scent of my father wafted into my lungs, although, i wasn't here to find him, infact, i wasn't entirely sure why i had come back here. I knew mother, Sophie. Was glad of my quick start to distruction, even though she didn't show it, she didn't show many emotions around me.

My hooves sunk into the mess underfoot, the mud and snow seeping over my knees almost, i snorted, harks flicking around me as a faint voice made itself to my ears, registering. Who was this? ah, a new equine. I crawled my way out of the mess, the mud sticking to my legs and belly mostly, and jogged to where i scented the colt.

When he came into veiw, i couldn't help but smirk, he was like me. almost, blood stains, wounds, the lot. I tilted my skull slightly, and stared at him, demanding answers, why was he here? who was he, and who was he looking for..

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[azul.]

snyper

My only friends are pirates..
And that's just who I am..

When my eyes spotted a far off patch of firm-looking ground, I felt my black limbs quiver; twinging with a cramped muscles from the minutes of slushing on a bottomless marsh. Shivering, I gave a few heaves through the thick marsh, aerials pricked, eager to find my position on the dry ground. I strode forward with quick paces, but still, no expression. I had gotten used to that, having those dull eyes. Although, I was getting side-tracked, and I noticed that my long steps were beginning to wander, the pace slackening. A quiet tune played in my thought box, and I lowered my crown to the eerie waters, and stared at it intently, imagining myself back at the foaling grounds with my mother. For a moment, I sighed tenderly as I remembered that dusky night when I was born; most of it anyway. A slow scowl spread across my thoughts as I imagined seeing my mother lying there, her beautiful body cooling, giving up her life to save another.

What did she say? I silently scolded myself for not remembering her sweet words, and I had to relive that day over and over before I remembered that sweet, melodious song that Mom had recited to me. But I couldn't remember the ending- why not?

"Everything, everything, born from Mother Nature.
Lives today, lives today...
Inside my lonely heart."

I was near a frantic state when I remembered the last verse. I forgot my solemn nature and gave a faint smile, still staring at the bleak water, and then squinted my one eye that bore the blood mark for so long. I looked strange, but it was how Mom remembered me. I smiled for a little while longer, until my nares caught the scent of that one tyke again. It was wafting towards the patch of land that I had started to move to. Quickly, my eyes switched from the water to the land, and the smile disappeared, but I had a good memory. Silently, I began my wade toward the patch of dry ground, my facade taking on a serene look, then a simple grunt when I scuffed onto the ground, finally out of that slush. Releasing a soft sight, I investigated that scent again, curious (but never showing it) to see who this foal was.

The wind shifted slightly, and this foal's scent came from another direction. Puzzled, I squinted my 'blood' eye in concentration, something I just naturally posessed after a while. I shivered once, trying not to appear cold, and then I glanced over, sapphire orbs narrowing when a bay foal clambored out of her hiding spot. I wasn't surprised; of course not. Instead, I studied her. We were both in bad shape. She had scratches and scrapes, I had, er, emotional scars? Of course, I had my cuts from scavenger fights. I blinked once with solemn eyes, and then noticed the filly's rigid outline. Her body was tight, and her dark eyes were cold, demanding answers. The way that she appeared, she had to be royalty. I only knew one other sign of that, and she was the heiress of a land. I suppressed a scowl, and then raised my battle-beaten, scarred crown. Without any warning, I started forward towards this filly, who must've been at least a year younger than myself. I felt myself towering over her as I approached, but her arrogant position proved to not be anything to laugh at.

So of course, what would I say? I blinked again, surprised that I had gotten so close; If I stretched my crown out, I could probably touch her muzzle. Instead, I twisted it upward, ignoring her oblivious questions.

"Yes? What do you want?"

I kept my tone relaxed, almost to a point of sounding lazy, but I worse a slight defensive edge, but who could blame me? Sapphire pools deftly scanned the filly out again; she smelt like others. Little others. Foal others. I tipped my crown to one side, and swallowed back, aerials tipping back.

DONE.

[lynx'']

c o c a i n e

Shut your eyes

Post coming tonight xP

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