.shivering--innocence.?

[Thyken]

The mountain's curve creates a hollow,
a small shelter from the blinding snow and howling
wind that is all but normal for these hills.
At first, the hollow is empty, mottled brown-black
walls empty, it seems, but look closer.

A lone mare rests her slight form against the side,
auds staring out into the whirling snowflakes as they take
form and melt at her hooves.
She whinnies gently, her breath creating
miniature clouds in the cold night air, and she
retreats back a step, farther into the warmth of her
shelter.

It is obvious why, on first glance, the eye would not take in
the pressence of this mare.
Her coat matches the brown-black cave, her ribbons and socks
as pure black as night, the patch over her right eye just as dark.
If her eyes are closed, her form blends in like a raindrop to the
sea, but when she opens them, you cannot help but stare.
They hold the brightest green, like nothing else.
And they reflect pain, losing her mother and father so soon in her
life, confusion, her feelings for Orn, her once father-figure
and constant protector. Untill now.

In the night, she has slipped away from him and
his assurance of protection.
Her feelings are swirling, tangled, as she battles with
her wish to be something more than a friend to someone who
has looked after her since she was but a filly.

She shakes her ribbons, snorting as she tries in vain not to
bring back any thoughts of love or misery.

All she wants is to rest, halfway up a mountainside, and
imagine what fate could bring her.
Innocently, stupidly, her thoughts do not fall on the danger that
being alone, in a strange land, on a mountain famed for it's rogue stallions, brings.
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(Taryinn)

[tibs]

-Z y a n t i c-
xxx I used to think that I had the answers to everything xxx

The dappled titan taveled silently in thought, his mind
lost to the memories piling up inside himself. He wasn't quite sure
why he had come here, it was just a deserted as his terrain. But
this place seemed more welcoming right now, calmer almost. His
terra like most held no equines but himself. He'd had a lead mare
before, the only one he had ever loved, Southern Sunrise. She
was gone like this rest now. That was sort of to be expected
though, he had after all disappeared for quite some time.
Everyone was disappeared and no one ever returned anymore.
Even the kings and queens, the royals had gone, left to far, far
away places who knew where! This was so rediculas, all of this
was. Everyone had forgotten about those they cared for and left
them to fend for themselves, what kind of love was that? What
kind of caring was that?

Zyantic shook himself, he was just kept making himself more
angry now, this was not helping. Instead he listened to his
breathing now. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. That
clamed him down a little, his sonars flickering back and forth.
Perhaps he would try and find some company yes? Maybe some
equines had stuck around like he and his lighthearted sister had?
So now he had a new mission. Find other signs of life in this place
cursed Mystic Falls. He liked that mission.

He quickened his pace as he climbed higher up the mountains
side but it was a bit cold, even more so the higher he got. He
turned toward a cave in defeat after an hour of searching, his
tiara hanging a bit low. But than he scented her, naother equine!
Was someone actually there? Someone who had stayed or just
arrived maybe? Excitment pulsed through the hellions veins but
than faded a little. Who knew what side her heart took? Oh well
he would see soon enough. Zyantic stepped forward, arching his
boa as he watched her, "ello, what be thee's cursing?"

xxx but now I know that things don't always go my way xxx

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[Thyken]

Her ears twitch as she hears his voice,
her breath coming faster.

She opens her electric eyes, 'lighting them on
his imposing form. Immediatly, her impression
is snow on ice, his dappled withers drawing a
quiet gasp from her throat.

She is ready to run but the intense wish for
company slows her, her mind a knot of questions
without answers. Could he be trusted, or
was he cruel, one of those...

Even the thought of it causes her to turn her graceful
neck, ready to bolt... the longing for company,
whatever the cost, defeats her in the end.
If he is friendly, it much outweighs the cost of finding out...
she is alone now, after all, she musn't forget
she is alone.

As she calls to him, fringe of long black ribbons
framing her elegant neck as she arches it gracefully...

"Taryinn, m'lord."
Her lyrics are gentle and light,
trickling over the ears like gentle rain.
"May I ask your own?"

A shiver of fear runs down her,
and she flicks it away with her midnight-black tail.
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