Enter Sorrow {Open}

[[Demmy;]]

[bg=61756c][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table] DallasSilence is not a gift but a terror I sat at my mother's grave. I did not cry. I did not weep. I did not feel sad. I looked beside where she lay, there was my brother. Both Clayalitay and Zohar rested here. It was an honour to have known both of them. My brother gave his life to save his village and my mother gave her life to the land. They all seemed to have giving themselves up for me. For me to have a great live here. I have been granted a longer life from the stone. I need to guard them, make them proud. I never did like to visit this place. Although it was the source of all protection to any horse that walked the grounds, I still did not like it. It made me feel like my insides where coming out for all to gaze on. Oh, how sad. I am the last of the Clayalitay blood. I never want to have love, or a herd. That is why I am so lonely. I choose to be. It is a sad life but one that can't get broken. I now have the kings and queens to take care of. The beautiful land that my mother claimed for us. Oh, how sad it would be to lose. The kings and queens that Clayalitay chose herself where great choices. I am hoping that they stay loyal and don't become a bad choice. I love them all. I love everyone that chooses to live here. Despite the war that happens each time I breathe. Each time I step, it seems that something will break. Something will go wrong. I came here and created balance between element and equine... Why did that not stop the war? Oh, so many things that I must have answered, it kills me. This might even be the last war I stand. My powers are weak compared to the earth. It has the greatest elemental power. No one can fight it. Not even I. I grew a flower from the ground by the graves of my siblings, making the ground light up from each flower that grew quickly with my help. A lush ground full of red and purple flowers surrounded their graves. The grass began to grow around the rocks that marked their places. "Mother Clayalitay, and Brother Zohar, may you forever rest in peace. I will never forget you." As I spoke, I thanked them with a bow of my gentle head. The golden chain that hung off me did not move an inch. It glowed a deep blue, reflecting my sorrow for them. I was not the greatest at holding in my emotions. In front of my true family, I would never break. I will forever cure them and save this land. I turned my back to them and looked to the sky. The stars that shone greatly in the clear night sky lifted me. What can they see? Do they understand our meaning here? Do they understand why the earth is fighting us? It seems that my questions will never be answered from small flickering lights but I can see hope in them. They continue to shine down on our small planet. They are my only friends. They never run in fear... they never judge... they are the silence of me. I see my mother and my brother in them. Oh, how easy life is as a star... I stood, studying each one then went on my way. Continuing to walk into the clearing of the battle field. Much blood spill happened here, the red ground reflected everything that happened. Why fight...? I don't understand... I don't understand anything. I looked to the stars again and decided that it was better up there. To join the stars of my family. Although I know that my time is not done here. It is a reward to live with the stars. I lowered my head and my body to the ground. Laying in the moonlight as I watched the night sky. A shooting star went across the landscape of beautiful flickering lights. I watched it as it faded back into the dark nothing. It made me feel like I could fly. Fly like a shooting star.

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muse] Okay
music] Stars - Switchfoot
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[Argrehara]

Head lowered, the mare opened her eyes and found herself peacefully standing on the beach. Salty waves lapping at her fore hooves, cooling them. Relaxed muscles expanded and contracted as she heaved a content sigh. The air escaping her nostrils with a "hmmmmmmmmmm". A small tree shaded her red chestnut form from the heat of the sun. She pawed slowly at the sand, letting it wash over her hooves. Thick red banner swishing around her dusty rump. Earlier that day, she had had a good roll by the waves, getting herself all dusty and dirty. The warm sand had felt so good on her pelt, that she risked her shining coat to roll.

A soft breeze blew, carrying her mane west. She lifted her head and reared. Throwing her weight forward in a buck. Limbs flailing as she moved into a powerful sprint. Her tail held proudly above her body. Her mane flowing like red water. The tresses of red moving across her arched neck before gracing the sky once more. The sun beat down on her dusty coat as she kicked up sand behind her. Hooves moving steadily in three beats.

The agile mare slid to a stop then moved left, toward the sea. As soon as her hooves splashed up the salty element, her eyes snapped open.

Her hooves no longer sank into the warm sand. Waves no longer pulled at her, longing her to enter the watery depths. The sun didn't shine, warming her coat. Instead, she found herself standing alone in the war grounds. Alone. Her village no where near. Her mane, a tangled wreck, spun as she whirled around, nostrils flaring. "Hello?" she called out, twin peaks swirling around her skull in search of any life. What was she doing in this wasteland alone? Even the bad tempered mare knew she wasn't safe here alone.

Plus, she was hungry, her stomach growled for attention. She let out a whinny before spooking at, nothing really. She bounded across the land. Her speed picking up as she galloped. To be quite honest, the poor dame was afraid. To run into any rouge stallion. She was a strong mare, and could take on a stud, but she was weak and hungry. Where was her family? She stopped, reared up high and squealed. Throwing her light red locks around. She started to run again. Muscles working overtime as they moved beneath her smooth coat.

As a mare, she was in heat, and knew that a stallion could scent her from a mile away. She had to get away fast, find someplace safe. That was until she nearly ran into a big grey stud. Putting her weight in her hips, she slid nearly two metres. She found herself nearly nose to nose with the stallion. The whites in her eyes showing. One word passed her velveteen lips.

"Dallas."

[[Demmy;]]

[bg=61756c][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table] DallasI can't face my sorrow The aroma in the air... someone was coming. Just when I got some peace to settle my worried head, I get someone interrupting. Every fucking time! Now what? Is the forest on fire? The one time that the elements have calmed their furry, I try to get some peace, and someone comes in. Uh! I hoped to great Claylaitay is was not a mare. They where so odd this time of the season. Always hot with mating fever. I wanted no part in it. I did not want to spread my bloodline without my mother's approval... which is hard to get now that her existence is no more. I stood to my hooves and waited for this horse to come. I shook my head off and my eyes dilated to the darkness of the shadows. I was not looking... I was not wondering... I was looking for a way out. I huffed my air out, ears pinned to my head. My eyes watched as I waited for something to jump on me. It was not uncommon for horse to want to kill me. With all my power, it was hard for some to control themselves. I did not ask for this power. It was gifted to me on my travels. It wanted me. I just wanted to be a normal horse with a normal family. I did not want my brother to die of the elements! I did not want my mother to leave me so early. Nothing is my choice anymore! I feel like I am being ripped though the path of life. It will soon be the end of me. Before my eyes, there the intruder of my privacy was. A mare. Ohh great. I get to deal with a hot bitch. No worries. I backed up instantly when she came very close. To close for my liking. "Dallas." My own name summoned my brain to remember. I studied the mare over quickly. It was not fast. I did not want her to catch me watching or looking at her to much. Then the stupid male emotions. Just go the fuck away. I don't want to deal with anything but the left side of my brain. I put together the information in my head quickly. This mare fought in the first war of the villages. A water element... strong. I remember her. A great fighter. Her name is "Azaria, why have you interrupted me on my quiet time? Is their a hurricane coming? What is the problem?!" I hoped their was a problem so I did not want to deal with her. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Nope, she was still there. I guess I am in for it. "You look hungry." I stomped my hoof to the ground and grew the greenest grass in all the land in the most dead of places. Just a small patch to keep her quiet. I turned my back to her and walked to my original spot. I ignored her but kept an ear and eye on her. I guess we are going to have to wait for fall to fight the demon of the elements. I don't know another time to do it. I need all mares in their prime. But then damit they will all be pregnant! I can't win. I let out a sigh and lowered my head. "Sorry for my behavior. I just miss my family." I did not look at her. I hoped that she did not even hear that. It might be to late now to take it back. Oh, how I wished she would leave!

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word count] 602
muse] Good
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[Argrehara]

The mare stayed in her stunned state for a few more minutes before she stood fully erect, looking the stallion in the eyes. She snorted at his words. Even in her weakened state. the vixen was still Azaria, bad tempered and sarcastic. She lowered her head and stared "Interrupting you? Is that what I'm doing? Well, that's still no way to talk to a lady" she put an innocent mare look on her fine Arabian features. Dallas knew her, she'd picked on him more than once in the past. He knew she respected him, even though she had one tiny secret about him that she would refuse to tell anyone in all of eternity, she had a little crush on him, too. Still, she didn't drool at his feet like all the other mares did around him. Those nasty little bitches wanted him as their mate just so they could get noticed, maybe get all four elements too. Not that the stud would ever do that for a mare.

"A hurricane is already here." she sneered, meeting his dark orbs again "I'm looking at it. I think I'll name it hurricane Dallas. Has a nice ring to it." her lips pulled back to reveal her teeth as she laughed. She wasn't trying to be cruel, she never tried to be a bitch to the noble stallion. She wouldn't want him to dislike her. That would be terrible. She then managed to smile at the stallion when he mentioned her hunger. Hell, she looked like she was attacked by a pack of wolves.

Her stomach roared its complaints and Azaria plunged her crown into the lush grass, inhaling like it was a drug. And for now, it was. Her tail flicked as he stomped off to ignore her. If the brute wanted to act like that, then fine. She turned her back on him and continues to graze freely without a care. Just to play with the male's senses, she swished her tail around her rump, letting him smell her sweet mare scent of spring. At least she had some advantages at the moment. Tempting him seemed to be a lot of fun in the tall Arabian's eyes. She tossed her flame coloured locks around and snorted before hearing him speak. Mouth full of grass, she turned her head toward him and walked to him. One again, looking to him. "I miss my family, too. I don't know where they are. They ditch me in the spring." she hissed in his face, angry now. She wasn't angry with him. But she did need someone to talk and complain to. "You try being a small, hungry little mar in heat wandering alone out here. It's not fun." she shuddered at the thought of being raped again. She looked at him. "You wouldn't last a day." she told him, a small gleam in her eyes. 82

[[Demmy;]]

[bg=0d2331][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] Now I am stuck between a mare and a broken heart. Oh, how hard is life? Not hard at all. I heaved air out of my lungs, silently sucking more in. It was a gift for the air to always be there. Something that from the time you are born to the time that you die, you think about it. You think about the air that is gifted to you in each inhale and exhale. Throughout your life, you don't even think about it. How many things are like that in the world? Like your heart that is a gift to work and fuel your whole body. Keeping you warm and alive. Carrying proteins to muscles. Oh, how great life is. He see nothing of it. We can't preserve how great life is. He are just stupid things walking the earth, looking for answers. Will we ever find them? Will we find them in love? Is love one of those gifts that we don't think of? I know I did. I know the love for my brother was true. I never got to say goodbye to him. All that was left of him after the title wave was his dead body. That was not him. Bodies are only hosts for the being. Yet, we take for granted those too. Life is to big to comprehend. That is why I stopped thinking about it. Then you get these mares that take everything for granted. The power that you have been gifted, the world is your playground. Stallions line up to mount you and have a ride. Oh, and those stallions that think they can get away with anything. Oh what bastards to even think of abusing the quiet and lonely! I only find fit the ones that I can trust. Very few. Oceanus and Avira are amazing stallions that would never break my trust. If only there were more of them on this small plot of land. I take them for granted. I pinned my ears as she spoke back to me. Oh, you are so fucking lucky that it was me. "Well yes, you are lucky you ran into a stallion that has some decency. They would not treat you like a lady at all, more like a possession." Greed. Greed is the ultimate fall to every great nation. When she spoke again. I moved my ear forward to pick up what she was saying. at first "A hurricane is already here." I was ready to take off toward the scene to see, but I detected an underlining tone. I pinned my ears, bared my teeth and flared my nares. I was mad. I made it clean. "NEVER joke about hurricanes." I snorted out the breath that I held. It was serious when you joke about something that could destroy the villages. Then my mother's effort would be wasted. There would be no point in me living. I payed no attention to the joke that she made. I did not find it funny at all. Hm. I turned my head back to detect her movement. She was doing the same as me. What a bitch. Tempting me with her venerability. I would not fall down to that level. Her level anyway. I was not playing this game. She grazed on the grass that I had summoned for her. What a bitch. Not even a thank you. Ungrateful. I hate the world. Why don't you just think before you act. Why don't you think about the world around you. Those are not questions but demands. If everyone thought before they acted, this world would be a much more peaceful place. No war no conflict. A Utopia in which all life can flourish and live with the planet. I would not have any children in this broken world. Only when peace with the elements is restored will I think of settling down... if I am still alive. Maybe if this mare showed a bit of respect she would have a chance after the war is over. If she is still alive. But those thoughts should be pushed to the back of my head. I don't want to be the chance of rain. Although a mate would do me good... I would be less alone. I would feel another against me. I could look into her eyes and read her fate by the lines of her universe. My mother and brother don't have mates... So why should I be different? I don't know anymore. I don't know anything anymore. I was so rapped up in my own thoughts and I did not notice the bitch beside me. Her voice hit my ears and entered my brain once again. I thought quickly about what she said. I would too. I did not speak the words. They where harsh. It was to bad I could not turn my ears off. This bitch always wants a last word. "I am sure you can take care of yourself Azaria. You are one of the strongest fighters in Clayalitay. No stallion that wants to mount you will. You can defend yourself." I understand that mares have a hard life because they can be taken advantage of if they let it happen. "You know you always have the choice to run. As I said before... you are powerful. If you met a pyro, drench the shit out of them." I smiled a little as I finished my sentence and looked back into her eyes. She was a beautiful horse. I was a bit stocky for her though. The offspring would not be the greatest. I have to remember genetics when choosing a mate. I can't give the Clayalitay line to any stranger that flashes an ass at me. ooc] None. word count] 963 muse] great music] Lonely Nation - Switchfoot