§ Paso Duo

[bliss]

Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose, only time

Dark tresses whipped violently at her neck as she pressed through the compelling wind. Her eyes narrowed as she climbed the steep cliff, her body rippling with labor.
The brutal sound of crashing waves below roared in her ears.
Feeling that she was taking far too long to ascend a mere hill, the mare produced a thrusting canter, her hind legs shoving off the ground vehemently. She never experienced such wicked conditions before, and it was rather appalling.

Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies, only time
And who can say why your heart cries
When your love lies, only time

Rain splattered her slick bay hide, sending occasional chills throughout her body. It didn’t seem that the storm was going to end any time soon, which was a worry. The shores were almost completely flooded, and nothing was stopping the water from rising any higher. Another thing she noticed was that some of the area appeared scorched. A fire must have recently broken out upon the land. How depressing…

Who can say when the roads meet
That love might be in your heart
And who can say when the day sleeps
If the night keeps all your heart
Night keeps all your heart

At last she completed her climb, standing atop the grassy cliff and overlooking the churning ocean. How awful it would be if someone were swept away from the safety of land by the ruthless hands of the aquatic mass… being forced under the currents and the tossing motion of the waves. The thought of it make her feel uneasy, and she found herself looking down. Her eyes gazed at the panorama below her, and she swayed slightly. Falling from where she was standing wouldn’t have been a pleasant death either.
Her insides eased as she looked back up to once again view the ostensibly endless ocean. The murky sky above made her senses tingle anxiously.

Who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
- Only time
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time

Lobes flattened and she exhaled heavily. There was a deep note of thunder and she turned her crania to look behind her. Were on earth was her sister? A distressed snort emitted loudly from her nares as she returned her focus ahead of her. She decided to wait a little longer before calling to her sibling. Fretting was something she really didn’t feel like doing at the time, seeing as the storm was unsettling her enough.

Who knows? Only time...

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[wolf2]

†. It's a little too late...

†. The paso mare's jet stockings moved side to side in a starnge dance. She carried her head high and let it weave with her legs. The rain soaked her bay pelt, and made her veil stick to her neck. Her banner was nothing but a wet mass, and her forlock lay tangled on her head. She was falling behind her sister...oh well she'd catch up to her. Still caught up in her little dance, the mare looked up to the grey skies. A flash of lightning followed by a rumble of thunder sent a shiver down her spine. She looked back behind her, the land seemed charred... what was wrong here?

It’s a little too late
I’m a little too gone,
A little too tired of this hangin’ on
So I’m letting go while I’m still strong enough to
It’s got a little too sad
I’m a little too blue
It’s a little too bad
You were too good to be true
I’m big time over you baby
It’s a little too late

†. The mare's eyes caught sight of what lay just over the cliff.... a nasty fall. She saw her sister looking out toward to sea, probally caught up in one of her moments of picturing what kind of death it would make. Mockingbird stooped danceing, and trotted forward. She didn't need her sister watching her, for she knew what would happen. Nag, nag, nag.... Mockingbird new she was different. Her theroey was that she was normal and everyone else was different... I mean come on they were all differnt from her right?

No I don’t want to want to talk about what we can do about us anymore
Only time you and me wastin’ is the time it takes to walk right out that door
Yeah talk about water under the bridge,
You should know by now girl that’s all this is

†. The mare slowed to a walk, then to an almost creep. The rain fell upon her hide, making her feel refreshed. Thunder rolled across the dark skies. Lightning flashed and daced. The rain, such a plesent thing... but this one seemed to last forever. The bay paso mare stopped beside her sister looking for words to say. Hmmmm.... nothing mean.... but not lovey dovey crap either. It crossed her mind... she knew just what to say.

It’s a little too late,
I’m a little too gone,
A little too tired of just hangin’ on
I’m letting go while I’m still strong enough to
It’s got a little too sad,
I’m a little too blue
It’s a little too bad
You were too good to be true
I’m big time over you baby
It’s a little too late

†."Boo!"

There was a time,
this heart of mine,
would take you back every time
don’t you know
It’s been two packs of cigaretts
a sleepless night
a nervous wreck, a day ago.
Now you ain’t got no business coming around
I’m closing up shop
Shuttin’ us down

†. The crazed mare found herself about to bust out laughing when a roar of thunder startled her. It sent an unwelcomed cold shiver down her spine, and a strange look upon her face. The mare knew that would be held agianst her... forever. The mare found herself looking over the edge of the cliff. She saw waves pounding the rocky bottem... big waves. The white caps would almost launch up the cliff wall. The mare then looked outward to sea, no dolphins today. The mare then looked at her sister...waiting for her speech.

It’s a little too late,
I’m a little too gone,
A little too tired of just hangin’ on
I’m letting go while I’m still strong enough to
It’s got a little too sad,
I’m a little too blue
It’s a little too bad
You were too good to be true
I’m big time over you baby
It’s a little too late
I’m big time over you baby,
It’s a little too late

[bliss]

Finding her sister’s actions not so amusing, she turned her cranium leisurely to face her.
“You’re attempts to startle me never end in avail… when will you learn?”
She said in a jaded manner and looked again to the sea. A slightly embellished sigh slipped her mug and she shook her thick locks about. The wind suddenly changed directions, and caused the rain to thrash at her face directly.
“Some weather…”

She said and tossed her head irritably at the raindrops lashing at her face. There was no way to shun the rain in the direction she was standing, so the mare turned her quarters to the sea. This helped somewhat, and she lowered her head.

Lightning cackled and let it's laughter ring all across the area. Her lobes flicked at the piercing sound. Back at home they would be in their stalls probably passing the time by munching silently on soft golden hay.

Another snort slipped and she chewed on the thought for a while. Vystinity was in fact very happy to be out in the rain rather than in a cozy stall. The life of a pampered show horse wasn't very exciting. Sure the owners were nice and caring, but who needed it? Being free was so much better... no boundaries. You were completely independant... you can be a fiery as you want and wont get punished for doing so. She didnt have to do those ludicrous dances anymore.
She always felt like such a show clown...
No more would she be controlled under the influence of a saddle.

Her head raised and looked to the far right... then to the left. Her body was filling with exhileration as she observed the lands before her.
No fences...
None.
Nothing to stop her from going as far or as fast as she desired. Without warning, she exploded into a gallop, rushing down the steep hill with wide, dynamic strides. She luckily didn't slip on the soaked grass or loose balance on the way down. Her momentum increased as she found flatter ground and the mare raced across the vast territory.
A thrilled neigh erupted from her cords and her back legs kicked out blissfully.
Freedom was wonderful... in rain or sunny weather...
Nothing could surpass this feeling.

Vystinity called out to Mockingbird who was still atop the cliff and she slowed to a nice, smooth canter.

[wolf2]

†. It's a little too late...

<sup>†. Mockingbird flipped her forelock to one side, an mumbled under her breath that there was nothing to learn. Mockingbird watched as lightning flickered and thunder called, she could be in a warm stall right now. Mockingbird had the same feeling that her sister had. She loved to dance, but not in front of millions of eyes. People papering her, she couldn't handle it. She hated to be brushed, and saddled. Most of all she hated to be ridden. She always bucked two or three times before she settled down. Mockingbird also didn't like the idea of being bred. Her owners were thinking about it, but Mockingbird didn't like being forced to do anything.
†. All her thoughts were interrupted by a call from her sister, she hadn't noticed she even left. The thought of being forever free made Mockingbird hyper and full of happiness. She half reared, letting her mane and forelock dance in the rain. Her dull daggers made a beat as she galloped down the cliff. She held her head high, and let her banner flow freely behind her. Her mane, forelock, and banner looked like black fire dancing in the rain. Her black stockings were nothing more than a blur of motion. Her bay coat was getting soaked by the rain, but she didn't care. Mockingbird got close to her sister, and felt a want to play. She bucked, and kicked out... careful not to hit her sister. She neighed in a high pitched lyric. She tossed her head and bucked some more. Then she ran at her sister, bucked in a circle. She didn't want to kick her sister, so she was careful... somewhat.

†."You can't catch me!"

†.She called out then dashed away as fast as she could. her dull daggers made prints in the soft,wet ground. If she wasn't careful she would slip...</sup>

[bliss]

“You can’t catch me!”
Called her sister, then she watched as Mockingbird rushed past with an incredible sum of speed. Oh can’t I? Thought she. Vystinity lunged forward and pursued her erratic sister.
Goodness she's gotten fast over the years.
Her muscles worked rashly to help carry her faster. The fiery sensation within her was about the only thing keeping her going. The grass was dangerously soaked. One erroneous movement and she would slip.
Almost... there... She rested her ears back and stretched her boa forward; her maw open and ready to nip the mare's hide.

[Short]

[wolf2]

[.I'll reply soon, alright... been busy the last few days...]

[wolf2]

^{†. It's A little to Late}

<sup>†. The bay mare felt a nip of her dark hide. She peered behind her to see her sister, she had caught her. Rain still danced upon the land, but it seemed to drizzle. Still the earth was wet and charred, a bad place to run... but this mare had no sense with in her. Her fine Paso head was lowered even with her whithers. Her cherry wood tinted auds lay upon her skull, and her jet forelock was slightly blown back. Her veil was wet, so it did little dancing and more sticking. Her body was dark cherry wood, and her legs were glazed with jet stockings. Her veil, banner, and forelock were a rich healthy jet color, and her maw was lighter jet. The mare was quite beautiful, both of them were.

†. The mare's back daggers left the earth in a buck, kicking up to the heavens in a rush of freedom. How she loved this feeling of freedom. No more stalls, riders, or breeding to worthless stallions in her mind. She could chose who she dealt with and who she didn't now. Her life was filled with the simple but complected thing, freedom. This land of Night Sky Equines may have been burnt and flooded, but it was her home now. The mare tossed her heels again, and agian... happy she could now do it when she pleased. She tossed her head, allowing the winds to wash over her face. Her wet forelock was blow back by their power... she loved the power of the winds.

†. Her muddy pools turned to look at her sister, where would they go to? Who would they live with? She knew of these bans called herds. Wild horses living together as a big family... which herd would be their family? When? The mare shook these thoughts away by turning on her haunches in a pivot toward her sister. She was tired of the curse, it. Her dull daggers Carried her across wet and charred earth, care free. A single wrong step and the mare would lay on the ground, but the mare didn't care. If she fell, it would be in freedom. Mockingbird tried to carry her legs faster, she knew if she weren't careful she could gallop right over the cliff's edge. The mare began to get closer to her sister, and as she did she got ready to make her move.

†. "Closer, just a little closer..." The mare thought as she tried to pick up even more speed, she wasn't thinking about the wet earth. She was so close to her sister she began to stretch out her neck to nip her side, allowing her to carry the it curse once more, but she could feel a misstep. Her body began to tumble toward the earth, and her daggers tried to slide... but the mare was attempting to pick herself back up. Her side felt the wet earth, she hadn't been able to pick her self up as she hoped. Mockingbird just lie there for a moment, with a sharp pain rushing through her body. Soon she picked up her head to look at her sister.

†. "Meant to do that... adds drama you know..."</sup>