[:]Dream Away.. [:]

[shadie]

.Phantoms _inthe..

The feminie dug her daggers into the rocks of the cliff, and looked around wearily. There was nothing here and it looked as though there was plenty risk of collapsing but she was used to it, being Mustange born and bred. Dusted brujioet tossed her crown and strained her harks for any sound besdies the roar of the ocean's waves. Each time they'd crash and pull back.. retreating only to gather their energy again and then the same crash and retreat motion would happen over and over. Seeming to go on as long as Earth itself had been here. The equine stood looking at the sun, the sun a mighty beast. It was the god of all nine planets which revolved around it like waiting servents. Unfortunatly this equine was not of the brain level of a human so saw the sun only as a glowing ball of fire.

Flicking her whipchord briefly she stood with her back to the sun, having changed directions so the rays were not in her eyes and did not blind her. The ocean was calm today, she seemed to be in a good mood. Stellar thought the ocean female for they had similar ways of acting. When a female got mad she'd show it and the end result wasn't good but when she was calm she was peaceful and a harbor for life. The ocean could bring distruciton as well as life, just like a mare could. The emerald waters glittered as the occasional small wave would spurr up and one could see the white seafoam that road ontop similar to a human surfer and his surfboard.

.Night.

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[Meg]

[./I reaspond, no?Xxx]
Great talons made of steel gathered the swept the large steed down the banks of the clifflands. The wind blew back his long tassels that stirred about his chest and flanks. A long lock of hair fell over his gentle eyes, making him look like an outlaw. Stopping upon the shores, he allowed the waves to claim his hooves for a moment's second, before it swept back out to sea. A graceful smile played at his kissers as he stood longingly out over the waves to his home. Soon he would be back there, after he had gathered more mares.

Turning back from the waves, his gentle orbs gazed over the clifflands, searching for a worthy fae. They all were pretty and cute and cuddly, but many of them were just useless mares. Not trustworthy or useful. They would just cause more harm to his harem then good. With a sigh, he picked up his talons and stirred in an oppisite direction of all the mares that grouped together. It was like a mustang auction, one he had once been in; crowded together and everyone hoping for a good home. His heart broke every time he passed a mare. He wanted all of them to have safe homes, he wanted to help them all. But as a leader, he could only choose the strong and worthy.

Walking distressed along the beach, his gentle orbs locked on the sand, he soon came across hoof prints in the sand. Hoof prints that were all alone, meaning a mare was out there all alone. Maybe this mare was strong, and like the rest that he had collected into a small family at the island. His tassels blew back as he picked up a graceful trot, his feathers swishing over his talons as he followed the prints in the sand.

Falling behind a dark mare, he stopped in his tracks. She was pretty, and looked of that of a mustang lineage, but she was so small! He almost giggled at her size, standing next to her, he would look even more of a gaint then he already did. He stood 18hh, and his beautiful onyx coat gleamed in the sun. His muscles stood out in fine texture and his tassels swayed majesticly. He was a knight in shining armor to most mares, well others thought him old, ugly, and stupid. With a snort, he approached her with soft, gentle noises so she wouldn't frighten at him. Bowing before her elegantly, he spoke softly.

"Hello, fair maiden. I'd be Windago of the Tropical Isle. You, my dear?"

He asked sweetly, a soft kind grin applied to his mug.