[x] am i just a fool

[D o v e]

A lone pale mare walked across the sands, her hooves sliding sideways into the windswept dunes. Her soft brown eyes gazed off into the distance forlornly as she walked in silence. The mare was six summers of age and though she had resided here in these lands for nearly two years she did not feel as if they were her home. A soft sigh escaped her blackened muzzle and Dove simply walked across the sand dunes of her herd lands lost in thought.
Is it not cruel that I reside her, yet I do not belong here? Perhaps I should never have returned…
It was the same dark, secret thought that had been on her mind since her delicate hooves had sunk into the sands. She had returned to the Sandy Shores after disappearing; as a mirage does in the hot desert when you wish to reach out and touch it, it had simply been as if she had never been there at all and in truth she rarely had been in her herd lands. Dove halted, the dying sun casting its final rays upon her pale gray figure. She raised her elegant muzzle to the blue twilight skies above and again sighed, saying softly.

Perhaps I should not have returned…

Perhaps I am just a fool, a fool for returning to this place...it was once my home...but what is it now?
So much had changed, would there still be anyone in this land that remembered her? Would there still be anyone that she remembered? Dove did not know. She was not sure that she could continue on, but she had to do her best and try...if there was a face from the past she could at least see, she would be happy. She had disappeared before the battle...she does not know that Spirit is long since past and that these lands were no longer belonging to him.

She stood there, her figure etched against the dying rays of the sun as the tide ebbed low. Her soft brown eyes turned out to the horizon on the ocean and she watched the sun dip low. Her black legs slanted in the sands were they had sunk and they remained as still as stone pillars. At last she had come back... A delicate whinny racked her frame calling hopefully into the dying day.
Please...let there be a friend still here...

[wolf2]

<sup>The ebony mare walked along the shore. Her love was going to fight the unknown stallion for the land, and Storm would give Curse the land...this was a large change to her. If Curse began lead stag...she would be lead mare right? And that meant that she would have to watch over the whole herd...right? Her mother had been lead once...just for a while. Magic shook the thoughts from her mind....no need to worry about it.

As she walked along, watching the waves wash over the shore, and as her daggers made marks in the sand...she thought of the foal that was soon to come. Spring...in Spring she would carry her and her love's lines. She began to ponder about names. A colt, maybe Cursed Spirit...named after her love and father or Desperado. A filly...maybe Seagull or Rain. Soon she would have to talk to Curse...and come up with names and plans...she wanted to make sure the foal was looked after. The more she thought about it...the more she loved the thought of a foal. Would the foal have feathered hooves like her? She had got them from her mother...would it pass on? She decided not to worry about what traits it would have, for in the making it wouldn't matter...it would be her foal...her first foal....


Muddy pools caught sight of a pale mare...this mare, she had seen her before...when she was a foal she thought. She couldn't remember the mares name...for she hadn't spoke to her. She had just seen the mare once before, did the mare know her? Timidly she stopped, now only a few feet. Her heart began to pound...and a few beads of sweat trickled down her neck. Her lobes sat hight on her head, catching any sound. She took a small step back, then her feathered hooves rested agian...

She tried to speak, but nothing came out....she was too close. She backed up a few more feet, and shy melodies apperared...

"I'm Magic...daughter of Feather and Spirit..."</sup>

[zozo]

<sub>Dead diamonds hardly registered that the blank baren rock of her shelter no longer caged her dappled bod. A mountain was where she lived, but not her home. No, never. The Tropical islands would always run through her blood, but her own selfishness had caused the fea to flee from her own fear like the coward the was.

Nares caught new scents, though pools never lifted to gaze at what now held her. It did not matter. Nothing matterd now Oasis was no longer beside her love. He did not care for her, did not love her for he had given her heart to another.

Daggers began to sink in golden grains, such a comforting feeling, but also the bearer of much pain. Greyscale images of long ago, flashbacks of when she lived. Laughter trilled through a steed of ebon, a mare of flames and her own chassis of dark dapples 'pon blanket of snow. The inseperable trio. A knife twisting in her heart, for she could never return to those days.

Every dragging step caused so much inner pain. But Summers Oasis had realised that the whole of Night Sky was so empty. Not a soul had crossed her path for moons. In solitude, with only broken memories to drive her mental.

Suddenly, crown lifted to emit her anguish in one terrible scream. A trembling whinny to echo round and round inside her head before dieing 'pon a frightful zephry. Not only misery, but terrable fiery anger. How can it all have messed up so badly? Why was no one finding her broken bod? But more than that, the hatred of every living stallion grew stronger with every heartbeat. They all were the same, cruel creatures caring for only their own desires.

How she longed to end it all.</sub>

[D o v e]

Dove stood the silence filling the abyss around her with the stillness of the coming night. Her delicate blackened muzzle lowered, her skull dipping down lower to the sand. Her black mane slipped down her neck, her forelock shading her soft eyes...how could she have been so foolish as to return here...there was no one here to remember her, she had been gone too long...but, though her mind remained focused on her misery her ears caught the sounds of hoofbeats. It was a slow reaction, but both her ears flipped back and she raised her head, her neck slowly arching around to let her soft brown eyes see the ebon mare approaching. A small spark of hope entered her eyes, perhaps there was life yet out there that she would recognize.

She watched the figure get closer and Dove's eyes softened as she saw how shy the other mare was. She seemed quite frightened and she could tell that she was so nervous. Dove lowered her skull slightly in greeting and when she spoke her name there was a flash of pain and sorrow through her eyes. Feather... Dove felt so senile, had she forgotten the mare? The picture of the large mare came into her mind...as well as the black stallion, Spirit. She just wanted to see him again, to go back to when she had been here two years before...to go back to when things were normal.

Dove was about to reply and give her name to the ebon mare and state that she knew her mother. Her lips parted to speak but then she heard the shrill whinny of another mare. Her ears swiveled and her head turned.

[wolf2]

Magic calmed as the mare showed kindness, and she let her ebon' tassels drift down to cover her muddy pools. She was a few inches shorter than her mother, but her feathered hooves were just the same. Memories of her foal hood swept in her mind, this mare...she had seen once. No words were exchanged...and she didn't know if this mare had seen her. A simple glance that lasted through the years. She waited for the mare to speak, but then a squeal in the darkness sent shivers up the young mare's spine. She jumped back, her whites showing...but something made her bolt forward to the mare. She was shy, really terrified by strangers...but the sound of pain she could not ignore for she had felt pain. Not a lot of physical pain, but emotional. Her father's death had scent her in a depression, but now she was out of it and understood death. The closing of a long story, and a portal to a real home.

She stopped as she reached the spotted mare, she wouldn't get close...for her fear and shyness. Magic nickered quietly, just the let the other mare know that she was present. She hoped nothing was seriously wrong with the mare, but she didn't;t know of the mare's heart ache. Magic remembered a small scene with Young mare that looked like this mare...but brown. She had been with a fiery colored stallion...their names she couldn't recall.

Magic waited, waited for the next move to be made...