x..Throw Me Away..x

[ashleigh04]

Lost in her footsteps the mare cantered among the sandy shores. She was Munchie, lead of Rocky Mountains and mates to Freedom Moon. Her black banner flew until she stopped. Infront were stallions and mares, looking as if they were to fight. She was lost, and terribly frightened. She was supposed to head to the lush fields but lost her way. She trotted down to the horses.

She wasn't sure what was happening. An ebon stag like her coloring stood near and then they was the grey. She trotted to where a mare stood. She was talking to the grey horse. As if he had betrayed her. Gently she whispered into the femme's aud. Whats happened? And then she stopped.

[shadie]

[reply after Hazel ^.^]

[Hazel]

<sup>[ Sorry guys...and why again i Munchie here? -is totaly confused- Er, no offence, but is she just here cause leads can go three places cause its kinda taking it too far to wander into everyones posts. ]

All the time the ebon stallion stood and pondered over one question. Should he take his best friend back? The answer seemed to be no, but he had known the ovory stallion for nearly the whole of his lifetime. Could he realy let him down now, when Curse had helped him so much? Storm sighed, but another voice was heard. Am i acting the fool? The question was adressed to him. Peaks flickered as the midnight brute though carfully about what his sister asked him, the question was difficult, for she too had known Curse a great length of time, and had fallen in love at a young age. And answer came to mind; Follow you heart.... But before Storms maw was open, another was speaking. Storm turned, listening to Drift. Arching his neck, Storm finaly decided, but against the grey stags words.

"Sister, follow you heart, for it is the only way to find true happiness, and Curse. If you are willing to become my friend once more, then you shall be welcomed into open arms. And Drift...Drifter, I am sorry, but is is Magics choice. Curse may have run, but he returned. That is a sign of courage, my friend, for he cared not what others thought of him. Pray, be peacful, and do not let this matter ruin the peace of the shores once more, or you would be no better than Denizen."

Yes, such an insult it was to be called after Denizen, the ebon brute who murdered many just to get at his father. He snorted and rached his crest, his speech over, but another appeared. Storm rolled his eyes and turned. He di not know the mare, and so he was suspisious. She had the scent of a queen about her, but not the magnificent looks. She was pretty, but not as beautiful as his dear sister Magic or his mate Dream, or any of his other mares actualy. She dipped his creat towards her.

"May I ask, lady, who are you?"</sup>

[shadie]

<sup>Nape arched as the wind toyed with silken threads, nares flared ever so softly as he watched Magic without a word, Magic who looked to Storm for adive only she herself could give. He sighed it would all take a great deal of time to work itself out. Every last piece needed work.

Finally Magic admited to it, this he had known all along he was no fool but he did not step forward to get any closer to her. That was on her own terms and not his. Before the ivory stallion could do anything the sound of daggers could be heard tearing through the lands, they seemed quiet mad at that but this did not intimidate the ivory stallion and it wouldn't.

He had grown older, and was in the prime years of his life no longer the begaining where he was contasntly watched after he was the one who watched after himself now.. there was no more to tell him what to do and where to turn.

The stallion seemed angry, a draft breed but he lacked the speed and the cunning possessed by the ivory who stood by him. A sneer was plastered on his maw, "Don't." the words were spoken simply, not cockily. His voice was cool and calm showing the ivory had more then whoever this was infront of him who had apparently taking a great liking to Magic.

[I'm gonna be inactive, my nanna died.. ]</sup>

[ashleigh04]

[toxic i'm sorry. Bloody hell Hazel. No thats not the reason and for that matter this is the first time i am bored since her lands on inactive. Why is taking it too far? Can't i rp anymore. God your always having a go.]

[stitchedskull]

Disturbed and offended by the title, he shifted in teh sands, hot breath mixing with the cool breeze. Flints danced, boa arched and shaken, he paced, then calmed. Denizen. The name still stung him and reminded him of the path he nearly fell down. Upon first ariving in the lands he was greated by the bronc, and accepted into the gang. He was young and confused, looking for a path to follow. Months later he was raged at the downfall. But now, he was no longer a hard-headed colt looking to rebel. Yet, no matter how young he was, he regreted wishing to join. Still slustered by the comment, he knew Storm meant nothing.

"I don't wish to force the Lady to come with me. I only wish her not be hurt again. I'd rather see her happy with Curse than miserable with me." Dropping his head slightly he realized he had been forceful, moreso than hoped. Watching Magic with sad, chocolate pools he considered leaving, but what would that show her? That he was a coward, unable to face rejection? Or love? That Curse was better than he? Closing his gazers he snorted into the sand in thought, then rose the crown, still speaking to Storm. "I love her." He turned his head to Magic, unable to smile, then he looked at the Lord. "Never could I live a day knowing I made her suffer. If Curse is the one she loves, he is the one she loves. And I will leave."

[wolf2]

.I can’t stop your heart from breaking,
Can’t make right mistakes we’ve made,
Can’t dry your crying eyes,
For my little angels sake,
I can’t make the sun keep smiling,
Or blow away the clouds,
There’s some things in this old world girl,
I can’t do nothing bout.

.But I can love you,
Like I’ve always done,
And when the hard times come a knocking,
Honey you won’t ever see me run,
I won’t leave you,
When you need a friend,
Can’t make the bad days that much better,
Baby than they’ve ever been,
But I can love you.

.His. words stung. The firest words that her friend had said apon arrival cut a deep scar in her heart. The challange was clear in his voice...but she said nothing. She said nothing for a while, only listning to what was being said. When her brother spoke, her tentsion eased...her heart began to beat easily. But the next words from Driftwood hurt her, "I love her." She didn't want to hurt Driftwood...but she wished not to hurt Curse . The mare felt like she was nothing but trouble. The thought ran across to sail off the cliffs...but she was not this weak. Her mind began to ache from thought on how to settle this... did she loved Curse? and did wished to be with him? and the thought of breaking Driftwoods heart hurt her. She slung her banner to each side in thought, then she ran her head down her front left leg until her feathers tickled her nose. What would the mare do? She thought and thought, she glanced at each equine...even the mare she didn know...then to the sea in a distant stare.
.The. waves were calm, and the sun was setting...soon luna would greet them with night. The stars would hang above her like spirits. The mare just gazed out at the waves thinking...thinking of her choices and what they may lead too. Then the midnight mare of Spirit and Feather spoke...

.Can’t hold back the ocean waves,
Or stop a sinking ship,
Can’t make a mountain move,
Or tell you how to live.

.But I can love you,
Like I’ve always done,
And when the hard times come a knocking,
Honey you won’t ever see me run,
I won’t leave you,
When you need a friend,
Can’t make the bad days that much better,
Baby than they’ve ever been,
But I can love you.

."Curse...I am sorry, but I don't want to be hurt agian...".

.And I won’t leave you,
When you need a friend,
Can’t make the bad days that much better,
Baby than they’ve ever been,
But I can love you,
But I can love you.

[stitchedskull]

It wasn't what he expected to hear, but it was what he wished more than anything. Throwing himself to the heavens like a colt, he hardly touched ground before bolting to Magic's dark side. Running his maw along her boa, amber pools closed for a moment. In that second it felt like it was just him and Magic. Magic and him and the waves singing them sweet songs. It was a second of perfect, of peace and happiness. When no one else could harm them, nothing could come between his maw and her boa. The second though, was alas a second. His mind flooded again with antisipation. What now? Would Curse challenge him? Would he congradulate them, and a friendship blosom, or would he leave? In fact, it was not the begining, nor the tail he wished. If that ivory bronc wished to be friends, he would have a brave companion. Lipping a tassel before he let his crown rise, he looked to Storm. A small amount of an emotion clung in his eyes, almost an apologetic look. Then, his boa arched his pools to the heart-breaker.

"Curse..." He wasn't sure what to say. Never had the stallion been in love, especiall one this complicated. "Curse I'm sorry. But what goes around, comes around. If you truely love Magic, you'll take my forgivness for hurting her, and my apology." He dipped his crania in respect to the old king.

[wolf2]

-Magic has left, since Drift was talking to Curse...and he's gone.-