./my paper heart

[Meg]

The hospice is a relaxing weekend getaway.
Where you're a cut above all the rest sick and sad patients.
On first name basis with all the top physicians.
Prescribe pills to offset the shakes.
To offset the pills you know you should,

"Take it a day at a time."

He whispered softly to himself. His heart thrummed his chest and throat. His mouth was dry, and his eyes were glazed with red. He was tired, as he laid upon the hot sands of his tropical isle. "This is almost as bad as the desert was. God, give us a summer rain." He thought to himself. His eyes looking to the sky as he thought.

Each time he breathed, a slight wheeze came with it. He was so tired and thirsty, and his limbs were so achy from walking the edges of the isle. He had needed to check the outskirts of the land, to make sure there were no resent changes to the isle. There had been a few. At 'Arrow Point'; the cliff that had stuck out like an arrow, which gave it it's name, had crumbled. Now it was dangerous to wander out to the edge and stand out looking over the waves.

'Mirror Pool'; the pool that the waterfall fell into and he had his daughter had loved to visit when she was younger, was flooding. The ground was wet and marshy. Not good for horses to gallop on unless they wished to break a leg.

But for now, he would rest, and tell the other's later of this news. Right now, he needed to stand and wander to a drinking well. Filling his lungs with sweet, clean tropical air, he stood with a sigh. Shaking his onyx coat free of the tiny grains of golden, he plodded slowly to a pool of water.

Gazing down, he saw his reflection. A tall black knight, with long curly tassels that sweep back over his back and almost reached his chest. A tumbling forelock that fell over his left eye, giving him an outlaw look. A broad, strong chest, sturdy long legs, and large dinner plater sized hooves that sank in the sand. He also saw deep brown eyes that were gentle.

But they held a far off, in a dream look in them, something almost like he was looking for something he held dear and wanted back. A look that you could just get lost in, looking for the answers as to where Windago had gone, and what was he looking for. His eyes were like this because in his mind, he was searching for something. Oasis.

With a soft snort, he smacked his mug into the water and flung his dial to the side. Sending millions of rainbow droplets into the sky, and making the water ripple away his reflection. Lowering his long boa down, he dipped his mug into the water, closing his eyes, he drank thirstily.

Once he had his drink, he raised his broad head up, and looked about him. He was so lonely now days. He missed so much of his old life. He missed when he was just a young rascal, and didn't have a land. When he and Vinny almost fought for the 'Rocky Mountains'. And when he had wandered about looking for mares to form a small group.

He remembered stumbling over a fine mare by the name of Crow'sia. Her name left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. How he and Vinny had fought neck and neck for her, and then when he had rightfully won, she just left him. He remembered his anger and hurt when she walked away. God she was a crazy mare, and she had guts.

He also remembered finding Aurora on the beach. Making his home at the 'Vast Desert'. He also remembered a long time ago, a spotted maiden he had falling madly in love with the moment he saw her on the beach, cowering under his talons. She had been so afraid of him, and he had given her wings to soar above him. And she had learned to love him back.

He grinned a half grin, remembering was fun, but sad too. Now he was half driven crazed by the loneliness he had all of a sudden. With a thump of his left forehoof, he reared back. His tassels swept into the air, and a grunt came from his chest as he whinnied out to someone to talk to.

"Running late?"

Watch your mouth, because your speech is slurred enough,
That you just might swallow your tongue.
That's when you stutter something profound to the support on the line.
And with the way you've been talking,
Every word gets you a step closer to

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[zozo]

<sup>Pillars of dappled glaze swept soundlessly across the carpet of struggling rushes. The hardy brown tinged plants that somehow managed to grasp liquid from the packed golden grains 'pon the beach. Daggers treading over the bushes until the shaded thicket no longer blocked the smiling sun's rays to caress her feminine back. Her bulk was slighter than her father's, the petite chassi of an Appy, in perfect revelance to her dam; Oasis.

Elegant tiara held proud though surveying with worried pools how the beautiful lands suffered a hot summer. Shaking cranium, spinning shining locks in a halo about dial, a smile unable to be held frm moonwashed kissers as mind wondered to thought of her love, Anubis. A delicate wistful sigh of love, yet a churning of worry as the shy fea summoned the courage to ask the stallion for a babe of their own.

Pistons curned into a more lively gait, gliding along the beach, following the line of emerald foliage as they prayed to the heavens for liquid droplets to quench their thirst. Nares suddenly flared as the scent of the lead and her father grew stronger. The musky masuline scent of the Freisan invading every corner of the floating isle, but that aroma had suddenly got stronger in the last few paces of her strides.

Her dotted chassi only took a moments thought before turning her course to glide through the foliage to where a precious water source settled in the shade where the greedy famed orb in the azure could not steal the liquid. There stood the frame of Windago, and as Miracle advanced from the opposite side of the pool of water, she felt droplets spatter accross her dooted hide. An infantile laughter spring from her throat as the maiden tossed nape and playfully returned the splash 'pon the ebony bulk of her sire. A smile and gentle nicker of welcome as pillars bobbed to a gentler gait, finally coming to a resltess halt beside her father.

The femmora was not innocent enough to ignore the tension that had sprung between them. Yet bereifit of the facts. It had seemed that Oasis and Windago had left their daughter to her own devices whilst they mended their rift. No chords sprung to her throat, and voids were shockd when they surveyed the neglect Windago had to take care of himself. Strain had pulled at his features and brawny sinew. But Miracle knew not how to help in the awkward situation. It seemd her role was to simply be the Princess and find love in a childhoos sweetheart. Not trusted yet to involved with adult issues? Maybe not. She had not yet had the chance to find out.

Creamy plume flicked accross haunches as she stood in companiable silence, letting time wind the threads of the future.</sup>

[Meg]

His orbs had been cast over his rippling reflection to a spotted femme that looked just like his dove. He knew her not so, he was the only one that could truely tell the mother and daughter apart, for one was his dove, and the other was the love that came from his dove. Confusing, eh? Not really. His own bubbly laugh surfaced hearing her bell chimes sound out. Grinning, he turned to her spotted chassi, and without a moments hesaitation, he fell into her grip.

His boa wrapped about hers, that pure creamy ivory shining brightly against his brillant onyx hide, his tassels swept over her boa, covering her own. He fell upon her shoulder with a sob. Very dramatic? No. Just heart wrenching.

He hadn't seen his daughter very much, and even when she was young she was constantly being passed between him and Oasis, like a divorced couple. And there were times when she was lost in the confusion of whether they loved each other or not. Windago regretted laying such a painful memory on her priceless soul to scar it. He felt horrid for the times he had just left her and went off galloping after his dream to the very end of the earth, where he had taken a bad stumble and had fallen. Now he was just lost.

He sobbed softly in her sweet smell so much like her mother's. No tears fell from the great stag, for horse's were unable to let the tiny diamonds of fate fall from their eyes. A cursing upon the Equine race. But they still could break down. That was what Windago was doing. His mug was burried deep in her tassels, and he slouched underneth her like a yearling stag. His little whimpers were just heart breaking to hear. An old, strong, powerful, and wise stag breaking under the curse of love.

He trembled against her, and finally, when the 'shakes' had gone, he had regained control over himself. He remained in her grip, pressed against his only child, but stood slightly taller. With a grunt at clearing his throat, he allowed rasped, dry, and a soft, scared voice to come from his flutes.

"Mircale. My daughter. I am sorry. An old stag like me takes stumbles sometimes."

He gazed into her beautiful, bright eyes that shone with such fullfillment and duty. His own lost orbs looking deep into hers. Maybe, if he tried hard enough he could catch a glimpse of Oasis locked deep into those beautiful brown eyes. He gulped slightly and turned his broad skull to the side, the hollows above his eyes were heavily sunk in, deep in thought.

Turning back, he nuzzled her softly. It had been so long since he had brushed another horse with a gentle carress of a greeting. Now he felt pride, and almost like taking a fruit at it's ripest moment and tasting that sweet, juicy taste, he got that tingly feeling all over his hide that felt soo good. He smiled softly, and shook his coat nervously, tossing about his tassels from side to side. His long banner whipped around and smacked his brawny hide, sweeping away the bloodsuckers that clinged to him in the Summer.

"Have you heard of your mother recently? Is she well?..."

He asked softly. There was so much he wanted to ask, but surely this young, flirtatous daughter of his wouldn't know quite yet whether the old spotted maiden still loved the old dark knight. If she knew, would she tell? And would she tell of any secert ways of willing Oasis's heart back? Surely not.

He groaned slightly. Could he ever take his mind off of Oasis for even a second? It was like he was locked on to her, and could find no other good topic to talk of. That was the truth, nowdays a mare would come to him with a problem in her life. And then he would soon become rather annoyed with their yammering on and on and find a quick answer to their problems and send them away as fast as he could. He couldn't stand mares anymore. All they did was flirt, and gossip and flirt some more. Toss their tassels about them, flaunt their banners up around him when they were in season, and when he refused to take them to breeding, they became hurt. He didn't like hurting anyone, but he wanted none other. There were a few he could share a company with; Aurora, Wynne, and Mircale.

That was all. Aurora was Oasis's best friend, and thought of Windago as her father. Mircale, well he was her father! Wynne, the silent one, was there to listen and not talk back. She was a good, strong mare, but shy. She was great for him to talk about the kingdom and what was happening because she took it all in, every word he spoke. She didn't flaunt herself about him, actually since Oasis had returned home he hadn't seen her very much, unless if she was with a newcomer. He would have to remember to find her and have a conversation with her like they used to. His mind switched topics once more, rather rapidly. Oasis...

[Meg]

((Can you tell I have alot of muse?))

[zozo]

(lol. Give me some!
Sorry I have been away so long)

<sup>Talons abubtly shifted the weight of the dainty fea as she beared the ebony bulk of her sire. Shocked and unsure as he crumbled about her knees. Too innocent to know of kind words that could soothe his pain, having been never shown the dagger of a broken heart. Her soul trembled as she felt his radiating sorrow, praying the rift would never break between herself and Anubis. A smile could not help but stain kissers as the young dove even thought of his name. But the trance was quickly broken and concern clouded voids as Windago composed himself. Asserting his usual stance. Miracle shook dainty chassis, gaining the feeling of weightlesness after holding the weight of a broken steed's sorrows.

Thorns flicked at his melodies, feeling uneased once more, it always sent her coat bristling, to know that the strongest thing in her life. The rock of peace and strength, was so shaken and lost to pour his heart out to his daughter. Miracle listened in silence as he asked of her mother. Knowing t'was Oasis whom caused his grief. The youngster was rather akin to her sire, proud, and strong on the inside, despite her appearance. She had not suffered like her mother, and whilst her love for her dam was eternal, unwavering and powerful, not always did she understand Oasis. Slowly the fea shook her delicate tiara, feeling she had let down her sire by being unable to offer any news. She had been too swept up by Anubis to take much note of her parent's whereabouts. She felt too distant from them late to take part in the quaralling. Too afraid of being trapped and isolated between them both. Anubis had soothed her worries, made her feel wanted and loved while Windago and Oasis temporarily forgot there was another's life in the balance also.

I have not seen much of Oasis. But I know she has not ventured from the isle. You know how she often likes to wonder the depths of the forest

Miracle rolled sparkling emerald orbs at her father. She couldn't understand why her spotted dam would sometimes leave the herd for days on end. Miracle herself loved the company of others, attention, and of course not to be away from her childhood sweetheart. Her heart swelled with as the femmora knew she ould seek the flamed steed soon. Hoping to gather the courage to ask for a babe, knowing his love was present, but trust enough to honour her with one of his own seeds? Motherhood excited the dove, even if some would still say her age was a little young. Her physique had filled beautifully, a fine vessel for carrying a babe. Silky locks and flawless hide, a perfect daughter for the charcoal king. And Miracle revelled in her title of Princess. Knowing that even if she was sometimes forgotten, Anubis would never forget or leave her.</sup>

[Meg]

He sighed softly, his dial lowering until his mug touched the sand. He just missed her so much, why couldn't anyone understand that he needed her like he needed the breath in his lungs? It was like the very beat from his heart had slowed until his heart was barely beating since she had left. He just wished he could tell her how much he truelly loved her, without her leaving, or not believing his heart felt words.

Raising his dial up and pricked his auds to his baby girl's words. "You know how she often likes to wonder the depths of the forest..." They rang in his ears. Yes he did know. How come he never thought of going and finding her? And talking to her? Because she would most likely shove him away, or run away. He didn't want her to go. He loved to catch the small scent of her in the wind on the breezy days. Sometimes he just could close his eyes and image her close to him as she used to be.

He looked into the depts of the forest as he thought. He could have sworn he saw a glimpst of white among the branchs... Probally his imagination. He needed to find her though. Shaking his dial to clear his thoughts of just running into there, leaving Mircale, and looking for her for a while. Looking back at his daughter, he noticed she held a dreamlike look upon her mug.

Chuckling, he knew just what she was thinking, for he had thought of it every time he had seen Oasis at the Desert. Now he had Mircale. Nuzzling her, he spoke softly.

"Baby Doll, are you in love with the knight Anubis?

Running his mug over hers, he pressed his cheek to hers and sighed. Aw, young love, the sweetest thing that can posse a young creature. He had it once, and still did whenever he saw her. When he just caught a glimpst of Oasis, he always felt so refreshed and rejuvenated. He just wanted to hold her again. A longing feeling passed over him again, and he looked deep into the forests, just wishing to see her come out and greet him like she used to.'
[Occ: Sorry, I forgot about this. Now I have like no muse...]

[zozo]

The lovesick grin that was spread across moonwashed kissers spread to the distant twinkle in the dove's pools. Yet her trance was suddenly broken as her sire whispred soft knowing words as his regal crown clashed with her own feminine tiara.

If heat could rise to the doe's cheeks, Miracle would have blushed, but as it was, crystal voids dropped slightly from the rippling bulk of ebon that clung to her side; to the emerald loam beneath. A shy smirk crept over facade, as if being caught red-handed in an act. Windago's daughter felt shy at this conversation of love, hoping her sire wouldn't get too protective when he knew of her love. But it seemed in the knowing spark in the mascu's voids, that he knew already of her secret sweetheart romance.

With all my heart. Anubis is my life, soul and heart. And I hope......to soon have a babe with the steed.

Miracle whispered with passion. Pulling polka dot cranium slightly from her fahter's grasp. To view Windago eye to eye as she spilt her secret. But as her lyrics fell from labrums, the femmora felt guilty. For of course, she needn't tell Windago how love worked.

Miracle remained in silence, pondering her own lyrics, and every situation that surrunded her 'pon this isle of love and lost love.

Miracle was almost right in her guess to the whereabouts of her dam. For Oasis surely was wondering the isle solo. But the path that weary dagges trod were closer to the coast. The Appaloosa had been keeping to the shadows, but wondering 'pon the edge of the shorline. Keeping orbs 'pon the other equines, and had found out the relationship of Aurora and Colburn. A love that chilled the blood of the dotted minx.

Now, nares had caught the scent of her dear daughter. Oasis felt guilty when she thought of what Miracle was feeling when her family was being held together by string. Knowing she could be missing the most important parts of her daugher's life. The threads of guilt had been slowly crushing her heart, she was lucky enough to have Miralce nearby, but was selfish enough not to let her presence known to her only daughter. Well, the only one she knew about.

Talons moved gracefully through the undergrowth. Polka dot chassi pushing through the emerald strands and vines that covered the forests. Feminine tiara lifted to the azure yonder. nares flaring to cath the familiar aroma of her daughter. There was a lot of catching up to do. As Oasis tracked down the perfume, another toxicating scent overpowered her senses. Windago.

It dizzied her mind with just the distant aroma of the stallion, and Oasis rummaged through her mind files, such was the ins and outs of their relationship, she could not recall if they had last parted ways with hate or love 'pon their minds.

Dotted bodice remained in the wooded shadows, wathing from emerald diamond orbs at the physique of her daughter, and the ebon knight of her love. Their conversation was mosty cnatched by the zephry. But the past Queen, Appaloosa, caught Miracle's last secret with silky perked audits. A grin suddenly spread 'pon moonwashed kissers, and Oasis could remain in the sidelines no longer.

Daggers broke from the clinging emerald undergrowth, the femmora bursting from the thickets at a lively walk to glide to her daughter's side. Melodies of congratulations spilled from maw, and the twinkling in pools shone of a mother's pride. Velvets caressed her daughter's similary hued coat, her little Miracle almost as tall her dam now. Elegant physique feminely filled out, curvacious and the perfect vessel for a babe. Oasis wanted to be with her daughter, be at her side through the rollercoaster of having a child. Reassure and advice through the highs and lows.

Chassi swivelled 'pon haunches, until she came to a slightly uneasy halt before the ebony Leige. Voids now clashed with the steed, only for a heatbeat, before glancing back to Miracle at her side.

Returning the gentle nudges of Oasis, glad to know she would not be alone if a babe was to bless her womb. The dotted Appaloosa cross glanced from her sire, to dotted dam. Deciding she'd better let these lovestruck grownups sort out their differences. Lithe bodice glided gracefully towards Windago, slipping past his brawny left shoulder, feminine tiara tilted towards his regal ebon crown. Labrums letting a passing riddle of advice slip as gentle melodies

Just be what she is not.

Before the vix was gone, daggers taking slender physique into the open clearing. Heading towards the golden grains of the shoreline. Indicating in her cryptic notes to advise her sire that what Oasis needed was what she was not. The strength, power and wisdom that the Appaloosa lacked as the courage in her soul. Authroity and solidarity in her life. Of course, previously, authrity had been her prisoner. But fear was the real crusher, true authority needed repest. And Oasis had mistrusted her respect and trust in the onyx stallion, and fled him when the rollercoaster dipped. The fea knew she had done wrong, but knew not the way to remedy that.

Solo, lonely and afraid
Hold on, something's bound to break
Falling down, running from the promised land
Midnight, and I'm still awake
Don't feel right, haven't slept for days
I'm so tired my thoughts are getting weak
And I'm wired, can i get some peace?

Dotted chassi stood silent and swift, dainty daggers still in their etches 'pon mother earth. Physique was not cowered in fright, nor held high in false pride. The doe was tiring with the charade, just wishing that some kind of conclusion could be resolved from this sticky situation.

Emerald voids clashed with the brilliant diamonds of the steed. Lids closed for a heartbeat over crystal gaze. Feminine lashes splayed over cheekbones. Before revealing chasms to the world once more. Feminine curvature dappled with the dark spots that marred her ivory coat. The fiery glove spilling liquid gold over physique, slightly weary and worn, battered from the emotions that had threatened to cripple the femmora from time to time. But still holding the same beautiful grace, still Oasis.

Suddenly you are here with me
Finding a reason to believe
I know you'll be here to the end of time
And when the night falls all around
My frightened heart the only sound
I know you'll be here to the end of time

[zozo]

(Done! :-D)

[Meg]

[occ; I am thinking really hard for a post that will win Oasis's heart back.. Give me some time]

[Meg]

./Windago
./So here we stand,
In our secret place.
Where the sound of the crowd,
Is so far away.
You take my hand,
And it feels like home.
We both understand...
It's where we belong...\.

He nodded subconciously to Mircale. He was glad she had found true love, and he hoped it would flurish for many, many years. He would be a Grandfather! Him and Oasis would grandparnets together!... Wait. His auds drooped some, and his eyes dulled slightly, as he looked back into the woodlands. Only the wish of her coming out, came true. Real life took over his fantasy world as that beautiful spotted maiden stepped out of the shadow land.

Those beautiful eyes... Why couldn't she see him? Was he invisable to her? He watched Oasis slide next to their child, what a mircale she could be. She truelly lived up to her name. He glanced nervously at Mircale as she passed him; her words slipping into his mind. "Just be what she is not." They rang like bells in his mind. Of course. He had been everything she wasn't, but he had never given it to her. Would they ever have a chance again?

He glanced to the heavens as Mircale left her parnets alone to work out their love fued. "Give me the strength, God, to love her with all my heart. And give her the eyes to see that I do." He prayed silently to himself. Did he believe in God? Pish-posh, that is human crap. But at this moment, he believe in a God that would make his life whole again, and he wanted to get her back more then the breath in his body.

With a trembling sigh, he closed his silvery-brown eye and let his skull drop to the sod. The soft, yellow sunlight fell over his back in patterns left by the tree's leaves. Somewhere in the distance a love bird chirped softly to her mate. Was that a good luck sign? Hopefully it was... Opening his beautiful eyes, he gazed deep into Oasis's. He didn't step toward her, he stood in the same spot he had for what had seemed forever. He would let her take the first move, but let him steal the first words.

"Oasis..."

That was all his dry throat could creak softly to her. Just to call her sweet, sweet blessing that put the softest, sweetest taste in his mouth that made him want to say it again, and again. His eyes brightened at the very same moment he said her name that had been on the tip of his tongue for the last year. He was happy just being within her presence for more then 5 mintues.

With a soft nicker to her, he called softly. He wouldn't push her. She could turn and run away right now if she wished. Though he didn't want her to go, he would let her be free. "You can't cage a free bird." He thought softly.

Nudging his knee absent-mindedly, his long curly tassels rolled down his boa. His dull, colorless bodice stood with no purpose, but to hold her. Knobby knees and ribs that showed, he still was the picture of a knight in shining armor to most mares. His long whipcord flashed behind him, sweeping away the pesky flies that drove him bananas in a moment like this.

./When I find my way back
To your arms again
I will hold you like no other.
But until that day,
You know you are...
The queen of my heart...\.

[occ; Sorry it is so short. I'm trying]

[zozo]

(Sorry hun, I wasn't rushing you, just saying I had finished modifying! Sorry I took so long!)

There was a time when I'd believe in anything but you,
I closed my eyes and let You in,
Ready to let my life begin,
It just hit me, couldn't ignore it,
Heard your voice calling, now I know it!

His sweet husky baritones cut through her trance. Dashing any doubts or creeping suspicions. He still wanted her! As her blessing escaped his inky kissers, the femmora's tiara lifted skywards, chasms clashing with the diamonds of the onyx knight. Subconciously answering every call of this brujo, helplessly being dangled from a string like a puppet. Thorns lifted 'pon dial, trying to read the meaning of his one solo word. The pleading, helpless chord struck a note in the doe's heart. A tremour that seemed to dissolve her gaurd and lay down her defenses, seeming to open the world with a breath of sharp air. Blowing away the mist and fog like needles, leaving pin points of pain prickling her soul and heart. Revealing every fibre of pain the Appaloosa had caused. Such the shock of the ordeal she had put the steed through, Oasis wondered of the origin of her spite to inflict such pain. If WIndago had been her mortal enemy, the dotted fea could not have dealt more torment. Why had she been so stubbon? What had caused the dove to insist on not mending the wound between them?

As the brujo whispered her blessing, Oasis melted. Feeling like a little girl when before this behemoth, his brawny sinew refusing to roll beneath chains of ebony. Refusing to allow the endless chasm of emtpy air to be filled with thier two bods entwined. A flame of passion burst in the dove's chest, blossoming and enveloping her body and soul, stretching through every dappled fibre in polka bodice. She wanted it to end, needed this fued to dissolve. Windago remained motionless, and the doe let sinew relax, the space giving her mind time to rationalise, no pressure crushed the breath from her ribs.

Oasis took a slightly hesitant step forth, one pace closer to her love. The defiant spark died from pools, leaving just a soft emerald gaze, the crystal mirror of love

Can you ever forgive me?

Harmonics were soft, beaten, she was his now. Like a bought possesion, for him to dispose or cherish as he wished, her own spirit died without the brujo at her side. The Appaloosa was not entirely sure what had changed her mind. Did it really matter? Perhaps one could inspect the physiological workings of the femmora, though was there really any logic to this strange dotted minx?

Scythes felt unworthy to advance 'pon the ebony Leige, and so dotted nape stretched forth, velvets craving to collide with the masculine. Her other half. The equine equivelant of holding out one's hand, giving one's life and trust in a precious invisable bundle. What would make you give something as precious as your soul to another? Love. Complete trust in one other being that roams the earth's surface Feminine tiara held berefit, waiting for Windago's onxy mug to meet half way and join their sinew heart and soul.

His soft calling nicker sweet chimes from heaven, and her layrnx replied with a coupling ancient song of whicker. Sometimes there need be no words, and what lyrics could complement a time like this? The right ones, chosen and caressed, wrapped with ribbon and presented 'pon the platter of one's heart. The femmora cared not now what happened, no thought of positions, this land, Aurora, Colburn, or even her daughter. Oasis just wanted to be loved.

Love, like a river, will cut a new path whenever it meets an obstacle.

And indeed this obstacle had threatened their future, threatened the heart's of two equines of earth. A rift sliced sharp between the lives of two, like a poisened arrow. Spiralling out of control from what could have been just a blip. But the past had dissolved, the future was tomorrow, and now only sweet thoughts of Windago plagued the doe's mind. Was it blindness that had plagued her before? Could the Appaloosa not see the love that was spread before her? Well, ti's said that love is blind, but I am sure t'was not meant in that way.

Creamy plume flicked against rump, Oasis had past her prime, yet physique still held the same grace. The heavens gentle lost their azure hue, as the fiery globe started to sink, and spill serene bruised spectrums like an artists masterpiece. Irregular swirls of purple, amber, yellow and crimson. Yet if you gazed long enough, you would notice the subtle patterns emerging from the mottled marble painting.

I wanna see Your face,
I wanna speak Your name,
I wanna tell the whole world how my life has changed,
I'm gonna lift my voice,
Ever to sing Your praise,
As long as I'm alive know that I
I'm living for You.

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[Meg]

She spoke softly; "Can you ever forgive me?" These words echoed in his mind like water waves in a cave. Of course he could forgive her...But could she forgive him? Only if he gave her a chance. Seeing her take her step to him, he smiled and nickered softly. He met her halfway, like he used to.

Stepping out he rubbed her maw. A long lost touch he longed to feel. Just like a child with sticky fingers and candy in their hands, he fell under the spell of love once more. He had wanted to touch her so long. There was no other he could feel safe with. God he missed her! Her touch, her smell. These simple things that were taken from his life and now placed back felt so good to have back. He would never let her go again. Never, if he could stop it. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, where to start? From the beginning of healing both of their torn hearts.

"I forgive you... Do you forgive me?"

These words were simple to say. But they didn't seem satisfying enough for him. He wanted to say a whole long more. Something that would prick her ears and let her almost jump for joy in her heart. Something he wanted to hear too. His kissers moved, but no sound came out. He was so nervous! Licking his lips, and closing his slivery brown orbs, he took a breath.

Opening his eyes, he looked so deep into hers. Reaching out he stroked her smooth satin cheek with his onyx lip. A kiss. So simple to give. Words flowed from his heart, these words seemed like they came from him without him thinking. With they did.

"I love you."

I know it seems like this tall, black knight had nothing more to say, which was true. But in his heart, his heart strings were tugging with words to tell her. He just wanted to break from the prison of his body and sail into hers. To unite their souls. To dance in the night. Long stilts stretched out and brought his bodice clashing with hers. Powerful onyx bodice pressed to her petite pearl body. Protecting her, something he had picked up from a long time ago. He would forever protect her.

Now he had her in his grasp, he wrapped his boa around hers. His kissers lipped gently at her ivory tassels. His own long, curly tassels falling over her back like wine on a table top. Only when your mother yelled at you for spilling the wine, this was something of a good thing. He couldn't believe she came back to her black knight.

[zozo]

<sup>The time that stretched from her melodies to his baritones seemed to stetch to an eternity. Cruelly drawing out every heartbeat to a day, every breath that escaped her bod another moment 'pon tenterhooks. Was she allowed a glimpse back into his life?

His answer came 'pon a sweet breath of untainted lyrics, as honest as the earth-song and precious as stardust. Joy swept in her heart like a dove released, soaring 'pon pearly feathered wings to dance in the sun's rays. A sweet smile pressed 'pon labrums as his question released all thier sorrows, grif and pain, letting the liquid moonlight of pure love enhance their hearts.

Oasis's breathless answer was grasped by the zephry, swept through the litho and released as Windago's own chords. The very syllables that were 'pon her mind spilled from her beloved's maw.

A nicker tumbled from cord box, as her delicate harmonics tainted the air that seperated the two equines.
How much did she forgive him?

With all of my heart.

Then suddenly, the space was no more. The Appaloosa's answer was almost smothered in a midnight bulk of rippling sinew, a trilling bell of pealing laughter spun like raindrops as t'was released from moonwashed labrums. As Windago embraced her dotted lithe chassi, as if he would never let go. They were united once more. Oasis wanted to laugh and cry, crumble to her knees and move mountains. But the angel did neither of these things, but draped polka nape about her love. Feeling the bunching and contracting muscles flex beneath her touch. His lengthy midnight tendrils entwining and locking with her own creamy threads. Dancing 'pon the squall's breath, yet tethered to their boa's, as they wrapped as tight as ying and yang.

Wild horses could not tear them apart.</sup>