// to the end

[cherry]

.so say goodbye to the vows you take.

She had been so cruel, and had committed such wrong; you’d think a thick blanket of guilt would have casted over her by now. Not Aurora. Aurora was much too powerful to be distracted by feelings. Even though she did carry strong bonds with other equine along with her – it hadn’t distracted her just yet. Maybe it had. But being torn between two confused lovers was difficult. But now, she wasn’t even sure they had survived. Her beloved friends, whom she had been with for years, and had faced so much with them, Windago had gotten old, and Oasis was lonely. Perhaps – that was the cause of their death. She just preyed they walked the same land that she did.

.and say goodbye to the life you make.

Aurora’s son was not far behind. Anubis had detached him self from the world when the realising the land had become abandoned some what. Never able to see the love he grew up with. Miracle – his precious butterfly. Like a butter fly, there one moment, next second fluttered away. Tugging closely behind, was Akkan. The giant of the two, who had successfully grown into the powerful beast he is today. Who had no loved-one pulling his heart strings in sorrow. His land became vulnerable and open for another stag to claim, but Akkan was going to rescue it, once he saw any sign of life. Both younger stallions insisted on aiding their mother to search for a familiar face.

.and say goodbye to the heart you break.

Hoovens gripped to the moist sand, as auburn mare galloped out of the pool of water, and onto the land – followed by her two sons. Aurora’s skull twisted towards Akkan, and nickered a loving purr to him, before giving Anubis the same affection. Harks pulled to her skull, honey-brown optics studied the area, before turning out to sea. Nothing was appearing from the distance. A heavy sigh left her lips, disappointed, and at the same time, a longing to see some one again. Akkan rubbed against his adopted-mother’s cheek, along with Anubis nuzzling her maw. The family stood alone in the heat beating down on them in great sorrow, humming together as a call for a loved herd member.

.and all the cyanide you drank.

[Meg]

<sup>.a message to be heard.

A soft cry of a robyn in the trees above his great dial, chirping the same lonely song he had called the past few months for his family. Never had he ever felt so alone, him and the bird, they were one now, keeping each other company in the depts of fall. Windago looked up at the once so beautiful bird, now molting because he needed to leave these lands and search for lands of warmth, with his other species.

The bird studied the gentle giant for a second, and with a single good-bye chrip, he lifted into a soundless flight over the seas. With a sigh, the great stag heaved his bodice off the sands of his lands, and set off in a slow step, his bodice moving with the acomidated shift and shuffle walk that he had learned was best on the sands. A pretty walk, his feathers swaying over his great talons, his long tassels reaching back gently in the soft winds.

Suddenly he halted, almost knocking himself over. His dial was lifted high, his nares flared to caught that familar scent in the wind. His bodice shook, as a great cry left his lungs, and echoed over his lands. Aurora! A soft, yet booming cry to one of his long and forgotten, missed and loved ones.</sup>

[zozo]

<sup>(This may sound stupid, but can anyone remember if Miracle is an Appy??)


Tick...tick...tick...tick

The clocks of time never spoke their last word. Simply remaining now, here, forever. Never moving yet never stopping. Everything had stopped so suddenly. Life had ceased in her home, equines abondened ship as if a flood was threatening the paradise. Sigh rose and escaped lungs, lifting flanks of delicate sinew. The little babe had grown so much, yet her parents were nowhere near, and so she developed alone. Lost and left to dwindle in the island that was once so full of laughter.

Halting with delicate grace, nape lowering for enamels to gently tug at stray greenary. Before softly snorting and lifting hazel pools to the endless welkin. A distant noise suddenly lifted flutes from tiara in a heartbeat, honing in on the invisable rustling from the golden shoreline.
Company!
With no futher hesitation, sinew bunched in haunches and launched bod from the earth, pistons ricocheting with tremendous force, gait swallowing the landscape to cease the distance from the being. Danger did not enter the head of Miracle, mayhap too curious to rationally think every movment. Risky, but the goddess still sometimes found she cliung to younger days. Everything was so much simpler then.

Bursting from the foliage onto endless beaches, nares were suddenly bombarded with rich salty aroma, but another, more beatiful scent cut through the waves to lighten her heart.
Anubis.
A squeal burst from throat as the fea launched herself 'pon the one stag who meant anything to her. Nape enveloping his, plush sweeping across his rippling hide and silken threads. Dimaonds never staying 'pon the earth, bod danced and flitted, fore pistons lifting from tiny grains in the graceful dance of welcome. A lost, but never forgotten rejoying of ancient tongue. Sweet gentle whickers and snorts escaped the femme, some hardly beast nor man as they dispersed into the stratosphere. Finally letting chords tumble in mad rushes

Anubis!
I've missed you so......where've you.....its so good to see you!

intersepted by trilling harmonic laughter of joy and bewilderment. After so long, was this simply a cruel mirage?


Pistons had tired many heartbeats ago. Aches and pains stretching beyond the realms of pain now seared limbs. Yet still the vixen was tossed and thrown in admist the powerful waves. Oasis had been debating time and time again whether to land 'pon the terra that was once hers. But always letting fear overtake her and drive her back to the mainland. Yet now the ocean was tiring with her, and so making its own amusment. Anger was rising in its depths. Fear showed in the white's of the fea's crytal pools as they flickered to focus 'pon the isle. She must land, maybe...even...Aurora might be there.

It had been so many moons since Aurora had last came across the fogotten dapppled vix. Oasis was sure their friendship was broken after everything Oasis had put Windago through. The Appaloosa knew how close Aurora was to the felings of the inky steed.

Pillars faught with new vigour, she could not leave the world without sorting her mess. Finally, the waves released their grip and threw the femmora 'pon the golden grains. Ah, it felt so soothing to be back on the tiny grains she knew and loved. Oasis lay and let the sands trickle over hide, helped by the zephry, keeping lashes over pools for a moment longer.

Finally, after fatigue had loosened its spell, Oasis forced bod to standing position, and chassis half-heartedl shook the clinging grains and droplets from spattered hide.

Lifting crown, nares sucking in needed oxygen, suddenly a well loved scent graced naes. The crimson one was nearby. Voids lit with excitment yet fea, battles raged within mind before summoning courage and seeking Aurora. Daggers strailed across the bech, until the silouette of her closest friend graced gaze/ A loving welcome nicker was just a heartbeat from emitting into the litho, before auds were stung by a more heartwrenching call. The beautiful lament of the steed whom claimed her heart so many moons ago. The cry halted all movment, casting the dappled dove under its spell.

She could not face him. See whatever anger or pain clouded his beautiful features. No. That would break her beond repair. Crystal blue gaze drifted back across the sea, where the growling welkin was threatening dangerous tides. She would have to remain for a moment more. Tiara turned towards the foliage, where dappled bod could hide and find shelter. Hhide once more. She was such a coward, forever running, fleeing from danger, from hope, from life itself. No-one had halted her desperate fleeing, soothed all worries and made the dove finally face up to life. None cared.</sup>

[cherry]

[ooc: ;D I was hoping the both of you would reply. So it goes me, Meggy, then Oasisluff. And about Miracle, yeah, she was xD ]
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Hues remained gazing out towards sea. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was studying, or waiting for. Maybe it was for a source of movement from the horizon, or maybe it was a mournful stare. She held little emotion in her mask, but the fiery glitter had gone, and her proud stance was nothing but a weak slouch. Nothing was worth fighting for any more; nothing was worse living for any more. Without her sons, she didn’t know what she’d do. She cherished the affection her boy’s gave her, but wasn’t able to return in back. She whined softly under her breath, auds perked to her skull, just waiting for an answer to her calls.

Constant purrs ceased as some one had returned. Chest puffed out, skull rose and harks twitched. Aurora’s breath quickened after lone chirps were followed by her name being called. She twisted her boa, hoovens scattering over the sand as she positioned herself to be able to view the entire island. Focused butter scotch eyes inspected the area with great detail, desperately trying to find who ever or what ever made that racket. She amplified her whine, turning it into a frustrated scream. She needed to se who it was, whether or not she identified the equine to be some one she knew, before this area fell silent.

Nares flared, inhaling oxygen at a quick rate. The salty air tickled, and the fresh air cleared her lungs, but it was difficult to scent anything else. It was as if, a source of fur was also inhaled. The large, ebon brute had caught her attention. But it was hard to believe he had survived, since it was likely that he had died from old age. She snorted, exhaling every smell from her throat. She ignored her son’s by her side, completely concentrating on this. By taking another breath, another smell touched her nasals. Oasis. It couldn’t be. The only female she had ever connected with, the only female she ever loved. There was a chance she was also here.
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Anubis touched his mother’s cheek, before following her eyes to gaze out at the horizon. Anubis didn’t pay much attention in trying to find someone. The only horse he actually knew was Miracle. But he was sure she wasn’t here, she was much too beautiful to be paranoid about missing him. It would kill him knowing if Miracle had found another stallion, let alone seeing them together. But he did deserve it. He was never with her. He was too young to commit to something, but maybe, just maybe he was ready to try again, without wandering off with his mother like a foal would. He was too immature.

As his mother moved from her spot, his turned his jaw towards her. He sighed lightly, watching as she became nervous over a noise. He then turned to look back out to the horizon. There wasn’t anything, but the sun reflecting back down onto it. You could tell sun set was coming, but before any of his thoughts could return, he felt another’s bulk press against him. He shifted his weight, to be cuddled by the dappled dove he longed to see again. She held him close, but Anubis held her closer, wrapping his neck around hers, and pressing his chest against her plush, he stayed silent.

It all happened so fast, it was only just then had he realised that the mare of his dreams had landed in his life again. Soft silver crystals strayed over her slender figure, and slithered over every curve on her body as if he had never seen her form before. Well he hadn’t, not as a mature mare yet. She was just as beautiful as before, even more beautiful if that. He nuzzled her cheek with grace, trying to make it as gentle as possible, it being a strange position. Once she spilled her excited words, he giggled along with her with excitement.

“I missed you Miracle! I promise I’ll never leave you again, I promise!”

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It really wasn’t exactly interesting watching the horizon, like the two auburn equines were. He always felt like the odd one out. He was a complete different breed, and he had a completely different blood compared to his adopted family. He always had considered Windago as his father, and figured that he never had a mother. Even though he knew very well that Corbett and Meg were his beloved parents. His twin – no where to be found. He had become the beta of his lands, and unable to attend at all. Both Windago and Akkan had more in common, naturally making him closer to Windago then anyone else, despite the little time he spent with him.

Today was no ordinary day. It wasn’t every day your family re-met their long-lost loved ones, it made Akkan think. Maybe he should get his mind off of his herd, and find a mare to spend his life with. The bond between a lead stallion, and a mare was difficult. Since every mare he had ever met only wanted to high-authority spot of lead mare, which was disappointing. Since nobody wanted him for the same reason he wanted some one to lead beside him. He sighed, watching as Miracle and Anubis exchanged an intimate cuddle. It wasn’t as if he was jealous, just mournful that he didn’t have some one like that. He wasn’t wanted here, and didn’t want to disturb anything. Diving off into the other direction, he slipped away without a sound.

[Meg]

((Here comes Thebis, even though I said he was died, I changing that.. He needs to be here...Not a lot to say for him yet, but I make up for it with Winny.))
<sup><sub>The golden stag, long forgotten by all, weaved and bobbled through the palm trees of his uncles island. He heard the distance greetings of horses, and shook his dial, not caring. He would just wander about. His long creamy mane sweeped behind him. He was more like his mother, as many told him. He was small and delicate, and good natured. His brother was like his father he heard. He hadn't seen his brother in many moons now that he thought about it.

He shook his dial, he was nothing but a loner as always. He stopped by a pool of water, staring long into it, looking at his face until it became just lines and curves.

Shaking his dail, he looked up. He heard the sounds of an aproaching horse. He stood, he knew he would have to confront others, may as while be now.

His auds pricked, and his paper thins widened, taking in that scent.. that familiar scent...</sub></sup>


Golden flakes of sands reached back and stroked his belly as a gentle lope down to Aurora passed through his limbs. His auds stood straight up and his head was high, his inky black tassels dancing behind him. He slowed as he approach Aurora.

He breath deeply, inhaling her sweet scent. His bodice quivered with excitment, and a soft whicker released from his chest before he reached out his jet black mug and placed it upon her sun-kissed hide. He stroked her neck gently, soft nickers vibrating in the air around him.

Where have you been? He spoke with that air of a young coltine over joyed with the sight of his mother when she had wandered too far from him during her grazing hours. His orbs finally picked up the scent of the other child beside her. Anubis

Wow, he sure had grown. And boy he looked like his mother. Lowering his mug to the young stag, he placed a touch of his mug on the stag's shoulder.

Good to see you again. He spoke softly, his sights wavering to the bouncing poka dotted bundle of joy that always let sunshine in his life. His daughter, his beautiful daughter, Mircale. Every inch of her looked like her mother, Oasis.

With a grin of jeaslousy, he watched as the two young adults touched mugs, lovers. It pained him for he missed Oasis so. Waiting for his turn, he approached his daughter, like she was going to her prom night. Touching her gently, then rushing in and wrapping his thick black neck around her poka- dotted one, he hugged her. My baby, my sweet, sweet baby.. I missed you so..

The imbraced ended, and he stood back, looking at them all. Pride shown in his orbs, and saddness. This isn't the picture he wanted, he wanted Oasis, standing there beside their daughter, laughing at his strange, stallion gentlness.

Then. That scent. Wavering in the breeze.

There was a burst of speed and a like a cat catching his tail he whipped up the shores. He didn't need vision, he followed his feet to his true love. Stopping before her, his tassels whipped over his face, his banner tucking between his legs as the wind blew over him.

He stood there, in front of her, only two feet away. His bodice trembled with excitment. His orbs alight with a fire of love. With a heave of his bodice, he lifted into the air, a earth shaking bugle sounded over his island, the wind whipping his mane around and around his dial. He sounded like a man at freedom, yelling and wooping for joy. With a pound of his talons on the sands, he wasn't able to catch his breath a the beauty of the mare before him. His sweet, sweet Oasis.

One foot, the other, and he was there beside her. His breathing was irregular, his heart skipping beats with joy. His mug reached out, and touched her satin soft hide, he touched her, running his mug up her boa, and then he stepped closer, closing the space between them and he held her close.

Whispering gently in her auds, he spoke only words he wanted her to hear.

I love you...

[zozo]

<sup>Silken plush whisked feather soft along her love's own delicate features. Caressing his every breath, cherishing every heat beat as it entwined with her own. Satan himself could not whisk the grin from her sweet crown of dots as the aroma of her beloved Anubis swept through nares. Harks burning as she witnessed the only chords she longed to hear. As they lay in each others embrace Miracle continued with sweet sothing nothings, sprinkled secrets shared between the lovers as thier reunion shook the earth.

Laughter choked her throat with joyful tears as her dear father suddenly appeared at her side. Almost launching herself at his broad muscular chest of pure midnight. Dial nuzzling close in his musky perfume, lashes hiding the world from her hazel view as pools squeezed shut. Clamped by fierce emotion.
Oh dad...
was all she managed to let slip from petite kissers as spotted bod was thrown back into the past. Where all was paradise. Where she was a princess in her daddy's embrace. The past rewritten.
Grin of angels turned back to the stag whom claimed her love, flicking from his brawny muscles to heavenly perfect features.
My love...
whispers barely made it to the lithosphere, as nape stretched forth to lip at creamy tassles. Gently grooming the russet steed in deepest affection. Giving her world to him.


Daggers pressed against the soft fauna, willing every leaf to swallow physique; drag the broken minx back to die alone where she belonged. Tiara hung low, heart pounding in chest as thorns flicked painfully alert to every rustle and cry of joy seeping from her small family. The trill of her daughter, heartbeat of her love. She was not needed. Her heart strained to be pleased, she was no good to them, and whisper had it that Windago had found another mare to rule at his side.

Good...
Well, that was what she told herself.

Lashes swept over delicate cheekbones, pain swirling about mind. She knew she deserved it, deserved the dagger to her heart. But it still killed to know she had been replaced; by the only steed to have her heart under lock and key. A breath rattled shell, the walking dead. She was not alive inside. Softly, Oasis summoned the strength to slip quietly back to mainland. Unoticed.

Suddenly scythes rained down 'pon her soul, from a distance. But as mind struck through the fog, the sound crashed about her like a locomotive. Yet voids refused to open, the Appaloosa hoping that if she wished it the most, she could disapear.

Silence.

Chasms finally flicked open, crown statched up to heaven and breath caught in throat as gaze was transfixed by the steed of her success and downfall. Her life. So many thoughts and emotions skidded dangerously about mind, threatening to erupt depending 'pon his first move. Of which he broke the suspence by clawing at the yonder with such powerful daggers. The dappled femmora could only watch in wonder at the behemoth's rear, fright burning at pools.

In her confusion she mis judged him...
T'was anger that ruled him, anger that she abonden him, flee like a coward. Leave this beautiful terra with no lead mare, desert their child. He deserved to cast her with iron flints. Oasis was used to being ruled over, the past flicked across blank voids, relived once more. Immedialty the lost angel fell to one knee, plush sweeping the earth in a pleading attempt at forgivness. The maiden did not want forgivness to save her hide, but to save her heart. He could beat her to the end of her life as punishment, but as long as he had forgiven her heart, she could never crumble.

Yes, she was indeed far from normal. Expecting the worse you might say, the only life she had known in her younger days. This great midnight Friesan before her was the only stag to be any different, the only gentle being. Shown her love, support, even bestowed her with honours. And so her mind always punished herself for leaving him.
In Oasis' mixed up mind there was no excuse, only a gimmer that a miralce would cause him to forgive her. Windago was the only one to make the rules, she must abide and not argue. This alien world where she was treated with...respect. Was so foriegn, every tread is 'pon eggshells.

The resounding echoing thud signalled his stone flints to have landed back 'pon the turf. The vix started at the noise, sinew tensing. Knowing she could not flee, the stag had caught her at last, found her wicked deeds.
But she would still love him, if his daggers brought her to her death, her final painful whisper would be of her love for him. Unbroken, chained to his side through thick and thin. Rich summer's, poor winters. Life.

Crystal pools dared to clash with his own, and was stunned to find not anger, but...what? Tenderness, relief, joy, love?
Before mind could contemplate any more, crown was thrust against his broad chest of ink, nape encased about his own. Stomach knotted. Heart hammered, and nares inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her beloved. Craved for, for many lonely nights, never forgotten. Now she knew her downfall had arrived. She could never be freed from his side, he had captivated her too utterly and deeply for her to ever gasp for air.

First bod remained stiff, frightened, confused, deniel staining thoughts. But Windago allowed to resistance, and soon dappled physique collapsed in embrace. Throat could not emit chords, not a muscle could twitch.

As his deep baritones swept throguh harks, love swept painfully through dappled bod of Oasis. Pained that she had caused him so much grief. Yet still he loved her? To stay would only cause him pain. Cause him to hate her for not being the mare this inky stallion deserved. He deserved a leader, a strong femmora that could offer so much. Like Aurora. Oasis could only ever disapoint Windago.
She would never deserve him.</sup>

[cherry]

She had to admit, she was a little disappointed when she had mistaken Windago’s scent, for his daughter’s. In fact, no she wasn’t. The smaller mare made her son happier then he ever had been, and so, she made her happy. A grin played along her lips, as the two snugged together, tightly in each other’s grasp. She began to think of how good it felt to be in a males grasp, they were all gold digging bastards in the end. So, she wasn’t even saddened by her memories. Fuck them; honestly, they can all rot in hell for all she cared.

She hesitated to disturb them, but leaned forward lightly and nudged the mare’s aud in greeting. With a loving purr in her ear as she did so, she retracted from her touch, as a familiar call rang through her harks. In excitement, hoovens rose from the golden sands, it was Windago. She hadn’t lost him. As he approached her, and stroked her sun-kissed neck affectionately, she returned it by nibbling at his onyx tassels, and her cheek pressing against his own.

She couldn’t reply to him, she was speechless, she couldn’t say a word, she was much too pleased to see him to be able to reply. She was breathless. Being able to see her dearest friend, almost like a father figure to her, it was all too much to grasp in just a few moments. And so, she remained silent, and only replying with gentle knickers and her wide, playful grip. But as he parted with her, she became curious to why, but every thing happened so quickly, she just had to sit back, and watch.

Oasis. The only mare she ever befriended. The only mare she ever had respect for. She loved her so much, they shared so much together. Still remembering in the golden days, where Oasis would go out of her way to act extra friendly to her, and all Aurora would do was spit in her face, and push dust to her. She still felt entirely guilty thinking back then, and believe me, Aurora didn’t feel guilt easily. A high-pitched squeal emit from her vocals, it ringing through the island. The family was reunited, nothing could break this.

Seeing Oasis and Windago together, could not make Aurora any happier. This was exactly like the dreams that repeated in her mind every night. Anubis and his sweet mate-to-be in the back ground frolicking with constant giggling, Oasis and Windago embraced together, and Aurora watching with the spark returned to her spirit. Nothing could get any better.

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Nasals swept across her neck, stroking her every bristle of cream. Her spotted bod more perfect then perfection itself, more precious then the most expensive jewel. She was the jewel. He felt her frame slip from his grasp, and a silent whine escaped his throat. Though, she fluttered to her father. Her father. He was one to be proud of that was for sure. He had gone through so much, and never, ever breaking down. How could you deal with a dozen emotional mares, and still be able to smile? God knows. Windago was his father figure, he never had a male to call his father, and Windago seemed to always be there. He was not only his father figure, but a role model also.

His petal chirped, and returned to him. Locking eye contact with his beloved, silver pools, far from being cold, searched for her creamy, chocolate eyes. Once he had found them, his heart completely melted. He exhaled his breath, unable to catch his breath. She was more then he could ever deserve. She was more then he could ever have. She deserved so much better. But thoughts were interrupted, as the l word left her lips. My love. The nerve smitten stallion silenced his giggles, and he shivered in excitement. Lips parted, wanting to find something fitting to say, he had waited so long to hear this.

“Miracle…I love you so much.”

He lowered his muzzle to speak his words in a whisper; his lids sheathed his eyes for the moment, whining under his breath. His heart skipped several beats, resting his muzzle along his cheek, and constantly rubbing over her crane in pure love and affection.

[Meg]

((Pink..What about Thebis's brother? Is he gone.. Crap he is.. isn't he?))
The soft touch of her skin to his, her breath upon his hide. He closed his deep brown pools in love. He sighed, his pain and sorrow of her miss wasn't from his body. He would never let her leave his side again, unless that is, she had to.

Don't leave me in the dark again. I was so lost without you..

He spoke gently to her, caressing her with his words, that is if she wanted it. He stepped back slowly, his talons shuffling to place him by her side, their skins meeting. He looked into her pools, yet she did not him. He felt broken shards of glass peirce his heart as he realized that she did not love him anymore.

He stepped back in shock, still holding his pools to hers, waiting, waiting for her to look lovingly into his, yet she did not. All he ever wanted was to hold her, to cherish her, to prize her, to protect her...

To love her...

Her pools remained unfocused, and remained looking away. He turned his dail, his heart throbbing.

Does your heart still cling to mine, as mine does to yours?

He asked softly, his breath excaping into the air around his nares.
((Sorry that it is short!))

[zozo]

<sup>Dappled bodice shivered as it pressed against the inky hide of Wingao, her lowered gaze never wavered; but stayed fixed 'pon the patterns of the earth. Flanks longed to press agains the warm rippling sinew, that had always been there to support her, catch her when she fell.

But everything was complicated.

Cutting through the fog of dizziness; brought on by the affection dragging her everlasting love back to the surface. Physique swayed dangerously for a moment as mind tried to comprehend it all; running through the sequences of the past long and lonely moons.

She had fled from these lands. Pressured; the place of lead was no position for such a lowly vix as herself. And there were clashes...yes, a steed whom hated her, and driven her to hate hersef. His dubbance was 'pon the end of her tongue, but just out of reach. Nares suddenly flared, but his scent could not be snatched from the zephry. What had become of him?
Oasis had felt forgotten, loosing her mind and soul. Almost ignored by all, the Appaloosa fea was sure Wingao had grown tired of her. And the one thing she refused was to be was a nuisance.

And so she joined the Mountains. The only terra without sand, golden grains brought had brought back painful memories; when all was sweet. T'was simply to know she had shelter from a storm, protection from danger. But her spirit hardly lingured there. The dappled maiden could only wonder; lost and forlorn. Oasis had hoped her knight in shining armour would someday rescue her. Maybe not exactly sweep her from her hoovens and whisk her back to their paradise, but at least to know he was concerned. But no word had reached her delicate thorns.

And so she concluded life had returned to normal 'pon the Tropical Island, even heard news another mare had taken lead. Taken her place at Windago's side. He had moved on so quickly? Oasis become forgotten like a myth? Her pride refused the minx to investigate, refused to go crawling back to the place whence she had caused shame.

As at last the past had etched in her mind, swept her battered canvass through time; Oasis saw clearly. And at last nape slowly rose, crown turning gently, fearfully, until her pools of sea hues clashed with his own hazel spheres. Oh love definatly lingered in her depths of emerald. But disapointment also bubbled at the surface, that Windago had so easily overcome their seperation. Not only that but replaced her. And only now flung arms about her after he had lost and gained her. Why did this brujo love her anyway?
Her belief in love had been tested by now, and we all know her faith in stallions is sparce. So could it be true?

And why did Windago want her to stay?
Didn't he understand how useless she was? Her bones were not made for leading, submission was the only instinct she'd ever known. Been comfortable as the under-dog. But to refuse Windago's offer of lead mare would have been insult beyond repair. Oasis was trapped. And what can one do when trapped? Flee. Which was what the lowly she-dog had done, fled like a coward. Noting more than a text-book equine. Afraid of her own shadow. If she was ashamed of her self, Lord only knows what Windago really thought.

Voids looked up to him. She had always looked up to him. And now more than ever she knew she must not be his downfall, must not be the reason his empire crumbles to its knees. With Windago you do not only have to take his love, his soul, but his land. Treasure and cherish, and rule his land just as he. To reign side by side. Of which the frightened dappled banshee could not do.

Does your heart still cling to mine?

I so hope you know the answer, for my melodies do not wish to pierce.

I'm sorry.
I should not have returned, for I am no good for you. Tropical Island deserves so much more. You deserve an angel.
I deserve nothing; especially not you m'love.

Daggers clumsily shuffled from the bed of fauna. Back wearily across the golden beach. Pistons stumbling in her amble, to reach this paradise had already drained her strength. But should Oasis never survive the waves, she would die happy, knowing she had been loved, and given Windago back his freedom. As the vix emerged from the sheltered palms, a gust instantly buffeted her hide of many polka dots. Sweeping creamy tassles while they remained tethered to her nape. As her heart would always be tethered to one beautiful midnight steed. Even when fatigue grasped her, and mind was not thinking straight, bod still glided with elegance. The dove drifted to the water's edge. Halting a moment to taste the salty air, recieved the dagger to her side when thoughts drifted to dear Aurora, and her gorgeous baby. Her heart, soul, and every fibre screamed to stay at home, to not flee anymore. Maybe a conclusion could be reached?
Lungs sucked in sweet oxygen. Facing only the growling waves of murkiest saphire this dismal morn. A heartbeat before the lost angel make the hardest decision of her life. The right one?</sup>

[cherry]

She looked over at the young lovers for one last time, still bathing in each other’s affection; she exhaled her breath and leaned forward to nudge her son’s rump, before beginning a brisk trot towards the closest equines she ever let herself get. Being the selfish bitch she was, she wasn’t going to allow them have too much lone time together, since she wanted to see her friends again, and pushed herself against their tow-tones bulk for the first time in months. Harks rose from their position, and watched as Oasis tore apart from Windago, to make her way to the ocean.

A frown now dotted her sun-kissed features, as the mare picked up her speed and pushed her daggers faster across the golden sea over towards Oasis. Oh no, she wasn’t going any where. Amber pools scattered across the dappled dove, and watched as she prepared to slip her slim figure into the endless ocean. Aurora would never let any thing like this happen. Oasis was ruining Aurora’s fantasy, and Oasis dipping away into the sea was not a part of it.

“Oi! Hey, hey. Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

Aurora snapped, changing her tone to a bitter one, though a playful spark was dancing on the ends. A smirk, which wanted to curl to a smile, remained on her lips as she slowed down to a trot again, before finally halting besides Oasis, hoovens washed by the water coming to the surface. Crane wrapped around her own, and tugged her closely to her, not letting her go. She nuzzled the side of her neck, and nibbled on her creamy tassels in affection, she wanted show Oasis how much she actually loved her, and didn’t want her to leave again, so perhaps speech would confirm it.

“Don’t leave us again, Oasis.”

[ooc: Blah, bad post, sorries :3 ]

[Meg]

Needles stabbed him as he realized her wish. She didn't want him anymore, she didn't love him anymore. She wished to return to her new home at the Rocky Mountains. She didn't want him anymore.

Broken hearted he watched Aurora run down to Oasis, his deep orbs watching in silence.

Don't leave us again...

Aurora! Don't, just let her return to her new home, the Rocky Mountains. She doesn't care for us anymore! We may care for her, but she has turned her back on us, she doesn't want us anymore.

He allowed his voice to float down to them. Nodding his dail to Oasis, he spoke softly.

Good Day, m' love. I will hopefully see you again some day. You have your wish, freedom, for that is what you want.

He turned to leave, heart broken. He knew this is what she wanted more than anything, to leave and never look back. To run from her fears.. which was at the moment...love.

Taking slow steps, he entered the forest land, his knees cracking with every step from old age. Every rib showed, he was an old horse, but for a moment. One breif moment he had felt like a coltine again. With her there, he had aged back a few years, now. He felt older then he really was, walking away from love that didn't want him.

[zozo]

<sup>Her spell was broken by a bolt of crimson sweeping to her side. Droplets splattering 'pon bod of dapples as the maiden came to her side through the shallow ripples. Orbs blinking back the fog and concentrating 'pon the source of calling. Harks swivelling to catch the tones of the dear vix; ah, such Aurora-like notes to fall from her kissers. And every fibre in Appaloosa bod willed to comply with the mare's wishes. She always had done; Aurora was always top in their little relationship. In fact, everyone was top where Oasis was concerned, the polka dot Appy could only submit.

Oasis suddenly found nape entwined with that of the flame kissed fea. She hopelessly fell into the embrace, weak already, emotions now crippled the minx and sent plush caressing the other. Grooming and lipping affectionatly at the other's tassles as what Aurora did to she. Remaining in the embrace as soft sweet whispers fell as honey from Aurora's labrums. Almost bringing a gentle smile to Oasis's labrums at the tones that came from the heart. A rare but beautiful treat to watch Aurora lower her defences; and the dappled dove knew she was close enough to witness this. Such a close friend, oasis let ancient song of gentle nickers fall from voice box in loving reply. But with no conclusion.

The spotted vix did not pull from her loving captor, as thorns swerved once more to catch the baritones of her love. Feeling the wound to her heart with every soul crushing note.

To turn his back on her now, accuse her of not even caring?
That she did not feel suprise, or resentment, for t'was what she had done to him those moons ago.

But he did not catch her when she fell.
All those times when Windago crumbled to his knees, felt the world 'pon his shoulders. Oasis was at his side. When he was a heartbeat from finishing his life. Oasis was at his side. When death had actually taken him; if for only for a moment. Oasis was at his side.
Yet when she made a mistake, he would turn his back without a second thought.

Sickness twisted her gut, pain, emotional turmoil and dead ends. Serpentine jerked, for crown to remain motionless and emerald chasms watch the inky stag retreat. Her chords slipped with no feel; cold, and so distant. As if Oasis was watching from far across the waves. A fire flickered in her orbs, pride.

If you can so blatently accuse, Windago; you leave me no choice.

You have your land, from what I gather you have your new lead mare; Lord, you even have our daughter!
You don't need me; I am no good for you, can't you see?

the vix paused to swallow uneasily, taking lungful of breath. Realising her tones would most likely not reach the auds of the brujo, but still needed to be said in her mind

You can't love me like you say if you don't understand my reasons, don't know why I leave, and don't even care! How can you accuse me of calling Rocky Mountains home! Or not caring for you anymore! That is precisely the reason why I leave!

So much more could be said, but moisture was building in chasms, blurring her view, and tones were trembling and lost. Gaze turned briefly to Aurora, before pressing spotted cheek to her flamed one, leaving a stain of a broken tear. Before turning back to the growling waves, murky, and angry, snatching at her daggers as she sank in the soggy grains. Pillars awkwardly shifted amongst the sands, until ripples now reached the ends of sodden banner. Flanks rapidly rising and falling, chasms wide as she tried to figure the precise timing of launching into the waves so they won't drag her beneath. Blinking in the fierce spray to focus 'pon the mianland. Or was that tears?</sup>

[Meg]

((Hurry Up Aur! Winny wants to reply!))

[cherry]

[ooc: =o Sorry for the wait, loves! ]

Tugging at Oasis, and held her tightly to her breast, she needed her; she needed Oasis to remain faithful by her side. She had never attached so closely to a mare before, and Oasis being the only one, she needed her. Literally, she’d die if she didn’t. She whined silently under her breath, hearing the harsh words flick off Windago’s tongue. No. She wouldn’t believe him. Oasis wanted to stay. She wouldn’t rip Aurora’s heart out like that. She remained closely beside her, until Oasis muttered her own reply. Aurora took a step back wards as they parted, and vix watched in horror, as Oasis broke apart, and was the strong mare she was deep in side.

‘From what I gather, you already have a lead mare.’ Nothing hurt her more, then knowing that Oasis knew her only trusted lover had replaced her. Nothing angered her more that Windago had been such an ass to do that either. She wanted nothing more then to hurt that slut of a horse to intrude on such a sensitive relationship, Windago was desperate, of course he wanted to seek comfort from another mare, how dare she. It seemed as if she was just another bitch who wanted the security of a high position, because she never came back. She’d seek revenge some day, it wasn’t wise to anger Aurora, she wasn’t something to shrug off.

Air was exhaled in a violent ‘huff’ due to her decent thoughts, attention focused back towards the position she was in right now, which was Oasis retreating back towards the water. She knew oasis wanted to be happy, she needed to escape all this, but Aurora wasn’t going to let her. Being that selfish, arrogant fool she was, she wasn’t going to let her just run out of her life this way, not like this. Taking a step forward, daggers stabbed the earth through the moist sand, before hurling herself as the water. Rich gold splashed hide smashed through the water, until a hooven pushed against another’s plush. Repeating her past actions, crane swerved across the dappled mare’s, and jerked her in the direction of the Island – she wasn’t going anywhere.

[Meg]

With a flash of anger ripping through his gentle hearted veins, he flew down to meet the two mares. He wasn't going to spoken to like that anymore. He wasn't going to be thrown down into the sands and stomped on, as he had been for the last 4 years.

His talons pounded on the sands, his blood boiling, his mind screaming. His jaw tipped up to the sky, a wild bugle of anger whipped out of him. His orbs were turned red. Stopping before them, he spat a their feets.

Women.

He voice shook with distaste and anger. His front talons leaped out before him, striking out, not daring to touch his beloved ones. He wouldn't dare. The demon inside of him danced and raged, trying to get him to kill, to shed the blood of the innocent, but the gentle half stopped it short. He wouldn't touch his beloveds.

Calming, he stepped to the side, his muscles on edged, every limb shook and every muscle quivered.

Women. They put be down to the grown, and make me kiss their every wim and woe. They treat me like nothing, but it is something, to me. Just because I am a stag of rare trait, a stag of right.

He rhymed off the top of his tongue. Pretty rough rhyming, but it worked. Snaking his boa back, his orbs danced with a flame of terror, stepping back, he shook his dial, calming his demon, and kicking it out. His flames died, and his muscles relaxed. He became himself.

With a touch to Oasis's mug, not even enough to feel, but enough. Enough for himself to take his last breath of her sweet earthy scent.

To be free is what you wish, then that is what you take. But remember this, "There shall be no queen until the real one returns, Oasis, m'love."

With a huff, he stepped back and waited to watch his love sail off into the distance, her boat floating among the waves until it vanished behind the horzien.
((Bad post...))