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-i will post shortly....

[flame]

<sup>She looked around, so many faces, two new and one that was so squished up that she hated it. She hated Auoura, she was so protective and mean and hurtful to others, and she hatted that, it hurt Whisper badly. Auoura was so pretty and beautiful, her pelt was the right color of bay, but her personality made her the most ugliest thing on earth, she was mean and hurtful and that made her the most ugliest horse on the island. Whisper wasn't any better at the moment though, she was staying mean and very hurtful words to her enemy and that wasn't the way she did it. She wanted to be be friends, and no violince. She then heard Auoura's hurtful words and she came closer to Whisper, she stepped back, and didn't make a noise, just pinned her auds and her and stepped another step back. She felt the waves crash against her hooves and then looked at her and said Hurt words, bad actions. She then closed her eyes and waited for the blow to the head, or knocked to the ground, she just waited for the pain to come...but it didn't. When she opened her eyes, a shock came to her..Oasis.

She saw the hurt femme and felt horrible about it, the words that she said to Auoura were very hurtful and she felt the worst, but the pain of the former Island Queen made her feel even worse then she already did. Her heart raced faster and faster, she wanted to see if the protector would come. She had ignored the stalion, though he looked familiar. He looked like the dove that had saved Whisper. She couldn't believe that Oasis did. Oasis, are you ok? don't do that again. She then looked at Oasis and gave her a little nuzzle, as a thank you. Whisper was appreciate that she did that, but pissed at the same time because she wanted to get hit. She wanted to help her "friend" and wanted to be friends with her again. Well, to re-start it. Well..to start it. She looked at around and then heard a voice, the voice was sweet and then the sour. She knew who it was, then looked turned around and saw him.
She then looked and him and sighed.

He looked pretty mad at her, she then looked at him and sighed. Then heard what he said and then said No Oasis, I am sorry m'lord Windago. She then looked at him and gave him a quick nuzzle, she then just looked at him. No one knew how sad the mare was, she was heartborken, and hurt. She started to slowly retreat into the waves, she didn't want tp couse anymore trouble with the herd. It was at peace when she first came, and it would be peace once she left. She lowered her dial in shame, she was embaressed of herself, but then continued into the waves, as she got deeper into the water, her heart craked just a little...

Broken</sup>

((No damn muse, and sry for the wait guys..))

[cherry]

[ooc] sorry for the wait. [/ooc]

Ivories clashed with flesh, grasping it tightly before ripping it from her jaws, that burning feeling inside of her slowly fading - she needed to do that. Perhaps anger, stressed, frustration shouldn’t be taken out on an islander. But, she did deserve it, and no guilt weighed on her soul for doing so. A bitter voice rang through her auds, as she continued her attack on the fae that was going to drop to her knees like the one speaking had, but as she stabbed her limb onto soft plush, it felt different, it smelt different, it was different. Muddy orbs flew open, and forcing her to gaze upon the mare she made bleed. She attack so strong it made her bleed. A normal satisfaction to the Aurora she was, but to make her closest, dearest friend bleed, was what killed her. She gaped at the injured femme in horror, before the simular stallion cared to her.

It all happened too fast, she briefly look over her shoulder to watch Windago race to the fight Aurora had caused in anger. Aurora really was neurotic; she found the purpose to prove her self the higher one so important, she managed to injure her friends. Aurora lacked in friendship, so on very rare occasions did she respect another. She wasn’t going to change for any one, but she understood if they were going to hate her. But if they were going to be haters, then do it behind her back and nobody will get hurt. Who said Aurora wasn’t a caring horse? She still had a heart, she just had trusting issues.

She took another glimpse of the wound upon Oasis’ pelt, before looking up to Whisper desperately trying to win over Oasis’ friendship. It made her angry, when she was vulnerable like that. One way to seriously hurt Aurora was to take Oasis away. Oasis was like her wonder wall, she meant everything to her. Aurora didn’t have a mate, she held little emotion for stallions now, and she didn’t have her sons, who she refused to inconvenience for her own problems. She had Windago, but he was too busy anyway, and Oasis, well, she was all she had left. And she was not going to lose her.

It went blank from there, numbed to any emotion, or feeling. She hung limply in a weak slouch, exhaling her breath slowly, trying to catch her breath. It was happening too fast, this was all so uncomfortable. She notice Whisper’s scream for attention trying to drown her self – and really, she can drop to the bottom of the ocean, choke on her own breath for all she cares.

[zozo]

<sup>Oasis caught the empty, guilty feeling that shrouded the fiery Aurora, and nudged the vixen gently with her dappled crown. But now the gash was tugging more relentlessly for attention, and Oasis could ignore it no longer. Dancing pistons at a slight distance from the group, as she owuld not be able to keep her gaze 'pon them whilst her nape was turned. The Appaloosa turned gracefully if awkwardly until soothing tongue could reach her wounds. Fore pillars splayed for balance, her bod complaining at the turn that would have been more easily accomplished with one with more innocence than wisdom.

Tongue pressed the flesh back across the flowing crimson, even to this day, despite her many wounds, battle's, terrifying images, blood still made her feel queasy. The sight of such liquid, that should be flowing inside her veins, not spilling 'pon teh golden grains. The metallicy smell of death, and the taste of bitter iron, making moonwashed labrums curl. Oasis despised the stuff, and it always stired the panic that threatened to stem from her soul.

Finally, chassi refused to remain for much longer, and pillars folded clumsily beneath weight as polka dot bod slumped to the earth. Keeping the wound from the dry sands, and boa lifted uncomfortably so emerald gaze would still be able to watch for danger. T'was also a comfort thing to be laid 'pon the ground, it usually worked with the beasts of long ago, if she stayed still and looked meek, the brutes tended to leave her. They found it more fun if their victim put up some struggle. Whereas Oasis just submitted.

There she lay, watching heartbroken as the dotted fea whom which was part of the reason her blood was spilt, return to the sea mother to sweep her bod to another home. Oasis sighed, giving up now. Couldn't be bothered. There really wasn't any point in trying to stand, nor cleaning the gash that made her guts churn, nor trying to escape, nor persuading Whisper to stay. Lashes threatened to close over pools and sweep the maiden into a place where dreams were born. She wasn't pinned to the ground through tremendous pain, nor lack of strength, but lack of willpower. And self-esteem, but Oasis never had any of that to begin with.

The hot globe beat tirelessly 'pon her darkened spots, the warmth spreading throughout her bod and making sleep come more easily. Yet it didn't come, it couldn't. The scent of a brute too unfamiliar kept panic high enough for sences to be painfully alert. And as voids rested, flutes twisted and arched, assesing every breath of wind and rustle of shadows. Filtering out the gentle lulling of the ocean's waves.</sup>

[Meg]

Everything happened in a flash, and he didn't like how everything was turning out. All he wanted was to care for his maiden. Oasis. Poor lass. He approached her, and noticed that sad, look of guilt. He knew that it wasn't meant to happen. Touching Aurora's cheek, trying to comfort her, he watched Oasis struggle to clean her wound.

When she fell to the sands, a worried whinny left his nares, as he rushed to her side. Kneeling down with careful interest at the wounds openness. He didn't want the sand to enter the wound. Laying his dial upon her shoulder, he cooed to her softly.

"Easy. Easy, m'Love."

Pressing his dial out of her way, he waited a second. He didn't know if she would allow him to clean her wound, but he would attempt to. Gracing his dial down, he licked tenderly at the wound, as he had so many times before. His long mane splashing over her ivory hips. He knelt with difficultly, but he didn't care.

He would always care for her. He nickered softly, trying to comfort her so she didn't stand and get sand in the wound. He cleaned gently, hoping not to harm her more then she already was.[/sub][/color]