.Wash away. [ATTENTION HERD MEMEBERS]

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((Alll herd members post here please!!! except Magic, Feather and Driftwood, for they are somewhere else safe!))


<sup>Queen of the Shores was a title that many mares wanted. This mare was Queen, and she was happy about it, but it felt wrong. She couldn't keep the herd together, and ontop of it, her daughter had been missing for many upon many moons now. Broken Dreams wished that something was different, did she even diserve this title. One minute she was nothing but a lonely mare and a jinx and the next she was a Queen to a valuable and loved herd. Her heart told her to stay with her love and not to leave him behind, but something else was telling her to leave, that she wasn't meant to do this. She would listen to her heart for now, Dream and Storm were in love. Dream loved that stallion like there was no tommorow, she would do anything for him, anything in the world to keep him alive, or just to see him smile. She wondered what he was doing now. Well, there was only one way to find out, she reared up, standing on her two back stilts, feeling like she was on top of the world, or atleast feeling like a meerkat. Scanning the horizon of land, and then opened her kissers to release a melody that was so angelic. She looked around for him, once more before touching base back on land and turning back into a horse.

She wondered what her daughter; Sienna glory was doing. Was she even alive? Or was she just barely surviving? Dream hadn't slept all that great since her daughter was pulled from her grasp and she wanted that filly back, that was now past a yearling, her birthday was just a few weeks ago, and Dream never got to say how much she loved her daughter, though she showed it. She did want another foal, she wanted one till the day that she died, and couldn't. She needed to have something stable in her life, and Storm was the lead stallion, so he had many things to do, and Dream seemed to be left in the dust, slowly following behind him, just trying to fill his tracks. She couldn't do it. Storm was a big-shot in the horse world, and in this world. Dream was just like a little speck on the driveway of life. She looked around and saw nothing, just her and a sea. She sighed and listened to the waves crashing against the shore, she saw some clouds coming and then saw something she had never seen come down as hard as it was, the coulds were moving fast over the sea to the shores. She nickered as the soon came closer and closer, but Dream was like hypnotized, she watched the waves and then the clouds, waves, clouds, again and again for another few moments and then when she felt something hit her pelt, and she saw the cloud right over the shores she did more the nicker, she whinned a warning through out the whole land...

Dream felt more and more raindrops upon the back her back, and more and more again, and suddenly, thunder, lightning what was happening. She heard the lighting and ran, she bolted back to the land where she wasn't near the sea, she watched as the tide got higher and higher and almost reached as. She whinned once more, calling the herd to go somewhere, or someplace for the Shores was flooding. She watched the waves become higher and higher, and the raindrops falling upon everything that inhabited the land. She reared as lightning almost hit where she was, and Dream bolted once more, farther this time. She looked around for anyone and anything. She wondered if everyone was ok. She knew that Magic, Feather and Driftwood were fine, but now she had to find her love, and oh my gosh, Sienna! Dream was starting to get a headache as she looked around for everyone she knew. She looked at the shores that would soon be more then underwater, and she called once more, for the WHOLE herd to come, and they would all leave to high grounds, together as a herd...one for all, and all for one.</sup>

[Meg]

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the misery of a childless mother lost in the world.

It was all her fault. She should have stayed up later, she should have held them tighter, then they wouldn't be gone. Since her babes had become missing she had slipped into a state of shock and had vanished into a cave that was no longer put to use of the Shores horses. She had seperated herself from everyone, including her mate, Soul. Now she had woken to water seeping into her cave. So to top of her confusion and worry over her baby's Unna and Bryony, she had been woken up with water soaking her chest. She wasn't having a good day or past few weeks, and all she wanted was to die. She had no one, at least she felt like it. Even Soul had deserted her because she had lost his daughters. How could this be so!

Now she heard a cry that rang out to the Shore's horses. It seemed to urgent, so important that she was drawn to it though she wasn't a shore's member. Her and Soul were outcasts, misfits that had once caused great pain to the horses of the Shores, and now no one wanted anything to do with them. Plus since the foals all have been stolen, Soul and herself had been blamed for the vanishing. This wasn't fair. They had lost more then the Shore's horses could ever loose, their whole family almost. Both of their precious twins. And now the Shores horses wanted to blame the snatching of their children on them? This was so unfair. But they deserved it, for what they did to their families in the past. Soul was stupid to think that they would ever be forgiven for the past.

Black Rose roused herself from her wet bed and hide away and stepped out into the pouring rain to hear the distant cry of the lead mare to the herd. With a sigh, she pushed herself into a fat gallop, her heavy bodice slipping and sliding in the sand as she attempted to get to the lead mare. She wished she had a home, a place to call home. But she didn't, so she hung out here until Soul told her that they were leaving. Hopefully he had worked things out between him and Storm. Probally not. As she approached the fae that lead the Shores alongside Strom, she noticed that she was first to arrive. Hunching in the shadows allowing the rain to pelt her roan bodice, she hung her head. She missed her babes so much! Now she would stand here like a good girl and hear what the lead fae had to tell her and the rest of the herd.

[Hazel]

They ask what it is that I want written
On the gravestone where I'll lie
Tell them it's just my bones
That died there
So save the tears they'll cry

Blundering spirit of a heavy shire bulk cantered uneasily over the sullen sands of time, tripping countlessly over rocks and crevasses, moving slowly to avoid the points and shards that attacked the lands. He wondered how the others could move so fastover the realm, but it didnt matter much. He had to concentrate so as not to injure himself. He slowed to a fast walk, for a trot was too bouncy and a canter too fast.

The rain poured down upon him, audes laid flat to avoid most of the downpour. Thunder flashed across the skies, flaring upwards into bright white turrets of fire. The painted stag snorted, his bodice soon appearing over the horizon and heading swiftly towards the bulk of his mate. He whinnied, speeding up his walk, but it was hard. His talons were heavy and the sangs were soaked, but the roundness and flatness made it impossible to sink, until the poor smaller breeds such as mustngs whos dainty daggers would get caught and pulled underneath.

He snorted, pulling away from the grains of sand that attacked his plumage. Tossing his head up and down - though the usual fluttering of his mane was beheld as it was stuck by the weather to his crest - he greeted his mate with dispair. This children were gone, it had been a full six months before they last saw the tiny forms of Unna and Bryony. He sighed and nuzzled his boa with his, wrapping it around her like a comforting scarf, hugging her tightly, trying to sooth her fears and dreaful thoughts. What had happened to thier babes? The poor creatures, stolen from thier hearts. Were they even alive, or had the sea swallowed them up? No, it could not be, all the foals were gone. The fire? He did not know. But it was true, they were gone, perhaps, gone forever.

And we could run like lightning
Through the pouring rain
And we'll be standing like a soldier
Who comes marching home again

Another midnight form was seen, coming from the direction opposite his uncle. The dragga of the realm cantered speedily over towards his mate, his child, begotten, lost forever, it seemed. He snorted wearily, the sands seeping up towards his hocks. It was hard to move, but he just had to try. The sea was rising quickly, lapping up nearer towards his knees. The stag, so much like his father, rushed on, yet he was strong and was not easily spoiled. His knees were not broken, but strong and powerful, so forth the soldier came, plunging through the hrashness of the storm, facing his namesakes as if nothing else matter but his mate, just to touched her sodden pelt once more and to tell her that she was loved.

His form awakened, coming forth from the dunes, her leapt over the fallen log that had been for many years upon his lands, and he rushed past the once clean watering hole, that was now a watery grave for any that neared it. Grave...The word sent shivers down his spine, for his fathers grave was the seas in which none owned, and so, with Denizen, his life eneded and Stprms reign began. Oh that dreadful day, his father, still able to live and fight, murdered, not by the outlaws hatred, but the seas fury at the bloodshed. Both leaders down, Soul had disbanded the evil equines that soon fled from the realm. But still, was his uncle truly to be trusted? He bore the same scar upon his aud that Denizen did, and it was true that the lord Denizen had put such a marking there. The ex Outlaws were villians, or had been. Were they still?

He came upon Souls huge bulk, hugging his mate, brave, yet fearul for her life, ready to die simply for his family. It was then that Storm reaslised that they were alike, both lost thier children, both raised to hate one anothers fathers. Yet it didnt have to be war. Peace was alwasy the better option. he turned and was soon by the dappled grey mares side, nuzzling her pelt with great affection, whispering "I love you my darling." withing her patient audes. He smiled and stood with the others. He had to get them to safety, but not before the others were her, so that they could all escape together as one, as a family....

[phoenix]

Rain. Chaos. A call from the Queen of the shores. The feminine, ivory stag took up a fast gait, kicking up wet sands behind him. He galloped quickly toward the sound of the summons, breathing controlled in rhythm with the beat of his talons against the terra. Something bad was happening. First the fire, and now this? And Oak had barely been any help at all. Perhaps he could help this time. No, he would help this time. He promised this to both himself, and the leads he swore to serve under; even though they could hear him.

The forms of the leads, and two other shire horses he did not recognize. He quickened his pace, tenor melodies nickering in his approach. Finally coming upon the group, he dipped his crown low to the two leads of these flooding lands. He was here, finally. "I'm sorry for my delay, my lord and lady, there is no excuse for my lateness." Oak spoke in a respectful voice as his dial raised again so he stood at his full height. Glancing at the two shires, he nodded quickly in greeting. There was no time for formalities, though.

"Tell me what I must do." The stag said, hoping to make up for his delay by offering his full services. In all truth, he would have offered it anyway. He glanced quickly again at the two shires, wondering who they were. It was obvious Storm knew them. Perhaps they used to be in the herd? Perhaps they were in the herd? He didn't know, even during all his time here he had not met all who were in the herd. Oak blamed himself for this. He could have met everyone if he wished to. Or, at least that's how he put it in his mind.

||Jeez, I feel like crud compared to you guys. I apologize for my horrible post. x.x||

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((is that everyone for if so...then i will post..))

[Hazel]

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