.The Dance.-hopes Driftwood will come-

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[.Yeah...it would be....but I'm not ready to kill me baby..]

[♥/tiyre]

welkin said:

OOC: AND THE CAVE WHERE ALL THE FOALS GOT LOCKED IN AND TEQ WENT NUTSO 8DD <3

((sorry - I had to say this *begs not to die* It's the cave where Rosethorn first began to realize she loved Tequila - is something wrong with that that was where he went "nutso"? ))

[stitchedskull]

The firm floor of the forest suddenly collapsed before him, turning to soft sand. His gait battled the lack of support for his size, but kept with the mares. Not one of them was built for quick fleets, especially on sand, but there was no choice. They could not go back. The shirt sprint to the water's seemed like hours, the heat growing hotter and hotter. The cream stallion galloped into the waves, the cold sensation wonderful on his hide after the risen tempurate of the fire. His thin, white feathers swung under the water with the current, torn back as he wadded into deeper water. Approaching Magic, he smiled and ran his velvets along her boa gently, then joined her in watching the tretcherouse bonfire eat it's way though the land.

"Magic..." He whispered softly, giving a sigh. "I'm sorry." Drift knew it wasnot his doing, but he could not help but feel sorry for her, and Feather. This was the land Magic grew up on, and now, now it was dieing before them. Nickering to Feather, he wanted her to know both he and Magic were fine. Seeing as both the mare's had given a call, he should as well. Inform other he was with them and safe, and to warm of those who had not yet met the flames.

[wolf2]

^{.†. Magic .†. .†. Can you feel it? .†.}

<sup>†. The ebony mare heard his words, and answered with a soft nuzzle. She looked into his deep pools. Her banner and mane danced with a slight breeze. Her ears caught the sound of thunder...could it be. She felt the droplets hit her coat one by one. She heard the thunder roar, and it gave comfort to her soul. The rain was falling down. She looked up, and she couldn;t help herself. She reared and thrashed her feathered hooves about. She looked to where the fire once raged. All that was left was smoke, and ashes. The threat was gone...or was it. Little did the mare know, the rain would wash away the lands since there wasn't any trees to stop it. The ebony mare could care less about what the rain would bring right now...for the fire was gone.
†. She landed with a thund, her hooves sinking into the wet sand. She found herself looking into his pools. Surly he could read her emotions like a book in her muddy pools. She had to tell him. Tell him of the way she felt, and let love run its course. This spring, could it be the spring that she got her wishes...

†."I love you Driftwood..."

†.She spoke softly, but her excitement was clearly in her tone. She looked to the sky, watching the rain fall down. Hearing the thunder dance across the sky...and rumble like the heart in her chest.</sup>

^{.†. Feather .†. .†. Dance in the breeze .†.}

^{†. Feather felt the rain soak her coat, and she was thankful. She had seen Meg dance in the fire...and felt she was crazy. Could it be Meg? The mare had wished her to dance in the flames with her...but Feather knew she must stay. Magic may need her. She looked over to Magic and heard her words to Driftwood...and it warmed her heart. Alas the painted shire mare didn't have a love, magic had been born through a great frendship...nothing more. Feather's icy blues closed, her face toward the sky. The rain felt good to her face. She listened to the thunder rumble, and it it comforted her. The mare thought for a second though...there weren't any trees to hold the land together. Could it be their troubles had just begun?}

[wolf2]

[Waits for Corpse.]

[stitchedskull]

(I'll post tonight when I get home. Gotta work today.)

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Amber pools folloed the contrasting body of his love in the waves. It was a beautiful site, her mighty shape rising high to dance. The smoke curled with the thunder, the dull singing of the rain and the rumble of the waves. When she landed he rushed to her side, nuzzling her adoringly. Never had he been so happy, not back home, not on his days spent wallowing in the sunlight, racing the waves. Nothing could injure his joy it seemed. So long as he could gaze at the perfect statue that was his, and he hers. The waves charged around their stilts, uniting his cream form with her paint pattern.

"I love you too, Magic." He whispered in her aud, then gave her boa a rub with his crown. Just as Magic wished to form a life, he wished to help her, give her the gift Curse never did. His side pressed against hers to feel her powerful heart.

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^{.†. Magic .†. .†. Can you feel it? .†.}

^{†. The ebony mare felt him press into her body. She felt at ease at his touch, it was like medicine. She lay her head on his chest, and took a deep breath. She froze in time, not caring about anything at the moment. The rain hit her pelt, and ran down her body. Her mane was soaked, and it stuck to her body. Her banner looked like one mass, for the rain had soaked it as well.
†. The return of his words made her heart fly. She felt his words deep within her heart, as if was meant to be. She removed her head from his chest and looked at him. Rain ran down her forelock. Her muddy pools seemed to twinkle once more. She felt complete once more, and she hadn't felt this way since Curse left. She knew he was the one...}

^{.†. Feather .†. .†. Dance in the breeze .†.}

<sup>†. The painted mare let the rain hit her, loving its feel. She noticed something that startled her. The waves seemed to grow closer. Her heart began to pound, a flood would come. She looked at her daughter and her true love...they had to get to safety. Where would be a safe place? The mountains would be a great place, but Freedom may have many horses take shelter there. The desert? It may turn to mud. The cliff? Of course...it was high and rocky. It would be safe to stay away from the edge, for it may cave in. The others...she would have to warn the others. Tell Storm, Dream, and their foal to get to the cliff, and then get the others. Little did the mare know, the foals of the Sandy Shores had been taken away by a crazed mare.

†. "The waves are washing closer to land...you must go to the cliff, I'll stay and warn the others."

†. The painted shire mare spoke with a bit of worry in her tone.</sup>

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[.bump.]

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The stallion's rumbling heart beat heavily with joy, his boa draping around Magic's in protective love. Never would she be hurt again if he could help it. Not hoof nor storm would break them apart. As his eyes closed he recalled how he had met the ebon coated mare. It was in a storm, and both had been running to safety. Together they sheltered in a cave, watching the storm. Magic had had an injury on her stilt Drift tended to, and form then they were friends. Now, lovers. The rain soaked them both dripping from the tip of his maw into the water, streaming through his mane to cascade into hers.

With a deep breath he woke from his state of totaly happiness, amber pools looking at Feather. Raising his skull from around Magic he shook his head.
"You must come with us. I can't leave you here. The others will know to leave. They have lived here long enough to know the waves."

Drift looked at Magic, nudging her towards the shrinking land as he trudged through the growing waves to Feather. "Come with us, please." He asked, nudging her boa gently. Of the three int eh waves, he was the stallion. He was to protect them and he could never leave the mother of his love to fend for herself. Too much could happen, and never could he live with himself knowing it was his fault Magic had no mother.

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^{†. Dance in the breeze...}

^{†. The painted shire mare was ready to dash away in a gallop and warn the others, but then she heard his words. He wanted her to go along, and she knew her daughter would too. She began to think, she couldn't leave her daughter. For what if something happened to her? Feather wouldn't be there... and the guilt would slowly kill her. She must go. A nod was placed on Feather's crane. Her long white and black mixed veil was soaked, sticking to her neck. Her banner was nothing but a wet mass. Her icy blues looked toward the cliff's direction. The mare pushed off with a delicate launching from her back haunches. Her feathered daggers made impressions in the wet sand, only to be washed away but the high waves. Soon the mare was nothing but a dot...}

†. Can you feel it?

^{†. The jet colored mare was caught up in the moment of his embrace... true love this time. Spring, she couldn't wait... she would ask for a foal. What would it look like? What would it be? All the questions flew into her mind, but his tone snapped her back into the present time. They must go now. He had told her mother to come along, and this eased the mare's soul. Her black mane stuck to her neck. her white feathers were heavy with water. Her white blazed showed brightly. The rain had made her pelt a tattered thing, making her look rugged. When would the sun come up? When would this strange weather cease? The mare didn't know. Magic looked in to the eyes of Driftwood, then motioned with her head to come on. She shifted her weight to her haunches to half rear and land in a gallop to the cliff, and a new start...}

[stitchedskull]

I posted in the Cliffs.

[wolf2]

[.Alright Magic&Feathee are gone from this here post...]