.Fleeing the fire.

[midnight]

Cimeno smiled while looking up at Munchie " Our mother and I were caught by humans awhile back. Freedom came to save us and got himself caught in a trap. They whipped him and sliced his neck and one time I charged them and we ran off." Freedom nuzzled his brother before adding on " They were going to use me as a breeding stallion until I reared and started acting crazy. They didn't want the foals to act like me so I became a haul horse."

[ashleigh04]

Munchie hung her head at the thought of other mares all over Freedom. Jealousy? No... she was just scared to lose him though thankfully he was safe and so was his sweet younger brother. Why not take a dip? It's sure hot she said as she nodded towards the rather deep water whole. Turning a few metres she galloped and jumped. Landing in there she felt very refreshed and began to roll. Her ebony silken coat was not refreshing though wet given it an even cleaner look.

[midnight]

Freedom walked in after her and nuzzled her before whispering " I would never breed another mare besides you mlove that is why I acted that way." He said before rolling in the water next to her. Cimeno just began to graze while watching his brother and Munchie there playing around like foals. He sighed lightly while thinking about his mother and the other foals on that ranch.

[ashleigh04]

She perked up quickly hearing those words and whispered to him Perhaps when spring comes along we could try for a foal of our own? It would give us something to do and look forward to and your little brother could have a play mate? she asked thoughtfully. She had so wanted one the spring that had just been but they sadly missed out on the season. Oh well it was Autumn now meaning she just had to survive throughout winter which should be easier and then she would have spring to look forward too, my were the years passing so quickly. Passing the thoughts she bucked spraying water over the colt and her lover.

[midnight]

Freedom smiled and nodded his head " I would be glad to have a foal by you mlove but let's just hope this fire doesn't burn till then." He said while then splashing Munchie and Cimeno. Cimeno just shook his head and laughed before jumping into the water and splashing around like he had done since he had been a newborn.Freedom and him laughed while then going over towards Munchie and nuzzaling her with a smile.

[wolf2]

^{.†. Tomahawk .†. .†. Listen to her song .†.}

<sup>†. The old stallion didn't listen to a word any one said. He just stood in the sand and watched her burn. When would the fire stop this madness? When would the flames die down and let her rest? The painted circle faced the mountain that lie in flames. Fall had graced the lands, but here in this sea of fire it was warm. The sun beat down on the spotted stallion, and it felt good to his hid. He looked around his side once, noticing he was alone. The old stalliion looked across the horizen, looking. He saw the others and followed them. He seen the colt, and Freedom but he said nothing. It was as if he couldn't speak. His home was in flames, and soon it would lie in ashes. What caused the madness?
†. Tomahawk looked around once more, then he looked up. He sniffed the earth, then he walked to the water. He lie down near the water in the cool mud. He shook his head, the feather remaining in its place. The circle turned to the water, and looked at the painted in the water. Tomahawk twiched his ears around then looked at the sky.

†. "We n’ de ya ho, We n’ de ya ho
We n’ de ya ho, We n’ de ya ho, ho ho ho
He ya ho he ya, Ya ya ya

We n’ de ya ho, We n’ de ya ho
We n’ de ya ho, We n’ de ya ho, ho ho ho
He ya ho he ya, Ya ya ya

We n’ de ya ho, We n’ de ya ho
We n’ de ya ho, We n’ de ya ho, ho ho ho
He ya ho he ya, Ya ya ya

We n’ de ya ho, We n’ de ya ho
We n’ de ya ho, We n’ de ya ho, ho ho ho
He ya ho he ya, Ya ya ya "

†. If you were to translate the old stallion's words, they would read, I am of the Great Spirit, Ho! I am of Great Spirit, Ho
I am of the Great Spirit, Ho! I am of Great Spirit, Ho! It is so, it is so. Great Spirit, Great Spirit, Great Spirit. The stallion sung in a short of chant. It was the morning song of the Cherokee people, he he felt a need for it to come out. He had not spoke of the chant in a while...and it seemed to take away from his thoughts of the fire.
†. He over heard the words, a foal this spring. The stallion gave a small grin, for he remebered Katoma when she was born. His daughter had always had the most beautiful green eyes, so had her mother. The stallion didn't know that his daughter was dead, and that he had a grand-son that lived in these very lands. In time he would find out though.</sup>

[bliss]

How I wished I stayed in that fire and died with the mountains...
The melancholy mare thought as she settled herself in the sand beside the others, not listening to their meaningless words.
Only watching as faint clouds of smoke rose in the distance.
Oh, don't worry yourself...
In time, the mountains will become beautiful again... right? Yes... but in no short time... years will it need to become healthy again.
She sighed heavily, and then looked to Tomahawk.
He looked deep in thought as well.
She nickered to him softly, and gently nuzzled his hock in greeting.

[cherry]

<sup>a . kkan xx
[ MAYBE I SHOULD HATE YOU FOR THIS ]
[king of the desert] x [groom to none] x [sire of none]

Oh boo hoo.
He was well aware of the fire, and how horses were even dying because of it.
And to be quite frank; Akkan couldn't give a rat's ass.
It was very much unlike Akkan to feel this way, but he didn't feel sorry for any of them. If they were that stupid not to leave the grounds, then they deserved to be punished for being so clueless, and it was natural for them to flock here - there was nothing to ignite.

A course frown etched onto his mug, he was not going to accept a herd of equine on his property, when they had no right to be here. The beach was farther away from the desert - why couldn't they go there instead of invading his privacy?
He'd grown into a bitter old man.
There was no one to support him, or even family, so he'd become a hermit, he didn't want to share his land with a whole bloody herd of them, irritating, ego obsessed horses.

He paced towards a small group, obviously relieved to find this place.
Too bad, it's taken.
Gradually, his steps quickened to a run, and once he arrived close enough to intimidate them all, he stopped.

He looked down on every single one of the horses, his long ebon tresses falling over his eyes, and masculine figure casted a nasty shadow below him. Unable to resist it any longer, he inhaled a breath and allowed a droned, bitter sentence emit from his kissers.

"I never agreed to host a refuge until the fire died down."

He looked over every one of the creatures, chocolate orbs skipping minor features. He cooled himself down, knowing he could rampage on every single one of them right there, right then.

"I am Akkan. The lead of the land you decided to crash on - who're you?"

ooc; there was no rain. it doesn't rain in the desert, and when it does, it doesn't make a pond big enough for a horse</sup>

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[ashleigh04]

[OOC: Ok it's just my aunt lives in desert country and there was a storm. And my dad was watching this program about deserts when there was a waterhole. Discovery channel crap.]

Munchie walked over to Tomahawk as he stood singing a song. Cherokee most likely as Munchie always though of Tomahawk as one. Though she did not understand what he was saying. Picking up her pace she reached him, nuzzling him in a friendly manner. Tomahawk what is wrong? a stupid question needed a silly answer she thought to herself. It was obviously because their home was up in flames and seemed never to flicker out. She stood next to him, the height a great difference and watched the flames burn. In the distance she could see a great tree crashing down and could only wonder what it would have been like if she was there.

She was disturbed by a newcomer. Turning she saw a handsome black stag' and he told them he was the lead stallion of the land. I am Munchie the lead mare of Rocky Mountains. Pointing her tassles to Freedom she spoke That is Freedom Moon lead stallion on the Rocky mountains and we are joined by herd members. Knowing there would probably be trouble she thought better of herself to explain why she was trespassing. Our home is in flames, we are galloped as fast as we could and we met up here. We cannot go back you see, there is currently great havoc and nothing to live on. She threw her crown towards where you could see the red flirms flicking clearly.

[Bliss]

Hmm, well isn't this a friendly brute...
The spotted mare stood as the large black stallion spoke, her towers lowering against her skull.
She shook her body to rid of the hot sand in her pelt. No use...
"Well, I'm obviously not wanted here."
She said bitterly as a strange anger began to rise.
"Oh, and Amarantine is my name... not that you really care..."
She turned her quarters to him, swished her whipcord violently and began galloping off with what strength her muscles could conjure. She was going back to the mountains...
So what if everything was on fire...
So what if the air was polluted...
That was her home...
And no where else was safe...
The island was probably too crowded...
Everywhere else would soon catch fire...
The Shores would provide little food and water...
Some old hag was preventing further refuge in the desert...
Well wasn't this just dandy?
Something's got to give...

[wolf2]

^{.†. Tomahawk .†. .†. Listen to her song .†.}

<sup>†. The old native just listened to the sound of the sea of fire. His ears twitched with each sound he heard. He heard the sigh of the spotted mare, and then the words of Munchie. He lay there for a moment, the stood up with a swift movement. he walk into the waters, washing the mud from his pelt. The feather didn't move, it didn't dace...it was like it a mood ring. The painted circle looked to the ebony mare, but before he could speak another tone boomed. He heard the words of the cold stallion. Tomahawk could feel a slight rage with in his soul. He was not going to let them all be run off so easily. He was not going to allow his friends to walk their own trail of tears. Before the stallion could speak, the spotted mare darted off.

†."Amarantine, she doesn't want you to come. She says she doesn't want you to burn as her...stay with family.

†. The old native's painted circle turned to the ebony stallion. His muddy pools were cold and vacant as he stared into the pools of the cold one.

†."Dark one, your spirit may be cold...but I respect you still. Dark one, she called me Tomahawk."

†. The old native spoke in an Indian like tone. He didn't feel the rush of war in his bones any more...not sense, he shook it away. This was no time to think of the past, he had to see about his family. The old native still didn't look away from the pools of the dark stallion, Akkan.

†."You may not agree, but she did. She doesn't want her children to burn."

†. He spoke of the land, for it was his way. The way of his people and spirit. What he believed in...and so he spoke of it.</sup>

[bliss]

[Has left]

[wolf2]

[.Waits for anyone.]

[cherry]

♥ ♥



<sup>a . kkan &&
[ MAYBE I SHOULD HATE YOU FOR THIS ]
[king of the desert] x [groom to none] x [sire of none]

With an emotionless mask, he looked over the small group, just watching them silently to himself. It seemed like no emotion flashed over his gaze, like he was unconscious. He had that skill to do that, he hated being read like a book.
He was not going to show any sympathy for this lot.
Or any interest.

She remained silent, looking at the group in turns as she stated she was the lead of the Mountains, along with the stallion, and that the rest of them were herd member.

He inhaled, and droned out a long sigh.
The Rocky Mountains he’d never been too, but Windago had told him about it.
This was shameful, really. Vinny would have done this a lot better. The original leader wouldn’t have left his home. Damn it, Akkan would die with his land.
These selfish beings chose the opposite.

While she motioned towards the distance, he followed it and studied the obvious flames in the distance. Hadn’t she heard? That the flood was going to save the land?
He sighed in frustration – of course she hadn’t.

His stance didn’t even twitch, or show any kind of remorse as the mare decided she’d leave; not going to put up with Akkan’s shit within two minutes of meeting him.
Oh well.
He didn’t care.
He didn’t seem to care about thing or any one any more.

As it became his turn to speak, he spoke in a serious, stern voice, unable to put any emotion in his lyrics any more.

"You can return now. The flood will save you and your family."</sup>

[ashleigh04]

[has left to mountains]