Slipping Away...

[phoenix]

||I figured I needed to post with Wynne again.||

Are you still angry? Do you still hate me? Or am I just slipping away from your thoughts?

Wynne wandered through the lushly foliaged part of the island. Her mind held many troubles. She was confused again. Her gray form weaved in and out of trees slowly and the occasional clump of earth was tossed behind her daggers. Crown was held low, tassels limply reaching toward the ground. Occasionally her lids closed over her optics, as if she was sleep walking. No. This was just done in thought. In painful thought.

It had been a while since she had talked to anyone she once knew. Had Windago abandoned her? Only faint whispers reached her with rumors of what the herd had been up to. Perhaps she should make the treacherous swim back to land. Perhaps she should leave them. It didn't seem like anyone remembered poor, lonely, hated Wynne. Well, at least she was hated by one. Aurora. What ill had she brought upon that hot-tempered mare? There were rumors that she had put a rogue stallion in its place. That brought a smile to her eyes when she heard that. One win for the female side of the species.

But, other than major, or public events, she hadn't heard much about the current events of the herd. She had taken to roaming the less-traveled part of the island, not necessarily wanting to run into Aurora again. The Percheron fae didn't know exactly why the fear of Aurora had come to her again, perhaps it was when word of the battle she had won finally reached her auds. She didn't necessarily want to be around Aurora when she was still high from a fight. But, that had been a long time ago. Why did she choose seclusion now?

It must have been the one mare that she spoke to. The one she actually spoke to. Wynne didn't speak to very many equines, the only one she spoke freely with was Windago. But, he was busy, with the island he had to run and everything. Also, a large amount of new horses had been coming to the island, he was busy with greetings and welcomes. There was rumor that the island had found its Queen. Well, that had been going around for a while. There wasn't much after that had found its way to her. Perhaps she had been forgotten.

Perhaps Wynne had escaped the minds of even those who meant the most to her.

[Meg]

Windago.
I haven't forgotten about you.
I never will.

Dum..dum..deda..

His soft humming vocals flew out like calming waves of hope and guidance over the sandy beach that he trod upon. His dial bobbed and weaved, his feet keeping the beat of the little song he sang from boredom. He stopped where he stood, and turned his rump to a tall palm tree, rubbing that ichy spot that he could never reach, his bottom lip hanging down slightly as he groaned happily. He was totally subconsious to the fact that his one of his favorite mares where within 20 feet of him, alone. And had been alone for some time.

He acted like a total fool, just being the weird one he was, his rump iched so! Sigh released as he finally got it iched, then he shook himself. His big, smelly stag scent tossed into the air. With a grunt, he continued to stoll along, until he finally rose his orbs to Wynne that stood all alone on the beach. If he could blush, he would have. He nickered softly instead and stood his embaressment away. She wouldn't care that he was just a great big silly kid at heart; now would she? He slide next to her, nibbling softly at her tressels that laid limply on her draft figurine. Today was a good day. Oasis was back with him, and he just wanted to sit on the beach and talk to someone. He had found the prefect someone, Wynne. She maybe quiet, but she did acknowledge him and listen intently. Sometimes she would answer with very wise and truthful answers.

"Wynne, how are you this fine day? I'm sorry I have not spoken to you in many moons..."

He said the ending softly. He didn't mean to abandon her or ignore her, he just had been so busy; trying to get Oasis's heart back, repairing nervous mare issues in the herd. Sometimes he could get lost in all of that. He never meant to though. Oasis, Mircale, Aurora, Wynne. That was his favorite mares to be around. He never meant to choice favorites, he just found mares that he preferred to be around because they seemed to understand him the most and they were the best to have a conversation with. With a soft grin he over looked the waves, waiting for her reasponse.
[crap post]

[zozo]

<sup>The dotted minx felt the golden grains shift beneath her dainty talons. Her banner swaying behind polka dot rump, swishing to Oasis's gentle 3 beat. Scythes digging and pulling in that strange motion that was the only way to gain any speed 'pon the sinking sands of the coast. The feeling was so familiar, and a smile spread 'pon moonwashed kissers, how she had missed the feeling of weightlessness. Yet now she was homme once more, this beautiful realm was not hers, but now the femme was content and relaxed.

The day was picturesque, gentle lapping lulling ripples tugged at Oasis's daggers as each striped hoof barely left an imprint 'pon the sand. The etch soon washed over by the coast. Bod leaned into the corner as the dove veered about a protuding rock, a breakaway that had tumbled from the cliff. Darting through the sheltering palm trees before spuring pistons faster as Oasis leapt back 'pon the sands. narrowing emerald optics as the light glared from the azure.

Tiara shook, and sinew was bunched beneath haunches suddenly as two figures were made out in the distance. A calling sweet nicker falling from laynx as pools recognised the ebonite bulk of her beloved Windago. Scythes flicked 'pon the beach, sending grains flying about hocks as talons pressed into the earth in her lively 2 beat.

Soon drawing beside her love, tiara pressing against his strong inky boa, creamy tassles entwining with his own lengthy threads of midnight. Spheres fell to the tall Draft vix, nodding politely with dappled crown. Wondering if this femme was new. There seemed to be quite a few new members joining the enchanted Isles.

Oasis let the sweet silence grow past the moment, wondering whether to reveal her dubbance or allow Windago to contine his introductions and welcomes. The Appaloosa decided 'pon the latter, she was never the connfident one anyway, and felt too at peace with the world to yet disturb nature's symphony.</sup>

[phoenix]

Wynne heard Windago coming. The rhythm and sound of his gait was something more familiar to her than almost anything. She try to hold back a giggle at his kid-like action, but a soft chuckle escaped. Still, she tried not to let him know that she know what he did or that he was there, not wanting to embarrass him. If he wished to talk to her, he would find her.

She felt him draw close to her and nibble softly at her tassels. With a soft nicker in return, she touched maws briefly with him and watched him with kind, dark brown eyes. Her auds stood up straight as he spoke a gentle apology. In reply, she softly nuzzled his boa. Don't worry, all is forgiven, she silently said through her action. It would take a lot for him to get on her bad side, if it was possible at all.

As a dappled femme came and lovingly greeted Windago, her eyes smiled. So this was the fae Windago loved? They had not yet gotten the chance to meet. Still, Wynne could tell she was a mare of good morals, and a kind mare to Windago. She nodded in greeting to her, not knowing what to say, not that she said much, anyway. Wynne looked to her ebony-painted friend for him to introduce her to the Appaloosa vix.

||Not much muse... sorry.||

[Meg]

Windago.
Did you really think I would
Forget about you?

He nickered softly, accepting her quiet words that he seemed to oddly understand. It was so strange how a horse could understand one that others couldn't. He nuzzled her gently, and then the sounds of another horse approching on light hooves caught his ears. Then a femmora with lepoard spots and the petitist form that any mare could have, snuggled next to him and squeezed his heart a little tighter with the lasso she bound around it. Oasis.

Nickering softly he pressed his onyx cheek to her ivory one, nickering softly as he closed his silvery brown eyes. Opening them he looked into Oasis's eyes and nibbled her kissers with his, almost like a horsey kiss. Feeling a cool breeze, he pressed his great warm bodice close to hers and wrapped his neck around her's, his tressels falling over her spotted back. Looking over at Wynne he stretched his mug out and touched hers softly. Finally she would get to met his dove!

"Wynne, this is my dove... Oasis. Oasis, this is Wynne. She took lead mare to look over the herd for a little bit, while I looked for you. She is a good friend."

He said softly. Rubbing against Oasis again, he grunted. He loved her so much since the day he saw her on that beach. Never again would he let Oasis leave his side, never again. He would hold on to as tight as he could. His love dove.
[Occ; Sorry 'bout the wimpy post.]

[phoenix]

||*is waiting for Oasis*||

[zozo]

<sup>Thorns flicked forth as the doe caught the ebony steed's baritones. As soon as the other vix's dubbance chimed through the litho, the Appaloosa'a dreambox made an echo of the dubbance from long ago. And t'was only after Windago's explanation could Oasis coinside the blessing with the greyscale memory.

Emerald optics turned back to the draft mare, considering the minx in a new light. Listeners could not help but flick back for a moment...
So this was the mare that Windago had replaced me with?

In a tidal flood of turmoil, the past season's rift's and terrible row's overpowered the Appaloosa, and Oasis felt frozen, unsure of which emotion to grasp first.
Why Wynne?
Did Windago find more than friendship in her?

Oasis's paranoid mind could not help but provide the answers to her own questions. And for a heartbeat, her facade was blank, inside battling down her panic. Sinew relaxed once more, audits pricked forthright, and a cautious, but gentle smile spread pon labrums. There was no point in dragging up the past now, the dotted vix had done enough damage, t'would be childish and immoral to kick up a fuss now.

A sigh rattled her feminine bod, before a friendly nicker fell from layrnx, introductions had been made. And the Appaloosa could tell that this large yet gentle fea was not one to use syllables in her communication. Oasis had no qualms with that, the fea sometimes thought that the ancient song of equines had almost been forgotten, favoured instead were words and lyrics. Was the body not the greatest tool of communcation?</sup>

[phoenix]

The tension could be cut with a knife. This made the dappled gray mare nervous. She knew what was going on through the spotted fae's head. It was something that only Aurora had the nerve to voice. A surprise that was only too familiar to her from her encounters with the fiery-tempered mare. Windago's love did not trust her. She thought she had been replaced. But, Wynne knew of how much Windago had loved Oasis, and knew of how much pain he was in until he finally decided to leave to go reclaim her love. Wynne was only a friend, if even that much, to the giant teddy-bear that ruled these lands.

She dipped her crown low in submission, bowing to Oasis. I could never replace you in his heart. Her thoughts weren't so clear this time with her movements, but still the point came across that she humbled herself before Windago's dove. If this dove wanted to attack her, Wynne would not blame her. She almost half-expected her to, since the only good friend of Windago's she had met was the flaming personality of Aurora. But, this mare seemed gentle. She seemed nice. She seemed like she was closer to Wynne's own personality.

Wynne's gentle, dark orbs smiled at Oasis as her dial lifted again, some tassels of cream-colored mane falling in front of her optics. He loves you a lot. She thought as she backed up slightly to give them some space. She did not want to appear to be a threat, even with her larger size. Her daggers left deep imprints in the wet sand, and she nickered softly in surprise as a foamy wave swirled around them. Her feathers stuck to her talons from the sandy, salty wet. She looked at Windago and Oasis again and nickered a soft apology. After having not been on the beach for a long time, she had almost forgotten about the ebbing tides. Positioning herself so that she wouldn't be caught off-guard again, she nodded gently as if to say, Nevermind that back there, it was terribly embarrassing. Let's talk about something else now. Of course, a single nod could not say this, but the feeling was the same.

[Meg]

Windago.
E.R has never seen a heart attack like you.

The worry that he saw in Oasis was enough to strike him dead. A quick pain to his heart he wished he could bite back his words, but alas, you can't take something back that was already out and burrowed into the ears of the surrounding souls. He could tell that the mood was shattered instantly, and he felt bad. He wished he could bow at Oasis's feet and tell her that it wasn't because he saw more friendship in Wynne, it was because he had no one to turn to when he was alone. Aurora was gone, his heart was gone. And Wynne was there to help him. He had trusted her with the lands while he looked for his heart, and in turn it caused a riot. No one would truelly believe him for this.

With a sigh, he rested his cheek on Oasis's. He didn't know how to tell her, to wash away her fears. Instead he just wanted to hold her and make her feel more loved, and what she thought wasn't true, that Wynne wasn't his heart/ Oasis was. Wynne was just a dear friend. He could even feel Wynne's heart breaking at the sight of Oasis's distrust and worry. He felt bad for being the bringer of these sad thoughts. He sighed and looked away, the sadness in his eyes for their heart break. Damn, he didn't want this to happen. Oh well. It was out. He almost heard Wynne's words whispering in his ears to change the subject. He was desperate.

"What are we going to do about these fires that are spreading on the mainland? We are becoming overflooded with horses."

He said softly. He nudged Oasis, wanting her words in on this. Though Aurora was Queen, he forgot often and thought Oasis as the Queen still. It was something that should be, Oasis and Windago; Queen and King of the Tropical Island. But no, it was Oasis's wish that Aurora stand by him. He looked in her eyes, what would her suggestion be? Then he looked at Wynne, wondering what she would say. Then a gasp excaped him. These were two ex Queens of this land!

[zozo]

<sup>The Appy realised at once that her trecherous thoughts had been read clearly by the two about her. Well, Oasis was faced with the mare that had taken her throne, in barely a few days since she had left. But the dotted femmora knew that Windago was not trying to replace her, just keep his herd running smoothly. She knew that. Didn't she?

Emerald voids turned to lock with the large vix and towering Friesian, and harks flicked atop tiara as Wynne swept plush to the earth. The action caught Oasis by suprise, but told of meanings she knew so well. The Draft was submitting, offering herself as no threat. To the throne, or Windago's heart. The ex-Queen nodded slowly, after some hesitation, to show she had understood Wynne’s meaning. And hopefully could believe it…

The ebon brujo beside her seemed to tense against her pelt, after his baritones had stained the litho, and her reaction had been not at all subtle, it seemed Windago had regretted bringing the conversation to light. Yet then again, if Windago had strived to keep this mare’s identity a secret, should his Appaloosa love find out, t’would be easy for her to accuse the stallion of hiding something that should not be there.

Oasis forced sinew to relax, crown dropped slightly and a smile spread ‘pon moonwashed kissers. Warmth spread to her dotted cheek as the Friesians’s heavy cranium pressed against her tiara, a soft nicker spilled from larynx. Do not fret, m’love

Listeners were pulled, like sunflowers to the sun, as Windago’s changed the subject to lighten the thick tension in the air. Oasis let dreambox study the problem, the fea too forgetting t’was now Aurora’s role to think of such solutions

Well m’love, you have been wishing that the Island could increase its members. Maybe this is the chance to let our numbers flourish.

This island is large enough to produce enough foliage for many equine’s. I have studied its depths, and there is liquid and greenery a plenty.

Yet if it will lighten your load, you could appoint a trustworthy individual to take charge patrolling the shores, to welcome and assess any new equines to the shores. It will save you a lot of time and effort, m’love. After all, age is creeping ‘pon you, darling.

A cheeky flirtatious grin broke ‘pon façade, and hips gently butting the sturdy flanks of Windago as he was pressed beside her. Oasis teasingly chiding the old Friesian as his days were no longer that of a spring chicken. T’was not often the Appaloosa was so free about strangers, but the quietness and soothing presence of Wynne was enough to let Oasis’s more natural colour’s show. And she had been giving Windago a hard time lately, and wished to make it up to him. He was precious, too precious to take advantage of.</sup>

[phoenix]

Wynne heaved a sigh. She didn't know what to do. The large fae wasn't one to figure out situations like that. It wasn't something she was good at doing even when she was Queen of the Island for that short while. Now she was an Ex-Queen, and she was no better off for it. If anything, she was hated worse now. She was just as lost and alone as she was the day Windago found her, and she certainly wasn't any more experienced.

She listened in her silent way to Oasis. The dappled vixen was wise, and knew how to run a herd. Calm, inquisitive, caring. Her suggestion was a good one. Someone to help patrol the shores and size-up members. Well, just the fact that it included talking left her out. Though Windago trusted her, she had already proved herself unable to hold an authoritative position in a herd. And to talk to someone knew was out of the question. She had always been silent, always been closed-up from the world.

The gray fae was slightly saddened by the fact that she held no answers for the lead stallion that had took her in out of the kindness of his heart. She held her crown lower than usual, her posture that of even more depression than before. Was she useless to the herd? Was she useless to her friends? Perhaps she was everything Aurora had claimed her to be... perhaps she was just dead weight that needed to leave. She held no comforts, no answers, and her silent ways made some of her fellow equines wary of her. But perhaps they didn't understand, she just didn't like talking. She didn't like the way her melodies struck the auds. There was no hidden plot going on beneath the quiet.

Her chocolate brown eyes smiled kindly at Oasis, glad that Windago's love was not cross with her. Wynne's depression eased as the dappled vix became more relaxed around her, and her dial resumed its normal height. Cream-colored banner gave a couple of quick swishes as she enjoyed the nature around her. But wait. What was that? It seemed as if the water was slowly creeping up the shore, more than it usually did. This was strange... but only time would tell if it was dangerous.

She nickered softly to the other two and motioned with her cranium toward the waters. Was it just her mind playing tricks on her? No, it had actually risen. That was odd... very odd. What phenomenon would cause such things to happen. The tide wasn't coming in. The bright orb wasn't in the right place in the sky for that to be happening. It must have been something else, but what?

||Yeah... 'tis not necessarily the greatest post. x.x Sorry about that.||