{En} _ter_ the .Ment.

[Denali]

[.A.]rise...fore the [.W.]haeght feather falls.....

Blotch o' whaeght floated o're the appendage cracking terrain. Aloftt with young and lanky grace th' year old filly had by long introduced herself to the spinal peaks of mother nature. She knew the mountaneous terrain - it knew her. Perfect harmony. The mountains pulsing their nature's melody, whilst she beat her harmonic beat upon it's tender epidermis. However. n'er once werst hardened and sharpened plated used against another - of her kind or the earth itself. Although, as of yet, no one had daredst to threated the life pulse within her.

Speckled hide bore makings of an apaloosa but with time, they had begun to fade. unnoticable at first, but the white fure surrounding them began to cover her spots till they were hardly anything. On the contrary, her best friend..well he had grown darker - both mentally and physically. His once black speckles were now slowly devouring his white bidice. Whilst hers were still definably readable, but lighter since the los of her baby coat; his black fur- once hidden 'neath the white pellage of his foal fur was fully taking over. And she did not like what she saw behind his once lovingly devoted eyes, for now there was but little friendship, and more bitterness.

[C]ome forth..for the black one brings biddance...and no farewell..yet the whaeght feather that falls, will strengthen them all..[w]orthy.

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[Denali]

[N]ow I need you [m]ore than [N]ever.....

Slowly darkening brute grew had grown up quite a bit over the past year, though he remained quite lanky, and not even close to coming into himself, he was begining to show much prospect of being a great leader somday. He had grown surefooted quite swiftly while they had roamed the mountains. together. That's how they had always been, and as far was he was concerned, that's how things would always remained.

He knew not of the ongooing battle for the lands on which he lived, roamed, and thrived with his friend. His outlook on life was still that of the young and simple minded. He had not yet taken quite an interest in Montella for what she was truly, a mare to be, that was smart and absolutely striking. He still saw her as his best friend "in the whole wide world." The world of which, barely consisted of much beyond the mountain range. He was at the age of which exploring the "outside" world is a must, and learn all the secret paths to every where...like an instinct that never stops annoying a stallion standing alongside a mare in full heat. He couldn't resist the temptation. So follow it and let it lead him he did. He started to veer off ot the course that they had taken so many times down the the lake in the center of the main valley in which most equines resided.

Perhaps, had he and Montella listened closely enough, they might have heard the bellows and blows of the two mighty stallions in the distance, and raced to find out what was happening, but alas, comfortable in their own lithe world, they did not. Pausing for a moment, giving only a flash of a second's pause in motion to stop and consider the dynamic consequenses, his movement in that moment gracefully animated, he turned, and with a buck swiftly cantered off, into the unknown lands. Knowing full well that Montella would more than likely follow him, due to the fact that she was surely feeling the urge to move out and explore the rest of the land, shrinking as it seemed to be ever since their stamina allowed longer and swifter travel.

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