my wit wont allow it.

[Kindred Blue]

S E Y D I
had me
at hello.

Was this home? The still-young stallion could never really be sure. The small golden grains of sands felt soft and sweet beneath his hooves, and the crashing waves seemed strangely friendly. Light as he was (for he wasnt a heavy eater), Seydi did not need to reposition himself to avoid sinking, but he shuffled his weight all the same, as if afraid that the scenery would change all of a sudden and motion to eat him whole.

It was a very strange sort of sensation - to be standing on familiar ground, steady but somehow sinking, and wondering what to call the place. Seydi had been to the Shores before, and even then he had liked it; and there he had met the horse he fell in love with. But through the good points, Seydi's feelings had sparked revaltions and disgust - gay? It went against Gods plans! But the Tersk knew somewhere that he was not wrong, he was not dumb, and he was not digusting. He felt the same emotions as any other equine might, perhaps even with a greater intensity - and furthermore he was one of the kindest, most sensitive stallions you could ever come across.

But, perhaps, that had been one part of the problem. Seydi could not even begin to describe the situation between himself and the strong painted mare, Rain; but he understood her point of view. She was betrayed and lonely, with no home and a history of breaks - and then along comes the happy go lucky and very handsome stallion, bursting with life and promising a new beginning. And before you know it, the friendship escalates, and suddenly the youngster has to explain why he does not wish to go any further. Stick up for himself and cover his own tracks, define his own actions to his own best friend! It had been a heart breaking moment, when Seydi's voice had cracked with emotion, as he shouted his reasoning, leaving only with the threat of another gang war and another back breaking fight. Equines of today were not friendly toward what they were not accustomed to and Seydi had seen the brunt of it many a time.

But now? Now there was a sense of belonging, and it rushed from the sand up into the Tersk's strong legs as he stood there, black mane whipping at his neck as the wind tasted him, trying to recognise him and find his place on the golden bay. The place was clean and almost empty - the only hoofprints were those that showed his own path there, such a difference from his last visit, when the place had been practically buzzing with horses.

The flood had wreaked its havoc, clearly. The beach almost sighed with relief at the receeding of the water, but still there was wreckage dotted over the landscape. Drift wood, sea weed, a few unfortunate sea creatures; and strangest of all, a large skull that looked horrifyingly equine. Though he took a few steps forward, he deliberately plotted a course that avoided said skull entirely, for its mere appearance gave him a sense of foreboding that did not fit in with how he should be feeling. After all, he should be elated! He finally had his love by his side, even if the relationship was contraversial and posed problematic.

Turning his head with a smile, and a gleam of kindness and emotion in his green eyes, Seydi whinnied a call for Storm to come and catch up. The King was to return to his lands - but what would that make Seydi?

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[Hazel]

Tossing back his overgrown, and slightly afro-style, mane, a long legged, rather miss-matched bodice pranced across the sands. Thoroughbred legs, mustang bodice, long, naturaly thin frame, Storm wasnt the most accuratly proportioned stallion. But his light bodice made it easy for him to skip lightly over his kingdom with grace and speed. The high winds brushing over his ebonite locks, the lead stag gazed over his lands with blue tinged optics. A tune rang within his skull as he trotted over the beach, a tune he had first heard a year or so ago, coming from the lungs of a handsom tersk stallion.

'Oh I do like to be besides the sea side oh I do like to be besides the seaaaaa!' The words made him feel all light and happy inside, like a balloon. Bobbing merrily in the skies, light as a feather, carried by nothing but its contents. Its contents which, in Storms case, were fond memories of the gay grey equine. Slightly disturbing himself, Storm had admitted to himself that he was, infact, bisexual. But only for Seydi. He had loved his mate, Dream, with all his heart, but she had grown away from him. His daughter lost, he had nothing left from his relationship with her. She was gone, it was over. Any stag would have been mourning after such an event, loosing both lover and foal, but he did not. He felt elated, he knew that, if found, he could announce his feelings for the brujo. He didnt care what others thought, they could taunt him, hurt him for feeling that way about another male, but he wouldnt give a damn. Storm was respected, or had been anyway, due to his father fame. They couldnt judge him, the mighty stallion of the shores. So what if he likes boys. It didnt effect him. And it made him happy. Finaly.

Grinning from ear to ear with a slightly creepy look upon his face, the black stag continued to sing the tune as he skipped over the sands. Seeing the skull from the corner of his eye, he slowed slightly, but he had seen it before. He ignored it. Hopefully it was that of Spirit and not the damned lord Denizen. But, like Seydi, it disturbed him. It gave him a eerie feeling, it sent a shudder down his spine. But he was far too merry to be feeling such thing. He closed his eyes until her passed it. Opening his eyes after a few steps, he reared quite suddenly, almost walking into the rump of a dappled grey equine.

[Kindred Blue]

S E Y D I
had me
at hello.

It was a song, and oh! - One of such familiarity. The words were like music to Seydi's ears, which is (of course) a ridiculous sort of phrase, because a song was music. But the song brought a rich and joyous rush to the young stallions mind and body, and he did a sort of jump on the sand that looked like a bad ballet move.

His green eyes moved swiftly and he felt a slight tumble in his heartstrings as the stallion formerly known as Flamed Storm tumbled over the horizon and into his line of vision. His black physique flared against the clear blue skies that so signalled his brave return, but Seydi was unwilling to suggest at what cost. The floods had ruined this precious home, and it made the handsome Tersk flicker with emotion and worry, as he wondered faintly how long it might take to rebuild the lands and the great herd of the Shores.

Seydi himself had a terrible relationship with his father - the racist, egotistical bastard - but he knew full well what a strong bond Storm had with his late father, Spirit. The former lead had left a lot to live up to, and Seydi often spotted Storm gazing towards the sky; as if in hope his father would appear and tell him what was right and what was wrong. Family ties were, for the most part, what seperated the two stallions the very most, and to Seydi it seemed to strange to have so much faith in your father. His own had never shown him any emotion but anger, and though the Tersk was not a stereotypical sort, he had begun to assume that most fathers acted that way.

In all this deep thought, Seydi failed to notice how close Storm had drawn until he had almost knocked him down like a bowling pin - and the dappled stallion laughed cheerfully, nudging the other in the side of his neck. "Welcome home." With a smile, he closed his eyes for a moment, before casting his gaze outwards to stare over the seaside. Once more his green aura dropped to the discarded skull, and a small shiver tickled his spine chillingly. He did not know what it may mean, but it was strange to him, and he was not fond of the feeling.

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[Hazel]

Snorting as he took a step back from his close encounter with the stallions bodice, Storm simply grinned for a moment at his gay friend. The grin stuck to him like a magnet upon hos robotic bodice as he automacticly replied; "Greetings." His mind shifted into gear, and he focused himself quickly, taking in the face of the stallion. He seemed as bright as ever, yet held a few traces of uneasiness about him. Bodice on auto-pilot, he nudged the stallion back, mirroring his gesture. He too was uneasy, yet for obviously different reasons. A deep blush burnt upon his cheeks yet was, hopefully, invisible to the tersk. Clearing his throat simply to give himself something to do as he swayed upon his pillars, Storm tryed to kick start his brain into functioning correctly. After a few painful seconds of silence, he felt the grin fade from a slightly eccentric overly-happy image to a comfortable smile.

"Good to see you Seydi. Didnt get swept away by the damned oceon I see." He nudged his friends nose, slightly uncomfortable. Seeing the others eyes move towards the side, he couldnt help but turn too. THe large skull gleamed and he winced slightly. "Denizen." He murmered, his eyes closing at the mere thought of the brute remaining upon his home. But at least he knew that the shire stag would never return, he was condemmed to hell for all eternity. Storm only hoped that eternity would out-last his own life. It certainly out-lived Dream and Siennas. Sienna had not been seen since she was stolen by that mare, Cigarrette, and his mate had dissappered soon after. He had moarned for them, and he couldnt not allow himself to get all weapy eyed before the gay stag who too obviously had feelings for the ebonite king.

He turned back to Seydi. "Ignore it. The sea will rid us of it soon enough." He grunted, soft steam emitting his nasels. "Its a bad omen to have it haunt me at this due time." Omen. His brother, Omen. Tequila. He sighed. Three lives had been lost that night. But again, Storm threw aside the memories and instead smiled fondly at the dappled grey tersk.

[ Er, museless. ]

[Kindred Blue]

S E Y D I
had me
at hello.

The light touches of skin to skin were pleasant, and Seydi chuckled ever so quietly and shyed away teasingly, looking at Storm with a half obscured gaze (his mane had adopted a strange fashion that included flopping over his eye comically) and nickering. But as Storm pressed against his nose momentairily, Seydi closed his eyes for a fluttering second. "Psh. Swept away, me? You should know better!" And even as those glittering green eyes opened again, he winked playfully and skipped a few paces ahead of his best friend.

'Denizen.' It was a strange name, and Seydi's eyes glazed with slight confusion as he looked first to Storm, then to the skull which they had both so avoided. It was a large thing, Seydi had assumed that perhaps it was the skull of a dinosaur or some other monsterous being; but never a horse, a creature that the King of the Shores clearly identified with. There was a silence between the two, not an uncomfortable one, but a silence all the same, as Seydi allowed Storm to keep whatever thoughts he may have - though he himself lay in wonder of what might lie behind that strangely foreboding skull.

Little did Seydi know that his own arrival (his first ever touch onto the sand) had herladed the end of the Great War - the war between the Shores and the Outlaws. The gey stallion had no idea that the King he had fallen for had lost his father in a strange block of mind games and violence, nor did he know he had lost his brother in the same fight. When Seydi had first arrived, singing the very song that Storm had just reinacted, the horses he had bumped into had been recovering from the death and loss that had befallen them. There were histories and pasts that Seydi did not understand, nor was he like to that day.

Turning back to Storm, Seydi smiled appriciatively at the King's willingness to forget, and he nickered lightly once more. "Let us laugh in the face of omens, Storm," he laughed cheerfully in a great attempt to raise morale on the beach. "Let us rebuild the great Sndy Shores herd!" The dappled stallion skipped a few times again, going in a circle (still, avoiding the skull evermore), before drawing back to his friend and pressing his nose against Storm's cheek. "The Shores don't do well to be so empty."

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[Hazel]

Storm glanced towards Seydi, a smile flickering upon his face, yet his eyes were still full of worry. Let us laugh in the face of omens. He sighed. "You dont understand Seydi." He murmered to himself, shaking his head doubtfully, but it seemed evident that the stag didnt hear him as he continued, saying something about the shores. Storm grnned. Now that was something to cheer him up. Rebuild the herd, bring equines back to his home again. He tossed back his mane and with the winds, he swept away all thoughts of the skull and its omminous arrival.

If he could just bring mares back to the beach, he could erase any traces of te outlaws once and for all. Soul had disapeared with his family, and most were dead by now. It was only he, Storm, that realy rmembered what had happened that night. Besides a few, rare survivors of the floods. It was in the past, he couldnt change it, so why bother pondering over what he could have done? Instead, he would focus on the future of his herd, he would no longer dwell upon the memory of his father. He would do things his own way. He would be wise no more, for even rash desicions were better than well calcuated ones. Storm had lost most of his childhood due to that faithless night, and only Seydi had been able t open him up again. To carefree and happy, Storm would become a colt again, and rule these lands in style! His eyes glimmered as he stared at his grey gay friend. Rearing and kicking out his slender legs, he whinnied with glee and followed his friends circular pattern. "These lands are a waste without friends. My family might be gone, but it wont stop me from forming these lands anew!" He raised his tail brightly, yet was a little hurt at his won words. It was as if he hadnt cared about his family at all...