Returning to something old

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There was a mare determined to cross the waters to return to something that she was accustomed to. She was bobbing up and down and trying to not be submerged in the waters. This was a 2 year old mare that was taken from her home and forced into a cave for most of her life. This was the heiress to the Shores, and she was returning to see her father, she wanted to gaze at the black hue of her sire, and graze it with her maw. Her heart's desire was to be a normal mare, for she was robbed of her childhood. Sienna stopped though and looked around, she saw a grayish mare staring at the shores and she smiled. Looks like dam... she thought. She looked at the beautiful shores as she was still in the middle of the ocean.

Her opticals gazed over the old home that she vaguely remembers from her past. The home that she had become accustomed to had Grey seeming walls with weird flying creatures and crawling insects. She was accustomed to a dappled Grey mare that left her mark upon the nape of Sienna. A hoof mark was imprinted upon her left side of the neck. Sienna hoped that one day Angel would be dead, and no one would miss her and no one would care. Sienna would have a party, for Angel robbed a dozen of foals of their childhood and families were worried sick. Sienna was now almost 2 years old, she was not a youngster, her sire and dam never got the chance to put memories of them. The last time that Sienna saw her mother, they exchanged words of hatred and anger.

Her eyes gazed over the shores once more, and her decision was finally. She was going to see her sire, her only blood relative that she knew was still alive. She needed see her sire and so her adventure began as she continued to swim against the current. She started to lose her rhythm and began to slip against the current, however her perseverance made her push on, struggling against the strength and current of the waves and the ocean's fury. Finally she hit the sand and stopped for a moment, she was home. Her eyes felt like they going to tear up, and she reared up, slamming down onto the sand and sending vibrations through the shores of the the world that she wanted to see again, and it seemed like her dream was going to come true. She turned around and smiled, watching the Grey mare (dream by the way ^_^)) and watched as she kept staring at the shores.

She looked at the sand below her feet, and she began to run. She bolted down the sands, whinnying and rearing. Bucking with glee and sending calls to Storm, her sire to come to her and let him see what he created, what he missed. She called for her sire again and again, and as she ran back around the whole shores and ended back at square one. She smiled and stood there, shaking with anticipation. She continued to stare at the dappled Grey who kept contemplating crossing the waters and finally watched as she gave up, however, Sienna couldn't take it any longer and she shouted I'm home!, it wasn't quietly said but it wasn't loudly said either. She looked around and stood waiting for the black hue to show once more, and she could rub her maw across his boa and say hi, I'm your daughter. She wanted to have the family that she lost...now where was her dam?

[Kindred Blue]

ooc :: i think it would be very fun to have seydi arrive here (:

S E Y D I
had me
at hello.

Was it real? Was it true? Seydi could barely believe that he had found a place where he could belong, a place where he did not have to hide who he was, and a place where he did not fear those around him. It was such a terribly pleasant feeling, and the young grey stallion found that he relished it. Needed it.

It was with high emotions (happy ones for the most part) that Seydi galloped over the sand, racing at break-neck speed, for no reason other than to feel the wind whipping at his skin, forcing his mane back on itself and teasing his green eyes. The sand was all but thrown around his body as his hooves slashed lightly at their foe, his long black-stockinged legs almost a blur as he went. A fine specimen of select breeding, and just a bit of a cutie too.

The young stallion didn't notice the mare at first, and he must have run right past her, his bright eyes twinkling as he gazed ahead of himself, ever yearning for more ground to cover; but she had cried out 'I'm home!' and that, at least, drew Seydi's attention. He turned his head to look at her, even though his legs did not acknoweldge this and continued to gallop; and even as he tried to skid to a stop, his own muscles resisted him and he fell over in the sand. Quite spectacularly.

Raising his head with a comically grumpy look, Seydi huffed loudly, trying to blow his mane out his face to no avail (it continued to hang over one side of his face like an equine equivalent of an emo kid), his green eyes focusing on the mare that had distracted him. She seemed quite young, perhaps his age or younger, but she didn't seem at all familiar. The dappled stallion simply had no idea who she was, and woe betide him for his folly.

Jumping to his feet (figuratively speaking), Seydi, quite unashamed of his comical fall, trotted over to the dark mare and grinned handsomely at her. "Hello there! Welcome to the Sandy Shores. I'm Seydi, and you are?"

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[♥/tiyre]

hitoriaruki ;
over the hills and far away
he swears he will return someday

Remember me, the wind whispered at the nearly-three-year-old stallion walked slowly over the gritty loam. Eyes watched the horizon, head bowed in thought, as he listened to the sound of the surf. Water - beautiful water. Hitoriaruki would never die, not until he drowned himself. Sure, Flamed Storm had "saved" him once - but it was still the only way he would let himself die. He would be painless. So much pain was in the world, so why id you have to feel it once more when you were leaving to the realm of peace?

A shout echoed in his ears as he stopped and visibly cringed. Eyes of blue ice watched the dark-hued mare he remembered at the edge of his "vision". His dreams felt her press against him, her breath quick and shallow. He remembered the first time he saw her - though Storm had kept him from the waves, it had been her - Sienna Glory, her remembered with a start - that had convinced him not to return. He remembered her pain as she received the blow from the Piper, the mare followed only because he knew no better. The bitter angel.

Slowly he took a step towards the mare, his tri-colored form shivering with the memories that had been aroused in him. His breath caught as he stopped - a gray form had stepped ahead, and spoke to Sienna. Hello there! Welcome to the Sandy Shores. I'm Seydi, and you are? The tall adolecent stopped, eyes watching them. He didn't move; he was ike a shadow, though, of course, shadows were not usually three dimensional. Nor did they remember a past that was a dream... the dream from the water.

{ooc; sorry about the horribleness of the post, but I'm really, really bored. Sorry!}