x|x I know it of by heart x|x

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x|x Winters Storm x|x
I have bot been here before...but I know it of by heart

x|x The stallion of 3 walked slowly down the sand dune. He was a misfit, taking on all the enimes that his mother had. And now he wanted to make things right with his Uncle Storm. He did not know if he would remember him, but if he did then that wouldn't be good news. He hoped to set things right and start a new leaf. Forgettng about his morther, and what happened in the hole in the wall. With that rotten angel Ciggerete, and her mental follower. x|x

x|x Even then he shuddered on the warm day, with the sun beating down on his dainty golden back. He was a dark bay taking after his misfit mother Autumn Falls, but then taking the black mane, tail and legs from his unlucky father Feather. Snorting he called out, waiting to be founf, for he needed to See his Uncle Storm, for he hd taken half of his name from him. x|x

[Hazel]

[ This is Tsunami? He changed his name? ]

.Flamed Storm.
Im just a man Im not a hero

Snorting blissfully, the ebony stallion was laying, curled up, in the caves upon the rocks, looking down over the sand from the ridges. It had taken him a while to climb to the safety of the cave, but it had been worth it. No leaks or floods, little of the chilly breeze and warmth were obvious advantages, as well as a comfortably and smooth floor. His audes flickered, he heard a cry calling for a him and a snort. At first, he thought it simply a dream, but as his eyes fluttered open, he realised he could still hear the echoes of the calling. Grunting, he lifted his pillars and pulled his exhausted form to its hooves. He rolled his eyes, disgruntled at being awoken during his rest. If it hadnt been for the glimmer of hope that it would be Seydi once more, or his old family, he wouldnt have bothered leaving his warm bed.

Shaking his mane, he padded softly to the entrance. His charcoal sillohette was invisible against the blackness of the cave, and only his blue eyes shone out, glittering by the light of the moon. He snorted, then his maw opened, calling back out as he scanned the horizon. Nothing but a mere stllion, younger than he and a dark hue. Not grey like Seydi, and shorter than the gay stallion. He culdnt see the horses gender, nor the colour of its pelt. So he simply stood and called out; "Who goes there? Friend or foe?"

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x|x Winters Storm x|x
Surely you remember me?

His black banner flicked around his bod as he rid himself of the awful flies that surrounded him. Snorting, his amber orbs soon caught sight of the black stallion. The stallion that was his uncle. Whinnying gently he walked a few steps closer to Storm. Caustioly though, for he did not know how his Uncle would react. Flutes pitched forewards as the vocals hit his ear drums. x|x

Letting his blackened stilts carry him forth once more, he stopped. Unure of what to do next. Audits swiveling back and forth, and he started licking his lips. Asif to moisten them before he spoke. Surely Uncle, you would know? For don't you remember you sweet sister? That was all he would say, for now it was Storms call, his choice of wether to shun him away or give him a second chance. x|x

[Yep its Tsunami, he changed his name after the disgrace of his mother.]

[Hazel]

Flamed Storm
Im unashamed Im gonna show my scar

Surely Uncle, you would know? For don't you remember your sweet sister?
What? HIS audes percked forwards upon his skull, his eyes widened slightly, partly in awe, part in doubt as he canned the dark sillohette, trying to make out its face and peltage. His tail flickered as he thought back upon his many siblings. He never knew Rosethorn, daughter of Ardraline, before she died. Tequila had been male, his dead brother, and neither had birthed children. Magic, daughter of Feather, had become the mate of Drift Wood, yet had dissapered soon after her mothers death. She too had no children. And the last? Autumn Fall.

The beautiful chestnut mare soon amongst the trees, blossoms fell about her barrel as she turned slowly, her rump towards him, and she smiled over her shoulder. Taking one last glimpse at her beloved brother...

Storm had dreampt about ech and every one of his relatives in the past few months, since the floods. Magics patched coat, Tequila, Omens, bloody death and all of his fathers mates. His own mother, his father, Denizen, Soul, each and every face had come flooding back to him. Even Amber, who had lived for only a sort part of her sons life. Storms eyes widened all the more at her gazed down at the stallion, as he recalled the father of the colt. Ravens Feather. The black one he had despised. As the flashbacks subsided, his eyes slowly drifted closed and he stood, simply breathing, remembering.

".....Tsunami....."

His ees widened, and in place of his tranquil features was a smile. Only half a smile, as he failed to recall anything about his sister, Fall. He had loved his sister, but since she left he had forgotten her. Slowly, the ebonite stag began to pick his way through rocks and crevasses, it took him a long twenty minutes t get to the bottom safetly, it was harder in the dark, to monover his bodice upon an almost verticle slope. Whe his hooves hit the sands with a soft thud, the mutt simply stared through deep navy orbs at his nephew, before finaly accepting that he had at least one relative still living. He grinned and began to canter towards the stag, upon meeting, his nose butted the other playfully, and he stopped his giddyness, standing more like a king, arch necked and tail raised.

"You have grown, indeed. I am proud of you. Pray, what has become of thy mother?"

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x|x Winters Storm x|x
I am still the same person...

The stag snorted gleefully as he heard his name. His old name, but a name none the less. He had heard so much about his Uncle, that is why in her last dieing breaths, his mother had changed to name to Winters Storm. She wanted him to be more like Storm so she had changed it. Even though he truely did not like the idea, he had kept his mothers wishes. x|x

As the bay stag watched his Uncle move across the rocks, he was glad when he finaly reached him. Neighing playfully, he extended his maw after they butted noses.. Hearing Storms words, he pitched his audits forwards. Lips parted as he formed words of speech. My mother? She is dead. She gave her life to the waves just like Grandad Spirit did. But before that she caught the gaia and became mute. She lived in disgrace from that day forth. Not letting another equine see her, for she saw herself as abnormal. Oh and she made me change my name to Winters Storm.

[Hazel]

He stood, wide eyed and gapping mouth. His mane brushed over his eyes, covering the bay stag from view. He shuddered. Dead. His beloved sister was dead. He turned away, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Why? Why the hell did they have to leave him? What had he ever done to deserve such a fate. To live whilst others fel. To be happy when others were miserable. So miserable they tok to the waves and sank, breathless, strangled by what was once their home, their protector. Like his father. Yet Spirit had done no such thing. He had not been miserable, he had not killed himself in vain. He died protecting those he loved, killing Denizen. But not Autumn. She took her life. She took her life and sold he soul to the devil, just to get out of the hell hole dubbed life. Why? Why was life so cruel. Why did the heavens wish to torment him, the king of the shores. He had done no wrong.....

He turned away, facing the moon and screamed out, at the top of his voice; "No!" It echoed back towards him, as if mocking him. The tears flowed freely down the sides of his eyes as he repeated; "No!" He pictured his fathers face and shuddered. She had taken it for him, he new it. "You bastard! Why d'you have t take her too! I hate the sea and everything in it, y'hear!?" Backing up, he collapsed into the sands, sitting much like a dog, hind legs curled up, front legs straight and outstretched. As funny as it looked, the billowing mane and wet streaked face was a reminder that nothing was funny in Storms life right now. He was miserable. But he wouldnt let the sea take him, oh no. He was not like that. He would spit in the devils face and laugh, he would stay through life no matter what hell it brought to him. He glanced up, and groaned. "Winters Storm. Winters Storm.....Winters....Why?" He was muttering, but then he glanced up, confused face. He tried pushing the thoughts of his madness away. He had become Flame again, the side of him he hated. Yet now, Storms usual self was pushing back as he sobbed quietly in the sand.

[ponymad]

x|x Winters Storm x|x
Hush hush now dear Uncle.

The bay stag felt pity for his Uncle. He may only be 2 but he knew alot about that word and its feeling. He had been snatched away from his family, by that pied piper mare Angel. Bit no angel was she. He had one more thing to tell his Uncle, one that he woul jump for joy at. But for now he had to calm his Uncle. x|x

Snorting, he raised his skull into the air and sniffed it. Now wait there a minute!!! There was a scent he knew, it was Sennia. Snorting again, he lowered his bay head to his Uncle neck. Hush, hush there Uncle, for someone, someone that you thought dead is here on this shore. For I know her, and so should you. We where snatched away togther when we where still yearlings. He nuzzeled Storms neck, his black forelock falling over his eyes. He comforted his Uncle as best as he could, for he had not comforted many people in his 2 years on this earth.

[Hazel]

Storm stared at Winters Storm with a bewildered glance, his eyes wide, almost trance like. He snorted softly as his nephew nuzzled his crest, and a sad smile slipped across his lippens. "Many were taken, spirited away from these lands long ago. My daughter amongst them; your cousin. Is Sienna alive? Or aother?" He asked, his voice hiding all emotion as best he could, but the glimmer f hope in his eyes was evident. He stared at the younger stags bay bodice and smiled. Tsunami; Winters Storm. A fabulous beast of a colt. If he died without a male heir, he knew whom he would ask to care for the shores as king. But until then, he was its master and he had to control his feelings If Sienna was dead, he would b forced to start anew. If not, well he had at least one part of his beloved Dream still amongst the living. A gulty flicker of lights flashed as Seydis face seemed to gallop across his mind, but he shook it away. No king could be gay, he knew it. But still, that stallion, the grey tersk. How he loved him...

o.0;

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x|x Winters Storm x|x
Just sniff the wind...

His uncle, his uncle had hope in his orbs. And he wanted to please his uncle so much, he wanted to prove that he was worthy of a place in his herd. Snorting Winter, nuzzled his uncle in the chest once more, urging hhis to get up. Pawing with his blackened stilt, he chewed at the air. He wanted to break the news to Storm, and know he would. Uncle, Seinna, she is alive, she is on your beach. Waiting, waiting for you to come and see her. Yet I don't know if you would, but I could lead you there. Smiling softly at his Uncle, he swatted his black banner around his rump, flicking at nothing.His breath came out as steam, steam that touched the the cold, crisp morning air. Just smell the wind father...no sorry I didn't mean it..It just slipped out. What had he done? It was like Storm was his father that he had never had. His mother had known his father, but Storm had never met him. And he was only 2, in all his life he had never had a father. It was asif Storm was his now.