ghoSt of your paSt

[♥/tiyre]

hitoriaruki ;
i've dreamed a dream
i just don't know what it means

The land groaned as the tall stallion movements brought him into the Sandy Shores. It had felt him before, but he was... different. Well, duh! After all, he wasn't a colt anymore. Hitoriaruki, the grave wanderer, the one who had once tried to drown himself in this very sea - to be stopped by a black stallion, the king of these lands. Still a king? So it seemed. Finely tuned auds picked up the reverberations of Flamed Spirit, his once "savior". Hitori had never decided whether he was thankful to the stallion or not - but he was here, the only place 'ruki could remember.

Everything else seemed a dream... the magic piper, who brought so many under her control. He didn't know how he got away; he only knew he found himself in an area far from the cave. Tri-colored stallion shuddered - to this day, he still hated closed places like that one.

Flick his auds, he through his head back and nickered gently. He wasn't here to fight - wasn't here even to stay. He was just here to feel like he was alive again, instead of a phantom corpse moving because the wind told him to. He wasn't just a shadow, and never had been - though one would have thought, by his words, that he was. The young stallion disliked speaking, and his delicate flutes couldn't stand sharp sounds. That much hadn't changed - or, at least, it hadn't changed for the better. It was possible it had changed for the worst.

Tall - nearly 17 hands - his build was solid but fast. Being a mutt does that too you - you get rolled and stretched, your shape a mixture of every breed known to man. Or horse. Either way, you were different. No trait of his was specifically related to a certain breed. He called himself a Shinwa, though he didn't know that it meant "myth" or "legend". He just knew that that was what the wind told him. He was nothing out of the ordinary - just your average young stallion who knew nothing of what had happened since the floods.

Yep, he was average all right. Completely and totally. Fully and entirely.

Not.

[phez]

Shatan galloped in. His tail rippled in the wind, his pools largened at the other stallion. Shatan was black as night. His muscles seamed through his skin as he walked. He loved to run, and he was great at it to! He lowerd his neck and started to prance, it seemed like he was dancing.

[Hazel]

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