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[ WOW - I kinda Waffled . allot . okay so she is neutral - read the first bit and you can work out weather she is more light or dark ]

To see . will there be labels with the realms .
The winds - still iced . yet not with the same harshness as what would have been before . yet enough to prickle the skin . the new flower buds - dropping their petals . the wind motivating them to dance . The crystal of the river - dancing with the same intensity as the petals that land upon .
Yet that was not what she was about .
A pleasant scene though - would you not agree .
Apart from the shadows of the darkness . the fact that there was little light . Would it not be nice with the light of the burning element - the biggest of the stars within the solar system . or . at least thats what they tell us . Yet could they not be lying . Buying their time before they tell us that the world would erupt - then what would be the biggest star . the sun or us - shame though we would not be there to see it .
Would it not be an untimely diminish . yet we can't write our destinies - we all must move on . Alas unless you can not - for the ground has already claimed you . . .

Figurine moved . Shaded in the hues of ebony - the equine was different . but was she to be alone . or to find some one . Yet to delve into her mind . would there be here - equines who believed in love at first sight . oh what a joke . was there even such thing as love . some believed yet what about her . Could she even care to believe in such a fickle thing . Was she even one of sides . Yet she could though pride her self on being different . unlike the others . Yet to be nether light nor dark . She was with out a place in life was she not . Yet who would care . . .

The Vampiress equine slowed . the dancing of the world . Yet were we dancing with our hearts or with the corpse of the undead . Yet to work out the ravelings . You had to see though the mask . See inside the heart - that yes still beats . For even the equines filed with the idiotic hatred of the world - they had hearts too . within .

[BH]

i. watched all those from afar. I was never good enough for any mare. I was never able to find a mare to follow me into a new world. All the mares picked the more experianced, the older, wiser ones. Never the young ones. I wasn really that young, just hitting six turns of the spring moon. I didnt know what was wrong with me. I mean, I thought I would be chosen for I was open, wild, I could be what they wanted me to be. Yet why did I want to change for them? They would choose me for me, right? Not for other reasons. Was I kidding myself? I thought I was. No mare seemed to like me, and that was the end. I wished I had stayed at GF2, yet. I had lost my lands because I went and did a stupid, false move. I now came here in search of a new future, but I missed one, I missed Shylah. I missed my mate Daybreak, but she didnt want to come. So I said fine and turned. I hurt her I know I did, but I dont even know why she chose me. I mean, I was an outcast, betraying my father, loosing my lands, hurting others. What was I to do?

.i. let my pools scan the terrian, all these lucky mares going with good stallions. I bet most would never talk to there leaders, maye once a few weeks. Once or twice in Spring, oh I want a foal, ok, oh the foal is so beautiful! Gone, hes off with another mare doing the same thing. I stopped my foot, this wasnt right. I couldnt stand mares being treated this way. Everyone knew it was true! No one could deny it!

.i. let my pools fall upon an ebony mare, she seemed lonely, an outcast as well? A shadow that disappeard when any appeared to speak. Maybe. I watched as she moved around, then stopped, she was waiting for some one no? I wouldnt dare try her I would only get turned down like the other three times! Of corse, I was young, stupid, idiotic! How do you think that makes me feel? I kept my pools upon the mare, wondering what she might and might not notice. She wont notice you...

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The cool and the calm . The sounds of the animals . The shade from the sun . the Pleasant-ness of it all . The trunks of mighty trees protecting you from the out side world. The sound of a small creek trickling .
- and yet -
The cool - turning to intensity . The Calm - Broken by the screams . The animals silenced . or screaming . The sun - A fire ball so big . The Pleasence - Vanished . The Trees - Broken and Burning . The Creek - Bubbling and Boiling . The outside world - Attempting to claim it's victim


Come to think of it the last words were like that of her life . She was a victim . but of what - the outside world . . . Yet she could survive . She would . She Had not lived though the other seasons just to fail and fall . that was not one of her options .. she would succeed at what - she didn't know .
She watched as another of the colourless shadowing moved closer to her . Visuals looked to him . and now what . she could not hide now . the shadows were unavailable at present . She was caught . Yet the other seemed not happy . Maybe one of the same thought . Whipcord flicked . Visuals still watching him . would he come to her or not

[BH]

.i. didnt move. I just looked out at the mares and brujos coming, conversing, and going. I sighed. It made me sick. I was sad, I didnt have a home, because I was to young, I was to wild. I wasnt able to be trusted. I thought back to when myself and Shylah had fun, when we were young and no one judged us. I smiled. I wished so bad to see her once more, but I was sure she was back at GF2 with a herd, she was a little lady, she grew up right, she was one that every one loved.

.i. looked back over to the mare, just in time to catch her looking at me. I stepped back a few feet, going into the trees, an outcast I was. I was surprised no other brujos had come to this mare, did I have a chance? I wondered. I slipped fully into the tree infested area and made my way in the shadows toward her, though it was easy to see me, being snow white and all. I wasnt sure weather or not to speak. I kept my distance of seven feet.
Lifes mean.

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- sorry about taking so long -

The wounds racking our bodies with pain. filling our hearts with doubt .
Can we be healed from this though . or are we to live in this turmoil .

The world - unloving . The emptiness to it all . The ebonight equine still watched the other one. Yet as the world clouded over . equine stood watching him act as though in the midst of a dance . Lucky for the trees to cover the outcasts . yet she was not hiding . She had come to terms with the outsiderness of the world . She could survive in the lapse of company . and she would survive in the world . She watched as the other moved closer . yet still away . skull tilted as he spoke his words . Smirk flicked over the covers of the jaws .
Do you really think that