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[Olivia]

Her spirits rather low, the young mare wandered into the gathering lands, seeking solitude that the claiming ground so rudely stole from her. Black and white frame moved at a calm walk as she meandered among the ponds, her mug dipping down to enjoy the freshness of its' liquid. Things had been quiet in her life recently, something that always made her feel better. Drama was a bad thing and she avoided it at all costs. This coming winter, she would turn three, still young, but no longer a true filly as she was now. Not that was really fit that description now, she was more mature then most filly's her age. But still, she had flaws, one of them being that she was rather naive about life. Surprising for someone who had traveled as long as she had, but it was just a personality trait. It made her vulnerable to things, and so Olivia always made sure she was careful. The peaceful ponds seemed like a good place to just relax, and enjoy the quiet time.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Ahh fresh air. Away from the activity of life within her herd. Sure, she liked her father. But, the others? Ha. Her brother Samurai seemed someone she could grow to like. But the little filly Kerala? To frisky and ladeda for Obsessions own likings. So she ended up at the gatherings. Two paths branched out, one towards a pond, a soft looking area. The other towards the forest, and evil place. Small crimson larks fliched each way. Looking for the correct path. Her small flints tatooed the earth in frustration. Her joints staggered forward, turning her towards the path of the evil ones. The corner of her auds caught a mare. She seemed older, but Obsession being Obsession headed towards her. An evil glint in her eye. For why should she spend "quality" time with her own kind, when there was a light to mess with? Her features became void of any emotion as she approached the black and white splashed fae. How had she become so dark you asked? For she was the first kin of Chairo, the mighty pharoah of Golden Plains, and Cacket, a maiden within his kingdom. For Chairo was a darkish brute, yet held the emotions of a true neutral, for he cared for his maidens and his spawn greatly. And Cacket, her mother, was of the filthy light neutrals. So how you ask, did this young flicka, dubbed Obsession become such an aweful specimine of the neutral race? Her personality withholding nothing, showing no emotion, for her veins seemed to be filled with ebon blood. A genetic malfunction some would say. The the neutrals canceling each other out, and the dark gene over riding the light gene, others would say. But only Mother Nature knew the true answer, and give this away, she would not. So, as she moved towards the fae, her larks stood, and an expression of bewilderment came over her small features. With the large, wide alabaster blaze streaking her dial, and the small larks of the arabian kind, she held no portrayal of darkness. She could hide it well, already, at such a young age. Tiny accules held wonderment at the site of the fae, and inside, her gray matter hissed hysterically at her features amazing false portrayal of innocence. Her movement was ceased, her small, already toning muscles quivering at the sudden cease. Her tiny larks pointed forward, her paper thins quivering in excitement. Oh, what a good actor she is.

[Someday]

Who is She?

She felt the earth talking to her. She felt her dreams ripple as Waking gently nudged her mind. She felt her eyes creak open. Stiffly, she stood up, shaking dry leaves and twigs out of her rumpled fur. She discovered she had been dozing in a nearly invisible pit that was covered in scattered leaves and twigs. The pit wasn't deep at all; she could easily leap out. Which she then did. She wondered what she was doing there. She wondered what had made her fall into it, because they way she found herself lying there only betrayed the fact that she had fallen. She shrugged. Mysteries like this often happened when she didn't pay attention. She was used to it now.

She picked her way along the path, silent, body movement and facial features portraying nothing of kindness, nothing of darkness. Dark, glossy visuals took in everything, but her brain only translated some. Right after a nap she was always quite slow to catch on to things. But she did notice someone who was just a little farther up ahead the path she took. Two someones. One was small; perhaps still just a filly, painted black on white or the other way around by the dutiful Nature. The other seemed a filly as well. That was OK. It didn't matter who would be the first to talk to her in this land, because here she didn't carry the shame of being neutral royalty that got the boot. Here she was free.

She slowly wandered up to them. It's not that she was afraid that the young flickas would smirk at her (she hardly cared if any insult was directed towards her), nor that she was afraid of being seen as undignified talking to them. She was just unused to her surroundings. Mostly all her life she had lived in a solitary little valley with the neutrals, darks, and the neutral-darks, not a sign of lights anywhere, amber grass and mountains as far as the eye can see, their water coming from the skies. But nevertheless she wandered close to the little lasses, curious, cautious, twin towers eager for anything to listen to.

She is Me.