Lest we forget

[Sindri]

You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred...such a tired game
It's enough! I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same

The weather was the shits. Litteratly the snow and ice
always annoyed the mare. Something lights could maneuver
around easier. She had gone from living in a desert, living
in a forest and living in the ruins of man. Something she
had enjoyed their beds had been quiet comfortable. And
the broken down castle had proved to be a great fortress
no one got in no one got out without her knowing it.
But that was all the past.

The giant black mare gave a huffing sigh. She was six
years of age but she looked, acted older. She had once
had her own lands though she always preffered to be
outside patrolling away from the others but learning
from Exicutioner had made her a wonderful leader.
Something she wouldn’t do again.

She remembered the screams of her little one as
the bear tore at her body. She had ordered several
surviving herd members to bring the bear to her.
To chase it through the valley and forest. To bring it to
her and she killed it. Slowly painfully making it scream
the way her baby had. But from both encounters
she now carried bear scars one across her chest
another across her rump. But she didn’t care. She
Wasn’t like most Dark mares who kept their looks
up so they could tempt stallions and then use them
she was a fighter. A warrior. She never backed down
to nothing, that was just Blue.

Her icy cold eyes scanned the lands before she looked
at an old creaky barn and slowly she lumbered her body
within going threw first to make sure it was empty her
large shire sized hooves that she rubbed against rocks to keep
sharp and war ready thudded noisily on the ground.
Seeing the building empty she moved to the back. One
would think she was half the size she actualy was when
sleeping. And that was what Blue needed. A good long sleep.
No one would come. No one ever came and that suited
the big black mare just fine as she hunkered her body
down onto the ground she pulled the hay in and around her
making herself appear even smaller to fool anyone incase they
did show up. She hunkered down eyes closed slowly their
cold intensity releaving the living world as she began to doze
lightliy her ears twitching for the sound of an intruder.

Words that cut like a blade:403
And it's you i call harlot:Open
My demons sing a praise:Let's all welcome blue back

[dragonlair]

Anoximoon stared at the rubble before him. He could smell the large mare inside the barn, and it made him slightly curious. His dark nature made him smirk as he pinned his ears back and started forward. He only had one problem; he could not see. The stallion was blind, but his other senses were honed quite well to suite his survival. To say he was totally blind would be a lie, but the small amount vision he had did not do much for him, so he did not rely on it to tell him the more important details. The lack of light did nothing to him as he stomped hard and stopped about thirty feet from the barns entrance.

He would go in, but he would wait for the smell of danger to come. He could not see threats, so he took longer than most to endeavor on such adventures. He could smell the mare once more; she smelled dark. From her scent, he picked up her battle worn hide. He smirked once more. He liked a mare who could handle herself and show the scars from battle. Those prissy little demon queens had nothing on a real warrioress.

The thought of his first love brought back irritation. The damned little queen had left him high and dry for a stud that could see her good looks. She had no scars on her hide. After that day, she bore an ugly mark from him. He made sure she would never look as beautiful as she once had. He stomped his dagger deep into the ice and shook the snow from his frosted mane. His white hide hid the snow and ice that kept him chilled to an agreeable level. The scars and marks, however, shown themselves visibly. Some were black, and some were pink.

He started forward, daggers standing strong on the ice. He felt no give on the ground, so he continued further and eventually stepped into the barn. Instead of leaping inside, he stepped quietly and stood still. He would wait for her to acknowledge him, for he knew she already knew that he was there, so there was no need to announce himself. After all, once she figured out he was blind, she would probably try to drive him away or leave him here alone herself. Either way, the dark blind stud would not mind a bit of company for once.

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[Sindri]

You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred...such a tired game
It's enough! I've done all I an think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same

The sent of another woke her sending the tendrils of the
nightmare she had been having away. She opened her
ice colored eyes and tilted her head. She could hear the
beats of his hooves on ice then finally in the barn with
her. She watched him.
He was tall. A nice looking stag. He was white in color, or
almost. He was like a light shade of grey. Blue liked it.
He looked good, she could see some scars, black and
pink covering his bod like silver ones covered her own.
She watched him in plain curiosity, then she also noted
his eyes where dull, almost lifeless. He was blind. Blue
was not one to hold dislikes. Instead she gave a soft
welcoming whicker, she knew he knew she was there
but that didn’t stop her.
“Come and rest you look tired.” She spoke gently. Though
her voice sounded rough and tired, it was still smooth. Clear
it could be gentle or as hard as a sword. “I am Blue, what
is your name.” She was being friendly, not something
she was used to but she stood slowly and nosed the hay
out from her making enough room he could join her if he
saught. But she wasn’t scared of him.
Blue was a mare of battles, and she could tell his breed was
that of an Arabian, their weakness was the fact they had
small delicate bones, that of a racer. If he wanted to attack
she would let him. She really didn’t give a rats ass.
She lowered her body once again to the hay and watched him
with her calm alost like ice blue eyes. She was tired as she heaved
a sigh. He had awakened her, when she wanted nothing more
to slip into the relm of the dead. But one could not always get what
they wanted could they?
“Come on, I don’t bite unless provoked. I’m not a bitch unless
I have to be.” She spoke calmly. Giving a soft laugh. Her ears
moved and swiveled around on her head but other then that
she made no effort to reach out to him, to show any more
welcomness, or even show hostility. She was just here. She
didn’t care.

Words that cut like a blade:376
And it's you i call harlot:Open/Anoximoon
My demons sing a praise:I think these two could go far

[dragonlair]

He heard her wake, and it caused him to tense up. He was not in attack mode, and from what he smelled, this mare was too large to take anyway, at least for now. But she sent him a gentle wicker and he calmed down. After she invited him to join her, he walked up slowly, nosing the straw some before laying on the outside of the straw pile, his side leaning against it. He smirked at her comment. “We can all have an attitude when we please, Blue.” He said softly, his deep lyrics carrying no hint of sarcasm, just simple darkness. “I am Anoximoon. Thank you for letting me join you out of the snow.” He spoke, feeling the ice melting from his mane and onto his hide. It would be a cold night, but nothing he wasn’t used to.

Since he could not see her, he could not tell her heritage. “What breeds do you come from, Blue? You have a strong sense about you.” He couldn’t help but ask. From his past experiences, he needed to know about those who surrounded him. He would not be trapped in a dramatic cycle again, with no wench or beast. “I am an Arabian, if you didn’t notice.” He said with a wink. “I heritage out of Black Dragons herd, but am an outcast from my blindness and my hide color.” He felt the usual soreness when he mentioned his father’s name. The white steed could never understand why he hadn’t been accepted into the herd, but of course he could never see the differences the herd had desired.

The herd of Bloody Moon was a difficult one to understand; complexities existed that kept outsiders at bay, but attracted the most elegant mare. Nobody could understand how such a colt could have been thrown from a line of Dragon. He shook out his mane and snorted hard, clearing his thoughts of his family. They meant hardly nothing to him now, but he was still young. “How did you come upon this place?” he asked.

Lyrics: 346
For: Open/Blue
OOC: I think you are right, they can go far

[Sindri]

You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred...such a tired game
It's enough! I've done all I an think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same

Blue listened to the stag and then gave a chuckle. “I am just a mutt.
A regular mixed blood mutt. If one where to be technical I am
ferisian, shire and paint. But I prefer mutt.” She spoke simply as
she watched him before carefully she got to her hooves. Mooving
to a whole in the upper ceiling where above was more hay. She
reared upon her haunches and leapt some grabbing a bale by the
strings men used to wrap them in she then pranced on it before
nosing it around him.

“Just because of that. Dragon sounds like a fool. One might be blind
but in that case other sences pick up. Hence you may hear better
then i.” She spoke calmly before moving around him and back to her
her spot. She lowered her massive black body to the ground and gave
a soft snort as she closed her eyes. “Hide color has nothing to do
with who one is. It’s just genetics. Sounds like that Dragon needs
lesson.”

Ah how did she come here. “I was simply seeking shelter. I used
to lead a herd. And it was in what humans once called a ‘castle’
their structures are good for getting out of the cold. Their beds where
also quiet comfortable.” She spoke calmly. Then shifted so her back
was to him but he would never know. She was just trying to get
comfortable. She wasn’t trying to pull away from him. But she
also wasn’t inviting him any closer to herself.

after all. One can only go through so much hurt before they decide
they just want to lay down and die. And blue was at that point where
she could do just that. And not give a damn.
“One’s breed doesn’t predict how strong they are. It’s how full of heart
and how brave. What their ambition is. Only a fool would never understand.”
She still spoke calmly. But her words where wise like she knew what she
was talking about. She lowered her head to her knees and gave a soft
sigh as she let her ice blue eyes close. Her other sences picking up almost
immediately on their closure. She would never be jumped. She had
trained herself far to hard…

Words that cut like a blade:379
And it's you i call harlot:Open/Anoximoon
My demons sing a praise:hehehe he's going to have to get her to 'let go; though