--->>[Under the Gray Autumn Dawn]

[Broken;]

Nobody Knows
A wild flower still grows
by the side of the road
And she don't have to like roses

Perhaps she never realized it. So long had she spent surrounded by a realm of solitude, content in her own world, perhaps she never really knew, that her kind was meant to be together. Maybe it had just never occurred to her, that indeed equines were meant to form herds, alliances and friendships. Had it really been that long? Had it really been three years since she left? All the old times seemed so distance, shrunken in her memory as time flew by. All the laughs, losses she had, and all the lessons she had learned were so far away in her mind, covered up by more current events that had registered in her head, shrunken and weathered by times closer to the steps she takes now, laying silently under the shadows of more recent memories, memories of her long travels, and memories of her solitude. She was a rather quiet lightly dappled beauty she was, around strangers anyway. But she was strong, and if something needed to be told she’d tell it, without a bit of hesitation. More refined than quiet really, she had that quiet, understanding nature, that turned out not to be quiet in so many ways.

Is there any other way to speak really? Perhaps. Large eyes hued pale emerald are engraved carefully upon the vixen’s dished face, and they could hold everything and anything the snow-kissed beauty needed to say, and if your smart enough, perhaps you’ll be able to read her thoughts through the large green globes as you fall helplessly into the dove’s line of vision. As easy as anything she could show you the pain she had felt during her lifetime in the spheres, when she was mad, perhaps the green coloring was brimmed with her anger. Go ahead. Take a long look. In them you’ll see all the sorrow she had felt carved carefully into the coloring, and all the joyous days spent in her life etched in the background. And if you look carefully enough, you just might the reflection of the thoughts that loomed through her vivid mind in the emerald pools, you could see every time she’d loved, and every time she’d hated, and maybe even detect something she wants desperately to let you know.

Those same pale emerald eyes fall to the ground as her weary ivory stained limbs carry her through the crunching autumn leaves below her, stained and dipped in beautiful reds and golds that reminded her of how beautiful the world was, and that treasure could be found anywhere, even just below her charcoal stained hooves. The wind came softly, but it was cold, and it sent a bitter chill down her spine, rustling the silken colorless threads that laced down her slender nape and teased her banner, likewise in hue as she moved. Her cloak was of a pure white, as well as every other part of her image, aside from the occasional gray shading, the charcoal that stained her mug and legs, and those green eyes that were frosted and yet warm. She stood out easily, sketched ivory in a background of gold and brown. Her dished face turned upwards towards the bare trees, stripped of their leaves. Their arms rocked the few leaves still attached to them in their naked arms and sang a soft creaking lullaby as the wind whistled around them. Soon, the trees left her line of vision; the ivory mare had reached a clearing.

As her limbs carried her toward the center of the clearing, unfamiliar scents filled her nostrils and loomed in her lungs. These were the scents of equines she did not know, and with their scents came the knowledge that she had at last reached her destination. She was at the claiming grounds, and she knew that the times where no one was near her but the shadow that danced at her feet were soon to be over. And she was ready for them to be. So she stood, there under the gray, autumn dawn skies, the dying grasses of the field under her charcoal daggers. Ebony stained muzzle parted slowly as a soft song flew from the beauty’s throat and out into the cold. It loomed in the wind that carried it quickly across the island until it faded out, serving as a message of her arrival, though she doubted it was wanted, for all those who dared to listen.

She's at home in the weeds
Free as the night breeze
And as far as she sees,
she don't have to like roses
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[Oni]

The angels watch from above,as the world of mortals plays out the wars and ever lasting conflicts. Customs and cultures drove certain horses against one another,the 'lights' verses the 'darks'. Were there truly alliances,or was everything just a game played by the Heavenly ones above and the Helling ones below? Did the mighty Lord sit on his throne,moving the chess pieces to make mankind and creatures follow his rules,his plots. Yet the damned Keeper intruded,pushing the hearts and minds of all things living to his own little scheme. Forever the fight between both powerful immortal Gods would play out,untill Earth finally died and the two would find some where else to start a new life. A new game,with new rules and new players. Was any of this real? Or would everyone wake up from an enormous dream to find themselves different beings than who they were in the fake world,and living a completely opposite life.

These thoughts filled the neutral Lord's mind as he canters toward Farlow Fields,the sense of someone else's need drawing him here. A few times before he had visited this land on the same feeling,now he returned to seek out the source of whom needed his land as their home this time. Emerald pools searched about,harks listening to the sounds of maidens departing with their new leads to go to a home they might or might not enjoy. He hoped that the one he found who called out to his heart would like the kingdom he presented her with and join his still small harem. It was surprising enough that he had three damsels following him now,and two fillies roamed the forest paths with their mothers. But one of the babes was not of his seed,the other was and you could tell by her looks. Yes,he was abit young to be forming a family and leading others along with it. But if he started out now,it would give him years of expeirences that he would treasure forever.

The fair lady was spotted,her snow laiden fleece was silky and shone with health and beauty. The commander instantly liked her looks,but knew that the outward appearance wasn't everything to the women inside. She looked a couple years older than him,which was natural for he was quite young to be leading a successful band. Lamps of the sage hue couldn't help but run along every crevice of her frame,then back up again to look into her eyes. By now she had noticed him,the muscular form of a developing steed drawing to a hault before her. Arching his nape in a show offy way,he pointed his mug hellward and perked the once limp twin towers. Nares soaked in her lavender sweet scent,and labios were parted in a traditional but classy introduction.

"Greetings M'Lady,I be Oni of the Black Rose Glade harem. If it no heavy burden,may I ask the dubbance the angels have blessed your beautiful soul?"

[Broken;]

ooc; MODIFIED. Sorry. I was thinking of his dark mane and tail, and having sorta a rough day. =/ Anyways, I fixed it.

The slender, porcelain hued figure stood and waited, and soon a fog like substance began to fly from her nostrils with every breath she took, clouding around her charcoal stained muzzle, before rising slightly, and fading away. The dove had done quite a bit of fading herself. She had started to fade away from the world, and her image was more clear to the isolation that she had become so very accustomed to. She had faded so far away from ‘society’ so to speak, that there were no longer any witnesses left to her life. Her own image was indeed the only proof of her existence, and for so long had she searched in her solitude, that it no one other equine left would recognize her. But the fast chilling wind carried strange scents and things to her nostrils, and it led the snow-kissed beauty to believe that her current state of solitude would soon end, and that with the upcoming wind, there would be a witness.

Soft frozen pieces that matched the mistress’ pelt well in color began to fall silently. The flakes fell to the dove, falling upon her, clinging to her until they melted, turning the spot of their last refuge upon the femora a hue slightly darker than the hue that had cloaked her before this snowfall started. It didn’t seem like to much until the grasses were covered with this light ivory blanket. Winter had most definitely reached the island, you could tell by the cold and the fog that formed at her nostrils, or the tree’s bare arms that caught the tiny flakes and rocked them gently, the wind forcing them to creak a lullaby to the flakes that they caught and rocked in their branches, and you could tell be the way your body stung with each bitter flake. Winter had dragged the island into its frozen and deadly clutched. No doubt about it.

The vixen still hadn’t left the fields, the sent she had smelled not to long ago was drawing ever so near, and she was strong and determined, she could wait stand her ground in a storm if it meant a home, though she also knew that with that sometimes danger rode with unfamiliar scents, and thrived in strangers, but it was indeed a chance the young mare was willing to take, though she wondered if it came right down to it, would she rather freeze to death, or die by fault of an overpowering pig that called himself a tyrant? Of course she’s rather freeze, but sometimes, good flew with strangers as well, and so she waited more. Was that all she was ever meant to do? Soon she felt another presence around her, and the masculine scent of a stallion was stronger, closer. Charcoal stained twin towers lifted, and she listened carefully. She could hear every move. Every breath.

The buckskin image of a stallion soon brimmed the sight of the ivory dove. She took a step towards him as he advanced to her, and she wondered of the conversation she knew they would soon hold, but mostly of this stranger. She didn’t feel so much of a bad vibe around him, but her pale emerald eyes fell to his deep jade ones, and as she looked, she wondered what she would find there. She searched for hints of personality, she searched for hope, happiness, pain, and memories, determined to figure out who this king was, and she started by looking from the inside out. Words began to poor from the male’s muscular form, and her ears fell forward, and her large expressive pools of green remained on his image. She had heard what he had sung, and now she would sing her own song of introduction, and so it was; that the words began to pour from her thoughts, to the stranger’s ears.

“Greetings to you as well, stranger.” She said, dipping her crania low to the ivory ground, and when it arose again, a smile was etched upon her façade warm enough to melt the snow at their feet. “Burden? No, no.” Her smile stayed in place as she strived to remain as friendly as possible to this new stallion, for her future could lie within his harem. “I’ve been blessed Broken.

[Oni]

Frost-veiled fatale was curious of the young Lord,her twin towers risen as she listens to his every word intently and gaze skimming over him. Then their eyes locked,her light sage pools looked like the grass that sprouted amoung meadows in Spring,and his deep emerald pits were a molten liquid of the beautiful jewel that stared back at her kindly. He would never harm a mare,not even a dark witch that attacked him. He would turn his shoulder away,and let her rip off his flesh while he bumped her away or shoved her roughly back into the shadows. It was his nature to respect the opposite sex,and that was one little advantage and disadvantage that he held in his ruling postion. So,lowering his crania a bit,he looked the pure damsel in the eye,and smiled sweetly to show her he was no harm. Then,shifting his weight,he listened to her reply.

Broken...
Oni pondered this name,wondering if it had a meaning behind the obviously hurtful dubbance. He was never outwardly cruel,but icey cold thoughts slipped through his mind as he looked toward the light azhure heavens while thinking.
'Who in there right mind would name a precious little filly Broken? It was mean,and if the dam suffered then she shouldn't make her daughter bear the demons in her mind. Did this beautiful mare realise she had a very unusual name? I guess I shouldn't be so cruel,but did she not have a tad bit sweeter nickname I could call her? To many memories of broken hearts fill my mind and soul for me to call her such a rough alias.'
Bronze clad warrior shool his dial disappointedly,and then turned back to Broken with a sugary little smile. Then his ebon labios parted,and voice filled the aero with his polite lyrics.

"Well,Broken,both you and I know why you walk upon these lands. Surely you seek a harem,a home and a family to live with. Well,I extend Black Rose Glade and it's residents to you. The kingdom is a neutral forest land,pull of mystical paths and hidden groves where mysteries await to be discovered. Within it's protctive rose wall rest seven other mares that I care for deeply for their uniqueness. You are welcome there,but I do not pressure you to join. If you wish to know more about my family or me,then just ask. I will tell. Yet,I was wondering a few things myself about you. Would you mind if I asked after you might speak your own questions?"

There,the table was set for a fine little dinner between the two. One,a lad of high rank and the other,a fine princess whom slipped just from his grasp. Sure,Oni knew that he was taking a risk by asking Broken into the herd,but he had taken the risk with all of his maidens. Dipping his summit in a respectful gesture,he pulled his mug to his chest and arched his thick nape. Lush boa feathers cascaded down,tickling his throat and giving his facade a fine outline. It twas the same with his plumes,for they fell from his rump like streams of onyx water,dancing down to the cold and bare earth,just barely touching the dirt there. Still developing muscles rippled as his weight once more shifted,and the knight knew that to some he was a handsome little guy that stood at 15.2 hands.

Yet he thought of himself still as a young colt,training to be all that his sire wanted. He was still stuck there,kicking and lashing out at invisible enemies while shouts gave him new orders every moment. 'Dodge to the left,leap up and kcik out to your right.' Neptune's,his father,voice still soared through the air and bestowed knowledge upon the small little prince. He hadn't ever cried whenever his sire died,hadn't grieved in any way. The pain had hidden deep within,coated by the need to keep his dam stable and alive. She had been devastated,weeping late in the hours of night and barely eating a thing. He had been assigned to protect her,keep her moving,keep searching for a new home. He had been the stallion at a year old,and had left her just three months after his early manhood came. The grief and pain still hid deep within him,rising to points where he almost burst but always underneat this strong layer. Underneath it all,hidden. For his was.......
Broken.

[Broken;]

Broken still held the image of the stallion’s deep emerald spheres within her own. She saw past their coloring, or tried to. You never know how much you could learn about another with your eyes, and so she looked beneath the rich color of the globes of someone who was basically a stranger to her. When one does this, they seem to scratch the surface of what could be a… false color, to reveal the color that had been there all along, before they had repainted it to look as they want, or hide what was there all along, and what would be left under their new coat of paint forever. So to speak. And when Broken scratched the surface of the eyes of Oni, she was happy to find that evidence of a threat wasn’t hidden anywhere.

Now Broken knew people didn’t take much of a liking to her name, but if she was back where she came, no one would have to think twice about it. When asked her name, she does usually reply what name she was blessed with, because she was blessed. Her did indeed sound a bit vulgar and maybe even a little morbid, but it was all but that. Broken grew up in a time in place where most equine had the same dream, the same desire, and that was to get to the top, and it never mattered much if others were thrown or knocked aside straight into harm’s very own path. The equine where she was played morose parts. But her mother didn’t. The moment she felt she was to give life, she left, and so her child was to be broken away from most sin, and so her child would be a dreamer, with different dreams.

CONTINUED.
Sorry for the cheesyness. And i'm very sorry for the wait, I know it's been long

[Oni]

- Waiting -