and we keep coming back;;

[Viali]

It irks me when I get burned
And I realize, I don't get hurt
And always, it seems I've lost my way

Cyprian took a deep breath, air rushing quickly into her maw, precious oxygen filling her lungs. She exhaled slowly, let the air puff out before her. It was visible, a thin smoky cloud. The stress was going to get her one of these days. With all of her mental problems and all.

There was of course, the most normal of her problems, locating the nessicties to live which flowed into the heavy burden that was well enough known as Melrose and Alistor. She had dreamed last night that they had stood through periods of near starvation, which left Cyprian racked with worry and heavy with guilt. That had left a stain covering her heart. The inablity to provide for her children had always hurt more than any wound, any spoken word. She feared that happening again. This being as it was, she hoped to find a land where they could possible stay in for a while with a kind herd.

With a descive movement of her cranium, she dismissed these disturbing thoughts, and let the stress fade out of her as she watched the a cream-hued colt run across the land. Cyprian had to admire him. She had never had such speed. It was never in her blood to run from her problems, just keep fighting. Her strengths lay in stamina related events. And even her prowness in that was begining to dim as she adjusted to the downward slope of old age, where things rarely became better. Damn. Except for appearantly, the ablity for her to pity herself more and more. She was becoming soft.

Cyprian turned her head slightly, to watch the colt as he ran. It was only then, that she noticed another mare. The champange fem seemed to be close to around five or six, give or take a year. Surely, the wearness of life had seemed to get to her, and she stood as if so. Cyprian was oh so very tempted to call out to her, but figured it would be other fem who could strike up a conversation first. After all, she didn't want to feel like an idiot, talking to someone who prefered silence. Which was, by the way, still irking her. D*mmit.

She would ask the mare if they could stay here. Surly she couldn't turn away an old mare and her young. She wouldn't.

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Desire. It's the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you see that one, perfect guy (or girl). It's the way your heart aches for something that's out of your reach. It's enough motivation to carry you across mountains. It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's why we pick ourselves up time and time again after we've been disappointed. It defines us and where we're going. Donovan desire to be the best.

It wasn't an unusual desire. It was quite common really. Donovan some how thought he was different than the others. He knew his dreams were common place. He thought he had something the others didn't. Something would make him last longer in the cruel world. Maybe he did. Only time could tell.

And that was all he had now. Time. Nothing to do in this strange foreign land. He had already explored, with his dam, though. She was tired now. Not that Donovan noticed. So he ran, at her suggestion. Out of the corner of his eye, suddenly three horses popped into his eyeline. A mare, and two foals. Twins..? "Mom..?" He called out softly to Viali, but she didn't answer, asleep now. He would have to ask these visitors what they were doing here.

Donovan approached them slowly. Not cautiously, he wasn't old enough to know of danger yet. He made sure that he wasn't putting up a hostile front though; this wasn't his land to be messing around him. "Hello." His voice was strong, and questioning.

When I feel you, it's not enough
And I need you to shun my touch
I notice the season's ripe for change

ooc; threads just for levi and I for a little, then silver arrow going to come in later.

[blackie]

After she had been given permission to nurse from her new mother, Melrose sucked eagerly as if she would never get the nourishment again. She was gentle just being a newborn, hardly any muscles were developed in her jaws. At this time she completely ignored her new mothers original son, although her intentions still resided in eventually killing him off. Cy, as she called her mum, seemed oblivious to her desires and Melrose felt it was better that it was kept that way.

Once done, it wasn't long before Cy decided to take her and her 'step-brother' on a journey. Melrose walked obediantly beside the mare, occasionally having to quicken her pace into a trot in order to keep up. After some scrutinizing and watching the colt near her move, she established that he was only barely older than she was. She probably wouldn't be able to over-power the young brute, but she could no doubt trick the dense foal. No sign of these malicious intentions showed upon her delicate facade as she looked up at her new mum, nuzzling her briefly on her left front leg before continuing on. It didn't take long before Melrose realized where they were going and why as she smelled a thick mixture of scents. There was a herd here, so maybe Cy wanted to live here for a while or even forever.

She sighed inwardly, watching as the colt took off in the land, running around with immense speed. Without thinking the young jezebel accelerated and followed the colt, nickering at him. Her attention strayed as she saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye, however, and she stopped to look. She saw another colt, much older and perhaps a son of the lead stallion here. She wondered curiously if she could involve this new colt into her plan, somehow get it into his mind that her mother's son would be competition for the strange colt... or something like that.

Melrose turned quickly, stumbling from her youthful legs but quickly regaining composure and trotting over the older foal. She moved with obvious grace at this point, gliding over to him but with very little emotion upon her facade. She stopped near him, her muzzle touching his side briefly before they withdrew. Her body language spoke of playfullness and immature seduction - not yet mastered, only being a few weeks old at this point.

Hi, my name is Melrose.

She smiled, nodding respectfully to him as if to acknowledge his superiority and age. In truth she was trying to bribe him and gain his trust.

ooc| Maybe Donovan and Melrose can kill Alistar off together? I would prefer Melrose's 'act' go unnoticed by Donovan, considering his young age and all. Be good for the plot.

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[Viali]

It irks me when I get burned
And I realize, I don't get hurt
And always, it seems I've lost my way

Donovan kept his position, watching as the younger filly approached him. He stepped back as she reached out towards him, hoofs scraping against each other in the dirt. He kept a dominant stance, and regarded the strange filly. What was she trying to do exactly? Couldn't she tell that this wans't his land? His scent contrasted greatly with the rich, earthy smell of the forests, him smelling more of crisp snow and pine.

He cocked his head at a questioning angle. This filly was flirting with him, or trying to at least. Yes that was what she was doing. How was he supposed to respond to that? It wasn't like he had tons of experience in this area, being only a few months old. Donovan decided to return in the same playful, light manor. It was what Viali had said to do when meeting a new horse.

"Hello. My name is Donovan."

He said, keeping a calm playful tone. Arrogance seeped in, and he didn't bother to restrain it. Perhaps, he could make her think that she was the lead stallions heir. Well, he was in a way, just not of this land. The light-hued colt wondered what she had to be happy about. She probably wasn't, he decided. Probably an act, she was probably hurting inside he presumed. Thats what most horses did, his dam told him. Eury told him that everybody lied, and too never trust anyone but them and their herd and the others only slightly. She said a bit of good suspicion had never hurt anyone.

ooc; sure, why not? donovan has noticed her act, but assumes the only reason she puts it up is because she is mentally hurting. it would be a good start in donovans career as a complete jerk, as he turns out to be in the future.

When I feel you, it's not enough
And I need you to shun my touch
I notice the season's ripe for change

[blackie]

Ebon pupils dilated and contracted as Melrose took in the champagne hued colt, briefly acknowledging his withdraw from her affections with a satirical look – obviously scorning his actions. Aerial sensors twisted casually upon her dome as listened intently for the approach of her ‘step-brother’ or possibly even comments from her newly adopted mother. Cy didn’t seem all that interested in the goin-ons between her and other foals as long as she wasn’t being harmed, so she disregarded the mare and became mostly attentive to the young brute before her; not feeling him deserving of her full interest. Besides, she was almost waiting with excitement for her ‘step-brother’ to come around, perhaps curious of what Melrose was doing or who she was talking to. She hadn’t talked to him much, no more really than the foal before her – perhaps less since she didn’t even know her ‘step-brothers’ name, and assumed she would eventually know this ones.

Auds pinned eagerly as the colt looked at her, questioning something about her actions or maybe her words. It was as if he was trying to figure her out or decipher something, and Melrose just gave him a blank stare back as if he was stupid. Her expression was now dull, seeming to lose interest in this colt and the original intentions she had with him. He seemed a little on the insecure side, if not trying to put on his own show though of what and for what, Melrose did not know. Russet visionaries darted to his façade as he spoke, realizing her gaze had strayed with the pause he had allowed to lay between them. Petite cranium inclined slightly in a nod, now less than eager to proffer him respect or even flirt with him. The arrogance he showed reminded her of the pompous bastards her mother had told her about – little colts that stayed colts, regardless of their age, and who ran around with their chest inflated with air as well as their minds. Melrose couldn’t sympathize with Donovan, as she now knew was the colts name, and perhaps pitied herself for not having not even existed a month and already she seemed to be encountering the dismal equines her dam had spoke of. She feared permanent judgment would be ignorant on her part, if not bias, and so she managed a small grimace that was hardly welcoming or pleasing.

Do you live here?

Before she had even spoken Melrose had obviously changed. Her demeanor became more caustic and deprived of emotion aside from sass and a minor amount of superiority – not really over the colt or anyone else around, just that natural confidence Melrose inherited due to her detachment from reality. The small amount of melanoid fluff upon her posterior flicked rapidly back and forth, though it was not out of pleasure as it may have been perceived as before. Scattering the pests from her back legs best she could, Melrose straightened herself up and her auds even went attentively forward. She spoke to Donovan in a less than sincere manner this go around, obviously defying him if he so desired to be a prick. She wouldn’t feed his ego but getting upset or proffering him any other reaction. She merely brushed passed him, her right shoulder pushing against his left and her tail flicking from side to side dismissively. She moved to Cy and suckled briefly, moved back and turned her cranium to look at Donovan with one less questioning look before moving away to find Alistar and manage this by herself. Obviously Melrose had her own egoism and seemed insensitive to Donovan as well, but remembering her mother and what she had been told, it all made it easier as she trotted slowly away from her mother and the colt – forgetting the fact that she had asked him a question.

Melrose could be very rude sometimes.

ooc| o.0 okay whatever, thanks for the consideration. x0

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[.:Lindsay793:.]

- Guys nice posts. But remember this is my land, not the Plateau, so deciding to kill Alistar, soon would be good. Because I have other on going posts -

[blackie]

ooc| Well if you'are going to be like that then me and Viali will just move it the plateau. You're not involved in the thread, so it's not like you gotta post or anything.

But whatever, we'll just move the thread if Viali wants to.

[.:Lindsay793:.]

ooc: whoa.. ok no need to sound a tad rude. I am just saying, keep it under 5 pages ya know? I know you guys probably will, but tell me when you want me to jump in Ill read your posts and watch..., ok never mind, forget it. (not saying rudely, at all ! )

[blackie]

ooc| Sorry, I just didn't understand why it mattered. I don't know why Viali wants you to wait to post, I reckon just to give time for Melrose and Donovan to chat - shrugs - just figured if it was a problem we'd move the thread elsewhere

[.:Lindsay793:.]

ooc: No, I am sorry. I didn't need to say what I did.. Carry on. Im sad for Alistar lol Melrose is a cutie <3 And I read over my post ,it make no sense and I don't know what I was thinking Sorry..

[blackie]

ooc| It's fine, like I said I just didn't understand the problem. I'm sure viali will read this and we'll get the kill over with quick, then I'm sure you can come in

[.:Lindsay793:.]

ooc: ok, thanks for forgiving I

[blackie]

ooc| x0 it's all good,thanks for being mature about the situation

[.:Lindsay793:.]

ooc: my pleasure. Now I'll stop posting..

[.:Lindsay793:.]

Silver Arrow was walking through his woods alone, looking for nothing in particular. Cantering and weaving through the trees gracefully, he was used to it now. As he was passing, looking to his side, through the flashes of brown trees figures were seen. As they flashed by like a film he slowed and started walking to them. There was an old mare, a filly, a colt, and Donovan. Flicking his tail he reached them. He was concerned for his own safety, Incognito might be mad at him if Donovan was hurt on his land. Arrow moved beside the colt and nodded to the other three.

"Greeting strangers. I am Silver Arrow. Stallion of these woods." He shook his mane, he loved to run, and had been out to patrol and for excersise. Looking down at Donovan, he seemed to be alright so he was satisifed. The mare was old, and with two foals, from who he wondered. She probably was looking for a place to reat, and being her age he would be happy to oblige.

Though he didn't what what reason, there could be many he was sure so he stopped guessing. Smiling gently he stepped forward and was close to the mare now. "What is your business here femme." He asked gently and politely.

ooc: Viali asked that I post..

[Viali]

Donovan stood, stunned. What had just happened? He did not see that he had committed any wrong doing. Later, he would look back and see that perhaps he had been a tad bit too arrogant, a tad bit too presumptuous. But later was not now and the light-hued colt had no knowledge of his faults. Making up his mind quickly, without foresight, and only going off a child's instinct he copied her actions. He shrugged it off as only one with a nonchalant soul could.

----A CHILD'S LOGIC----
He had figured that she was at fault and therefore not quite worthy of him or his attention. Or at the very least, it meant he was not required to talk to her any longer.

He probably would never speak to the young filly again. Even if they were to stay, the old one and the two younger, it was doubtful that they'd become friends. Besides, they were to leave soon. Snow Mountain was not to stay frozen forever and it would not do much good to impose upon Silver Arrow and his growing herd for much longer. With that considered, he believed that he would probably go through life without ever hearing from Melrose again.

----A SMALL GUARANTEE----
He'd search for her later, when all that were left of his generation were idiots not fit to breed.

However for now he stand next to her half-alert mother, matted plumage flickering amiably. His gaze rested on the approaching stallion, head angled watching like it was a movie put on for his show.



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Cyprian's vision was only half-complete. That didn't mean she didn't watch. Didn't mean she didn't see what was going on. She just choose not to interfere. Not to care. Melrose had proven she could take care of herself for a short period of time, and Cy was quite agreeable when it came to the subject of letting her roam on her own. She wondered of course, about what they were speaking. She cursed her old age silently under her breath.

Cyprian did not question the multi-hued filly as she suckled, nor did she afterwards. Perhaps, later she would ask. If she perchance cared enough to remember.

She took a deep breath as the stallion approached. A affable expression was put up, caustic and harsh one put away for later use. She lowered her head in slight greeting, bones creaking uncomfortably as she settled. Her answer didn't forth come. "Melrose, Alistar." She murmured under her breath to her two foals, telling (or asking in the case of Melrose) to come to her.

----SOMETHING TO BE AWARE OF----
Cyprian would most certainly drag Melrose to her if needed. She wasn't afraid to hurt the young one. She wasn't afraid to harm the stallion,either, if that was what was needed.

The gentle expression dropped from her face as Silver Arrow spoke next. Who was he to call her femme? It was a demeaning title back in her day. He should have just not have formally addressed her if he didn't know her. " Cyprian is my name, Arrow, and I expect you to address me by no other." Said in her standard harsh tone, one that was certainly going to get her killed one day. "I'm 'ere because I need a place to stay and take care of the foals."