You've been missing for quite a while one of us murmurs in the back of your hollow skull, Not that any one would notice! the other shouts, allowing each of us to laugh a little at your low rank. You know that you don't matter, and now that two years have passed since we've all come to this fairytale land, you've accepted that you are nothing to this world. Still, a small spark that rested in the depths of your heart had burst into a weak flame; seeing the eyes of something that you had quenched that undying thirst for love, even if you have not seen the young boy since your meeting. Of course, the mare - Aurelia - was still a stranger to you, and how she had reacted to your fresh knowledge of offspring did not make you want to become anything more than just that.

With that weak flame, you continue on, reminded every day that, perhaps, life isn't as bad as it seems. All of these feelings of lost hope and abandonment make a sleepy Ouija whimper from the warm blanket of your thick, wavy hair. Peeking out a fuzzy white face, her big black eyes opening just enough to watch your crimson snout crane to the left; eye contact is made between the two of you for only a second before she is pulling back into her make-shift cave of hair. Slowly but surely, you are headed back to the Throat with no intentions to stop and babble.. but then again, who ever really wants to talk to you? And - of course - with that thought, the heavy thud of violent feet against the earth and the undeniable squeal of pain makes you stop in your tracks, red dipped ears perking forward while empty eyes search the forest uneasily.

Overhead, the limbs of ancient trees twist together, vines that are able to survive the minimal amount of light climbing up and choking out the bark beneath; streams of light filter through the arches, only strong enough to leak out onto the earth below in small patches.. as for the rest of the forest, it is nearly pitch black, and your eyes never truly adjust to this. Silence is a close friend of the dense forest, leaving an eerie cloak across the entire region. We can feel you trying to wake your fearless companion, but she stays in her groggy world of tasty birds and endless fields to bop bunnies' heads.

Wine red eyes search frantically for whatever it is that is upsetting small woodland creatures, but you fail to find anything. A few minutes of silence and standing completely still leads you to believe that the coast is clear, but as always, your body is now tense and on edge. Gnarled hooves touch the dirt soundlessly, crowned skull dropping below your shoulders in order to sneak just a little easier; but what is there to even be sneaking from? Nothing you pussy, Man up! we growl, pacing around the white-washed room that keeps us trapped and locked down.

It only takes a minute for the silence to be shattered once again by another woodland creature's cries; this sends you off of the edge, startling every single nerve and causing your high-strung body to lurch forward. Swerving between close trees covered in the driest moss, you find yourself face to face with a stranger. Front hooves dig into the loose earth, back legs bending beneath your weight to slide to a hault - hopefully before you run into this dark mare.

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The soil churns beneath your cracked feet, dirt and pine needles wedging into the wide crevices that have shattered long toes. The foul, familiar stench of blood dripped off of the dark stranger with cool eyes, the white streak that leaks down her long face left clean; your nostrils pinch tight against the unpleasant scent and red ears flick backward. Before you can even gather yourself back up, the female is unhesitant in looking you over - Matching you up we growl, ready to pump our minds through your body once that last wall of fear is knocked over. Our hot finger nails curl into scaly palms, pin pricks allowing imaginary blood to seep from our nonexistent hands.

"Hello." the mare begins, her dark eyes almost as black as her hide in this terrible lighting. You tuck your crimson snout into your chest, empty eyes watching her closely, hoping she would not lurch at you if she were to catch you off guard; Ouija rouses from her sleep once more, beyond irritated with the situation. A low growl comes from your dark withers, hidden below the cocoon of hair, until she slips out of the narrow bed and slips to the forest floor. Unaware of what is making you so nervous, she blinks against the black surroundings, her wet nose wiggling to catch the scent of fresh blood. A hungry rumble occupies her never-ending belly, black eyes searching for the kill, landing on the jet black mare.

Kill mutt, kill! we cackle from our white apartment, raking nails against the backs of your eyes, but it is unlike the young cub to violently attack.. she is more of the "let me lick and cuddle you to death" kind of companion. By this time, the nameless mare has taken a broad step forward, completely closing in the already uncomfortable space between the two of you - "And who are you?" she questions, her voice still warm and misleading to your wreck of a mind. "V-Voodoo." You stammer, watching the raven circle around your narrow body.

You can feel her eyes engulfing your tired body, searching you over like a hungry coyote before it drags away the scraps that the mountain lion had left. Beneath you, Ouija waddles out of the stranger's way, twisting between your front legs into her favorite spot, black rimmed ears cupped forward, oily eyes intensely watching the female. "I'm Sialia." the voice finally responds, the body ending before you again where she swings to face you, ears perked forward as if she were expecting something from you. She smells of only the forest and fresh air; perhaps an outcast. You had been tucked away in the Throat for a generous amount of time before heading for the Threshold, so it would be extremely easy for you to have missed this one.

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The wicked mare smiles down at Ouija, who only returned a growl, and obviously created some vile taste in her blood-coated mouth as the grin dropped from a matte face. The cub sat on her back haunches, a fluffy tail wrapped around the back of your right fore hoof as a reminder of her presence. "It is a pleasure to meet you Voodoo." She coos, listerine blue eyes flickering back to your empty stare. You nod in return, not wanting to offend the shadow mare by being rude. "You too, Sailia." you mumble, ears pulling up from the tangled mess of black hair that coats your neck.

Ouija leans against your left leg, her shaggy fur tickling you enough to cause you to grin, the corners of your lips tugging up as the light hairs brush against your body. Your snout drops to the cub, lipping the top of her head for only a brief second before looking back up to watch the mare's body. If the freshly coated blood was not slung across the stranger's dainty face, she would have not been so intimidating, nor would you have been so uneasy or short on responses. The unsettling nerves in your body remind you that you know these woods, and that you could easily escape in case of attack.. but would she?

"Are you from the Basin as well?" Your ears perk forward at the name, glossy eyes still staring at the cool gaze that belongs to Sialia; so she was fairly new, otherwise she would smell like the wintery acres. A mild grin settles on falsely bloodied lips, a coolness washing over your tense body, but you know better than to let your guard down. "I was, originally. I live somewhere else now." The Dragon's Throat we remind you, snickering at the thought. Going from one to another was a drastic change.. the polar opposite in fact: the Basin, filled with snow and ice and demoralized unicorns who hold a grudge against anyone not of their kind. And the Throat, an accepting homeland who is bordered by the sea and left to roast under the hot sun nearly all year round.

The deepest desire to one day return to the snowy foothills bubbles in your chest, but fear of returning and being banished after living among the winged had always kept you away. "I do miss the Basin." You finally state with a full, rough voice. The words are tarnished with longing, and you want to know everything that the black mare knows about the herd so far. Has she had a chance to explore the tundra?

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This stranger was so full of questions, wanting to know why you had left as soon as the words had gotten out of your dry mouth. You shuffle uncomfortably, not exactly sure how to respond, because even you are not sure why you had decided to leave in the first place. "I uhm, I left to find my-" you pause for only a very brief second in order to draw in a shaky breath, "mother." you finish, knowing that you had just lied to this stranger.. a lie that you know would never work if any one knew why you had ever stumbled upon Helovia. Ouija -completely confused on the sudden rush of sadness in your body- whimpers softly, rubbing her soft face against your leg softly.

"Where do you live now?" Jesus, the questions just keep coming! we growl, tossing our hands up in frustration with this mare; when you are tired, we are tired, and a lot grumpier than you are. Just tell her and get the fuck out of here! You need to get back home! we yell, one of us pounding against the inside of your skull with a tight fist. You are still unsure of what to tell her though.. what if she were to go back and tell one of the few that you knew that you now live in the Throat? "I'm an outcast now.. I just, wander." you respond softly, left ear twitching backward as you speak.

You feel so badly lying to this mare, and you know it's wrong, but something in you decides that it is for the best and will save you from some kind of pain. No one from the Basin even remembers you, you idiot we are really getting irritated with you, very, very quickly. Sialia's hard face is softened by what you think is a genuine smile, but you don't let the wall of trust fall, there are a lot of good actors here in Helovia. An invite is extended out to you with that warm smile, and you consider it deeply, deep eyes cast down from her dark face for a second to consider.

"I can't." You respond softly, both ears now turned back solemnly. "I don't belong at the Basin any more." you croak, wet eyes blinking away the image of the vibrant lights that dance across the open night skies. You lift them back up to attempt to reach blue eyes, a grin tugging one side of your lips up; "Thank you though."

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The mare's blood tainted face stayed cold and distant, something that you had once been able to obtain, but now your face is always full of terror and surprise. Her dark nose simply bobs up and down in acknowledgement, wintery eyes seeming to record your every movement. She doesn't believe you we giggle, our nails curling into our palms. "I do hope you find her." she states, giving you plenty more than enough time to explain your fake whereabouts. Even though you are used to the calling from actually being an outcast for nearly an entire year, Sialia doesn't seem to grab the same meaning from it as you have.

Her ears drill back against the same matte color as her smooth fur and you pull your crimson snout into your chest as she spits at the calling; a reflex you have learned over the years of verbal abuse. Her posture shifts from relaxed to on guard once more and you can feel the steel butterflies in your belly begin to flutter. Glossed eyes shift to the once more standing kit to the black Basin mare before you take a step backward, your face still tucked inward in a frightened manner.

"I should probably head home.-" your left ear presses forward while the right swings out to face your side, a nod shifting your long face. Does she know the way in? You remember walking through the biting wind and blind night just to find your way over some huge hill just a few feet from the actual entrance to the snow valley; a stallion -who's name you can't remember- with blue lightening on his face, watched you tumble down the hill and trip over your own freakishly long legs. "Safe travels, you have a ways to go." you respond softly, your gravely voice falling to the floor in a heap of letters.

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