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#1

Shadow
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves


The heat was oppressive. Like a thick, wet woolen blanket warmed by relentless sunshine, the air was standing perfectly still. Not a gust, not a breath of wind could be felt, every lush green canopy and leafy shrub were quiet and still. Even though the summer was only just beginning the greens of the billowing hills had a faded, weary feeling too them, dusty and matted and bowing beneath the merciless glare of the Sun. The shade provided by tall evergreens was only marginally better than the open meadows, because like everything else with a smidgen of sense the insects had taken to hovering over stagnating pools of old melt water. They were a torment with their incessant buzzing, biting and stinging, driving more than one horse to the brink of insanity as they tried to go about their day.

Yet one mare, small and dark and decidedly scruffy looking, seemed oblivious to the swarms of biters that hung like a cloud of misery around her. Padding slowly along her focus was on the ground, on the lush green grasses that grew thick and tall wherever rays of light managed to break through the canopy, and on the ravenous hunger that ached like a fever to the very core of her bones. The rhythm of her gluttony was trancelike; a half step of a hoof, inky lips baring down around a tuft of grass so that blunt ivories could tear it off with a jerk of the head - often so roughly that the very roots came along - and even while she chewed the next step was taken, and then another.

The reason for her hunger was quite plain, of course. Where most horses were fat and plump after a season of rebuilding their bodies after the winter, Shadow looked positively starved. Not quite skin and bone, her hips and ribs were still showing clearly and the way old winter-coat still clung to her harried frame suggested that she had been less than well fed for quite some time. Even more ragged and unkempt than usual, the coarse hair of mane and tail had grown out excessively, until she looked little more than a walking fur-ball.

Oh, but she couldn't care less. She had made it! She was home, back in Helovia where the air tingled with magic and familiar faces were aplenty, and before long she would be out there under the blazing sun doing what she had come back here to do. Just... first she needed to make sure she wouldn't die. It had been a close call on the beach, the mere memory of it made her shudder - so the little pegasus pushed the thought aside, employing her usual prowess at avoiding unpleasant thoughts.

What mattered now was food. Grass and berry, flower and leaf and root, nothing escaped her ravenous appetite, and so absorbed was she in her feeding frenzy that she became completely oblivious to the surroundings. Not very healthy in any place. Not very smart at all, in a place like Helovia... But Shadow had forgotten that. Two years of constant illness tends to do funny things with your memory...


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#2


M A R E N


" Do you remember how
The angels sang
And your sorrows left you there
Right before the lights came up. "

__________________________

The tiger-mare did not have a map, which might have been the foremost reason she had found herself here; in these dead woods' forest. Where it was more silent than any she had ever crossed. Nevertheless she heard all the sounds her ears needed to hear while walking past logs of a shrouded environment. Rotting leaves crackled under her hooves as she left the path that thousands had walked before her. Low lingering mist twisted itself around pines and firs as clouds of grey dimming the colors. The air was moist and pressing, and she thanked the Earth God for the cover that the grandest trees' lush green crowns granted. As the shade protected her from at least half of the insects that could have been, and the sun's heat that she could no longer take. The mare had no destination, was only letting her wandering heart flow its natural course.

In the distance a sight made her hooves pause in their movements, and her eyes widened. An Oak's once so mighty and strong branches and infinite leaves stood there in the middle of her vision, now collapsing in his own cracked trunk underneath his empty wings. In a sudden sprint she trotted into the open area where the tree might have held his ground for centuries. Under the trunk and in between it's giant roots, the small tiger-mare sunk to her knees, laying herself down in forlorn emotions. Without thinking she had curled herself up underneath the swirling mists, pressing her pear-white shimmering body against the dark flaky skin. I am here now. In the shades of the leaves a halo shimmered and sprinkled drops of light down on her willowing head while prayers accompanied the dying Cherry Oak. The snippet that could have reminded her of her home turned to dust as her mind wandered.

Maybe it was already dead.

Awakened from her afternoon nap, she now stood again; looking at the giant tree from a slight distant, now thinking from a more realistic perspective. It was hard to tell with trees, for their stretching hands did not falter immediately after death. They became stone and then eventually crumble like a clump of dirt drying in the sun. Her gaze wondered down, something attracting her attention in the corners of her eye. Mists swirled around her legs in curls and clouds, which seemed like a curious behavior for mists. She watched the weird phenomenon. Then, barely audible, a string of sounds came to her. She cramped her wings up behind her ears to catch more of the sounds. She waited while her heartbeat was the only thing pulsing through her hears. Than the same sounds reached her again. Inquisitive she walked towards the source of the noise. Again, she looked down at the swirling mists, which was still following her - or was it? The weirdest of thoughts came to her; Am I controlling it? But mists were no danger for her gardens, so she let it while her path had reached out into an bushy area filled by one peculiar silhouette. She looked closer, eyes squeezed while keeping her pace. The silhouette became a dog at first, then a bear, a moose and finally the kind of animal she had recently surrounded herself with on a day to day basis. The tiger-mare lurked at the sidelines of what seemed to be the black's personal space, and watched how it charged at every single defenseless shoot that fell into her vision of instinctive hunger. Then again, she did look quite peaky. Still, she seemed interesting enough, with her rogue appearance and determined eyes. Nevertheless she herself did apparently not have the qualities to be interesting, which hurt her feelings a little. So she sprawled right into the still on-going course of the black, and took her stand above some left-alone lush green sprouts, keeping them save in between her front hooves. "Hey girl", she sang, velvety and slightly smiling, although her eyes forgot to join in on the fun. "You know, you look like you've jumped right out of a horror story." Her hooves gripped the earth just in case the Pegasus would walk right over her. Not that the thin body would do that much damage. Like the Oak tree, had this mare been dying?

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#3

Shadow
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves


The weathered mare jumped as pearly legs entered her field of vision, jerking her head up with a start. Feathered wings unfurled, the down raised like the hackles on a frightened cat until she looked twice as broad, but no sooner had the shadow laid eyes on the stranger than she began to relax again. A racing pulse settled fairly quickly, though there was a glint of suspicion lingering within the purple gaze as she scrutinized her opponent. There was hardly reason to be overly wary of someone who was only a quarter of a hand taller than herself, and considerably more slender to boot. That they painted a picture worthy of beauty and the beast was perhaps the least interesting part, because in Shadow's mind she was not playing the part of the beast.

"And you just look wrong" she returned in a drawl, gaze touching upon the useless wings that had not only been displaced to flutter behind the ears of the rude mare, but had been shrunken as well. This girl was clearly malformed, and as much as Shadow wanted to feel compassion and empathy, all she could muster was a sort of vague pity. It It probably wasn't the girl's fault that she was crippled, and it might be a perfectly good reason why she was being rude to a complete stranger, and so Shadow ought not get upset even though she detected the insult in the casual words.

Coarse strands swished testily as she swatted away biters from her flank, the dull pelt itching from persistent attacks as well as from sweat and grime trapped where the old fur had yet to let go. She was feeling it now, all of the discomfort that thus far had been ignored in favor of the pleasure experienced by sating her hunger, and it hardly made her tongue any softer.

Shaking her head in exasperation over the cruelty of the world that would make creatures with wings yet unable to put them to good use, the ebony mare lowered her head back down towards the grass, the tempting greenery calling for her attention in far greater capacity than the striped one had managed. Tucking the her own wings - big and black and useful - against the sides she moved to step around the stranger, already about to start grazing again while hoping that the insolent brat would simply disappear if she didn't look at her.

"Go back to whatever fairy tail you came from, why don't you."


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#4


M A R E N


" Do you remember how
The angels sang
And your sorrows left you there
Right before the lights came up. "

__________________________

While surrounded by a dark-pine arena, accompanied by a hungry black mare, an almost unnoticeable, thin string of mist waved itself above the green sprouts in between her hooves. When the stranger got up in shock, Maren's head tilted. She hadn't meant to scare her, she just wanted to meet this interesting smudge of black that seemed to not be liked by the world. Or at least that was what the tiger-mare assumed by the bones poking out from under the with insects covered skin.

Her ear's got up a bit more when the Pegasus threw her some ill-mannered words. Unwittingly the wings growing from the crown of her head started flapping harrowing, seeming hurt. This was not a fair game they were playing, they appeared to be thinking. But the only thing the tiger-mare felt inside was a tug of sympathy, because this mare was clearly not smart at all. For if she was, she would have put her own wings to good use, creating something like a small wind to fend off the petty insects that were eating her alive. So a sigh escaped her lips and she simply shrugged, watching the black mare shake her head; obviously confused about the way the world worked - and got back to ripping grass from the dirt. Quickly before that, however, she managed to ask Maren to go back to the fairy tale where she - apparently - came from. As a form of reply the tiger-mare's eyebrows simply rose, since she actually came quite close to the truth. After all; the whole reason she was born was because of some fairy tale, now being the princess from a far away land. But that did not matter here; It did not matter at all. Because even though she was a princess, the world wasn't a fucking fairy tale.

The Pegasus had swiftly moved past her pearl-white striped body, and was now attempting to jump back to her food, for real. Maren turned around, too, now following the black's footsteps in a relaxed motion. "If you believe in fairy tales, you might be more confused than you are making me believe you are, for all I've seen are fallen hero's and burning kingdoms." The tiger-mare's smile had faded into a boring line. "Maybe you should go back to your own, because 'this'..." She made a circling motion with the long fingers of her wings, pointing at the mare and her body that seemed to be held together by mere bones. "Doesn't seem to be working for you." The golden eyes were serious now, finally showing concern - but with a fleck of annoyance.

Maren moved her body from the stranger's track and waddled to the middle of the open field, watching from the corners of her eyes how the thin mists were still stalking her, lingering around her legs. Then she looked up once again to the peaky Pegasus and smiled. "May I propose a suggestion?"

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#5

Shadow
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves


The striped girl was clearly unable to understand the finer points of 'take a hike'. Fuzzy black ears twitched irritably as she kept talking, mouth still smart and tongue sharper than was wise. The little idiot was even stupid enough to fall in behind the blackbird, and for the duration of a breath she was sorely tempted to kick the brats forehead in for the effort.

... in the end, Shadow decided against it. What was the point of splattering gore all over the grass after all? It was messier than a bit of silence was worth. Instead she opted to ignore the mare, focusing intently on the food instead. Rich flavors exploded upon her tongue for ever bite, the sweetness of juicy dandelion mixing with tart sorrel, grounded by the fragrant bass tones of wild thyme, sage and the refreshing sting of nettles... it was a pleasure to devour it all indiscriminately, a true delight to feel the nutrient rich feed slip down the throat and settle within her stomach where a pleasant weight was settling. It would be so easy to overeat, so pleasurable indeed to down each strand without even chewing properly, and then she could take the pains of colic or the sore, swollen feet that inevitably came with gluttony...

Alas. If only she could partake in this smörgåsbord undisturbed. There was a certain annoying voice grating through her ears, stretching short nerves to their limits... Shadow did what she could to reign in a temper she could not back up with force of hoof or speed or wing. She did not reply to the second jab about her emaciated state, felt the false concern of the other whistle past like winds in autumn, and simply rolled her eyes as the most redundant of questions was posed.

Were she allowed to suggest?

"I am sure you will suggest regardless of what I answer, so go right ahead" she replied, voice dry and crackling like aged parchment. The sway of her tail was decidedly tetchy now, a storm brewing behind half-closed lids. This... this bitch better fucking watch her tongue, because if what she said next was in the slightest bit offensive then the blackbird would not be responsible for the consequences.


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#6


M A R E N


" Do you remember how
The angels sang
And your sorrows left you there
Right before the lights came up. "

__________________________

Her smile had not followed its way up to her eyes, as it had rarely done these last few years. For the curling lips; a sign of happiness, was now merely a way for her reach out to maybe, just maybe, the feeling of warmth, bliss, joy. She could vaguely recall the fluttering feeling coming from the depths of her being, a long time ago, when she had been playing around their mountain home: She and her brother, Gha'Thor. Throwing lost acorns at each other in their innocence, unknowing and not caring about anything but that moment of laughter.

But the world was not that place, and the house in the mountains would not be the same. The world had covered her heart with rusty distrust, with her having no say in the matter.

"I am sure you will suggest regardless of what I answer, so go right ahead"

Finally, the tiger-mare stood quietly, letting the black, underfed Pegasus knock down her first intention of wanting to help. She had positioned herself under the trees, while with every sway of the lush green crowns above her, the half-shadows she had found herself in, darkened. With the leaves blowing in the wind forming shadows upon her from time to time, a halo lit up, crowning her, until it disappeared again in the falling of light.

"No," She simply said, like a toddler not wanting to play the game anymore. "Go feed yourself until you drop." For she did not want to feed her frustration any longer, after all these years she wanted back the joy and happiness that once was. This mare did not seem capable of adding the ingredient to a happy existence. An ingredient called friendship. The black mare had, after all, only held bitterness and irritation under her raven black wings.

She had felt the cold of skepticism for too long. And she was sick of it, had no need of it any longer. For Helovia had since her arrival proven to be a paradise in the midst of the destruction and betrayal that had lingered in the lands around. She did not want to believe the flyless bird that came upon her arrival here, telling her to not get into the midst of the disasters that would soon come. She did not want to believe that this paradise that she had finally found, the feeling of warmth that had reached out to her from the Throat - that it was all a lie. So even though it went against the rules of a wanderer, she did not want to be lost again. Not in this paradise.

So she cut off her gaze from the cantankerous creature. "If you're ever done sulking and want to talk..." She did not want to finish the sentence, because she simply did not know - did not know a thing, but wanted to give the stranger the opportunity anyway. For maybe she just had a bad day and needed a friend, after all. "Poke me, I'll be under a tree." Napping Although she would probably die of old age before anything would happen.

So she turned around and strolled through the shadows of the same path she came from, back to the dying tree to continue her nap in the comforting mists. Needing to think of the purpose of her life once more, rejoining with the ghosts of screaming memories in the gloomy gardens of her mind where the Oak would still be alive: Forever casting shadows over the fire red roses.


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#7

Shadow
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves


It was not the answer Shadow had expected. Purple eyes blinked in consternation as the nosy mare suddenly soured, and with a non-plussed expression she watched as pearly legs stomped off, like a petulant child robbed of their favorite toy. For a second the black rogue just felt like shrugging and going back to do just what the striped one had suggested, but something about the look of the sunset-hued back made the blackbird feel guilty. And wasn't that just insanely unfair!?

"Hey!" she called out, irritation making the words more biting than intended. "I'm not the one who started this" she said and raised her head, sturdy legs carrying her with determined strides towards the unruly child. "I'm not the one who walked up to a complete stranger and called her a nightmare, and I certainly have no reason to be neither polite nor considerate towards some brat who don't even have the common decency to introduce themselves to their elders! You have no right whatsoever to be upset, child, so quit your whining and spit out whatever it was you wanted to say!"

Feathers bristled, hair stood on end, ears were ticked and there was a slight hint of white showing at the edge of her eyes, like a lavender moon eclipsing the sun. Shadow was seething, yet for all her huffing and puffing she couldn't quite hide that she was a bit curious. What had the girl been about to say? Was it intelligent, or just more insults? At this point the shade would probably welcome the latter, as it would give her an excellent excuse to kick some decency into her younger counterpart - and then things like politeness and courtesy could kiss her scrawny ass and fly off somewhere.


@[Maren] Ugh, sorry it's short x__X apparently Shadow's not in the mood for details.

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#8


M A R E N


" Do you remember how
The angels sang
And your sorrows left you there
Right before the lights came up. "

__________________________

I am a hypocrite.

How ever much she kept telling herself she did not want to feed the coldness, she wanted to, nevertheless. And she did. Because it was exciting, it was challenging and a game for her. But she still wanted the warmth, too, which made her also selfish and greedy. Entities of the Great Oak, please excuse my wavering principles. But she knew the Gods would not lift a correcting - or even caring, finger, for the religion stood for truth and life, and mistakes and growth of personality were all a part of that. Its followship was for the good nor the bad, as it was all that life was: Growth and death and the purpose of living that tied the two together in between. What purpose it held did not matter.

Before her in the distant through the dark silhouettes of leaves and branches, she could see the dead Cherry Oak that they framed. And behind her; thumping hooves thumping on the mossy grounds.

So for the hypocrite that she was she turned around in the middle of her shadowed path, a halo glimmering above her head like that of an angel, making her only more the contradiction that she was with the behavior she pulled. "I started this; then we both continued it; and now I tried to end it, and you continued it." And thus Maren realized that she was not the only one here to be called a hypocrite. "I never said I disliked horror stories, anyway! Which actually makes it I that should be the one offended." She told the black mare half laughing and scoffing defensively. Although it was a weak defense, she had not called her a nightmare.

But as her insincere laugh faded a thick silence raged like a muted storm between the two hypocritical mares. She stared at her, being also nothing more than a silhouette against the light. And then there it was; her voice simple. Had nothing else to it; no hidden meanings this time. "I already said what I wanted to say, and that is that I wanted to talk - that was all. But like normal mature creatures do." She paused for a second to take a quick breath, and raged on. "...And then after maybe play some stupid games", her eyes wandered off in the future that did not held any cold, was simply the paradise she wished for with the warmth that had been, once, long ago; back when the world had been easy and kind. "Be reckless! jump off cliffs, throw things at each other, laugh at others. Hell, we could even do mushrooms together; then fight and crawl out each others eyeballs - and then, at the end of the day, become the best fucking friends ever. Because as much you want to seem like it, you are just as mature as I am."

At the end of it all she was left roaring like the tiger she had marked on her back. "But 'HEY', we might just be too much alike to be friends after all."Then her voice softened. Emotions left serious, a tad hurt and with heartbeat beginning to slow down once again. Maren looked at the Pegasus, now for once not at the bones poking out, but at her. She blinked, her long white lashes fluttering. They were nothing alike at all, but why, then, had she said they were?

She had not introduced herself?

Oh.

"My name is Maren", she concludes her venting under her breath with calmed tongue.
A real damn treat meeting you.



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#9

Shadow
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves


In the soft evening light that filtered down through tall canopies, light and shadow reached for one another in a merry tumble of tag among the trees. Reaching here and there as branches swayed and sighed in a gentle afternoon breeze, they danced through the thin veil of mist without a sound, laughing voicelessly at the two mares that squared off against one another in a different kind of game. One had noticed the creeping fog, so out of place in this smothering heat, yet chose not to speak of it, and the other had opted to disregard it as yet another peculiarity so commonplace in Helovia, of import only should it begin to cause harm to herself.

No, of more immediate interest was the pathetic, dwarfed wings that flapped and flailed behind the ears of the smart-mouthed girl. She didn't mean to stare, yet somehow Shadow couldn't seem to peel her eyes from the pale appendages, so similar yet fundamentally different from her own raven feathers. Jewel-bright eyes followed them back and forth as they moved to accentuate the words of their owner, weaving an elaborate tale that the blackbird stopped listening to about partway through. Her expression seemed to change from near anger to a stubborn, bull-headed patience, but inwardly the pegasus merely yawned and regretted she'd gone through the trouble to react at all.

"Yeah yeah, whatever" she said eventually, rolling her eyes as dark legs turned her sideways - a tuft of juicy green grass caught her eye and received a swift, merciful end beneath starving ivories. "Sorry I said anything. But I mean... that's a really weird way to start off a conversation, ya know? If you want to be friends, just say so from the start... How's a mare supposed to know unless horses come clean and spit it out?" She was no mind reader after all, nor was she very patient. Shadow couldn't exactly say she was delighted to have made this particular acquaintance either, but it was far less of a hassle than staying angry.

"So, Maren, was it? I'm Shadow. You from around these parts?" She actually paused in her grazing for a moment, dark head rising to give the other a new, thorough look-over, at once sharp and fleeting; the kind of look that appeared to cut through everything and forget nothing. It wasn't until now that the Blackbird noticed that she actually was taller than the flightless pegasus before her; unconsciously she stretched up a bit, puffing her emaciated body to look as big as it could. It wasn't every day she encountered someone that couldn't look down on her... that alone would serve to make this a pleasant encounter.


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#10


M A R E N


" Do you remember how
The angels sang
And your sorrows left you there
Right before the lights came up. "

__________________________

So she couldn't just... turn around and leave anymore. Not to even think about napping under that tree again, now, so close as it was. Truthfully, sometimes even she got sick and tired of arguing and squabbling. Thinking of valid arguments demanded a clear mind-set. When she disagreed she didn't just disagree. She made sure she had reasons to. Yes, she had made a decision when she had heard the hooves thumping behind her, while she had spotted the dead Oak in her vision, (the tree she wanted to nap under) laying before her. The decision-part had been to turn around and tell this mare - no, explain why. But had she explained, really?

She had indeed not given a simple "Hi" when they had met, had definitely not been all polite and civil to the heavily underfed mare. If there was something in the world she hated, then it was, after all, conversations that went just like that: Talkings that had a politeness of level 10 and up, and an appeal, interestingness of level 3 and under. When Maren was actively searching for soul-mates, she wanted fire. And the only way she could know if that was what she was dealing with, was to stoke it. Poke it with a stick, throw freaking gasoline on it; do all of it - if that would make it burn.

But she had not been searching actively, had simply said some words by accident to an unknowing mare, as her mind often did. Most of the time those words appeared to be hurtful ones whenever she just awoke from a nap.
If she had directly seen how heavily underfed she was, she wasn't sure how different she would have reacted - but different it probably would have been. For all she knew she could've decided to ignore her. Maren had simply forgotten her ways for a tad, letting herself slip off a bit to far. Nevertheless, this black Pegasus had shown that she possessed at least a little fire, so the tigermare had concluded that she could like her, and that the possibility of a friendship was worth more than a guaranteed nap.

That she had thrown up a waterfall of words along the way... That was just how she was. And at least she hadn't dedicated her love to her, right? That was a plus.

The tigermare turned her head, giving the Pegasus a questioning look from over her red-striped shoulder; lips pouting. Eyes big and sorry. After all, she knew that the mare's "Yeah yeah, whatever" secretly meant as acknowledgement of her existence, which felt like enough at the moment. Someone remind me why she is apologizing, though? It had clearly been mostly her. Maybe that was it, right there: The black's civilness.

With (happy) steps that did not match her still-sorry-eyes, she hopped light-footed halfway back to the mare, whose name was Shadow. "Your name fits you surprisingly well.", she said, murmuring while regaining her questioning look as the purple eyes bit its way through the scanning that was apparently going on. Somewhere around my hooves my soul must be squirming by now. She did survive, though, so she let her non-understanding frown go, and went back to the puppy eyes. Having glanced at Shadow's hungry and potentially dangerous teeth, Maren suddenly turned around and skipped in the direction of the dead Oak, once again. "Come, there is more grass here." She said, words half fading in the movements and the popped-up happy and content grin that now laid pinned under her nostrils as her face had finally turned away from the Shadow - now behind her.

When she had circled the Oak tree exactly one time, she let herself fall in the long brown forest-grasses. Meanwhile letting words free from her lips. "Nooo..." with a thud she fell. "I am from far-far away - from the north, you could say.", while all the while wiggling her neck in the tickling flora. "Couldn't you tell by my accent? My heart is a wandering one; finds a home eventually, but it sure did take a while.", explaining the far-ness. She rolled up, looking around to find Shadow. She had, once again, her serious face on. "I am originally from Deneb. You ever heard of it? It's in the Valley of Rock and Stone: Ondo Ar'Gon."



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#11

Shadow
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves


"It was given to me for a reason" the black mare nodded impassively, dreaded tail swatting at the storm of biters that struggled to keep up as she padded after Maren towards the fallen oak tree. The darkness beneath the surrounding trees was not exactly cool, but compared to the blazing afternoon sun the winged mare felt as though she had lowered herself into a river, a cool sensation lowering itself over her back. With a content sigh she slipped in beside the trunk and leaned against it, lids drooping in pleasure as she rubbed her sore, itching body against the rough bark. An ear ticked towards the striped girl as she came to lie down after her odd march around the tree, listening to what she had to say.

"Accents mean little in Helovia" Shadow said. "I've yet to find someone who hasn't come from somewhere else, or whose parents were foreigners, or for that matter anyone who's lived here for more than one or two generations. I'm foreign too... this isn't even my native language."

She shrugged a little, then settled in and reached for a new mouthful of grass, eyes traveling casually between Maren and a thin mist that crept slowly across the forest floor, out of place and out of season yet present none the less. As her most recent acquaintance asked whether she'd heard of the homeland, Shadow mulled it over for a while but eventually had to shake her head.

"If I have, I don't recall" she replied. "But I've rarely stayed longer than a few seasons in the same place for my whole life, so it's not impossible that I passed through without hearing a name." The accent was not familiar though, so it was highly unlikely that they had been in the same regions at any point.

"Are you planning on staying here, then? If you've found 'home' that is..."

It was a gradual process, but the Blackbird was beginning to relax. It had been some time since she simply talked to someone, but for all that it was more troublesome to have company than being alone she realized that she was rather enjoying it, despite herself.



[Maren] || So so sorry for the late reply! ;__; But omg I love Maren, she's so cute and I adore how you write her, so expressive!

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#12


M A R E N


" Do you remember how
The angels sang
And your sorrows left you there
Right before the lights came up. "

__________________________

The bird had finally noticed that she was not one to steal her eggs, it seemed, as their presence had turned into one of enjoyment - or at least how she believed it. Shadow sighed and the tigermare let her last couple of tensed muscles relax. She had dropped down, picking at the grass as the noise of scratching against wood formed her background symphony. She couldn't help but feel a sting of pity for the old dead Oak, whose little wrapping it had had left must have now been scraped off mostly by the butt-muscles of the coolness-enjoying shadow. The tigerstriped mare had let her head fall in the grass once again. "Hmmm... That's interesting." she murmured content with the volume like that of the chirping of the birds that flew over. The silhouettes of the overhanging branches filled her view as she lay in the wavering shadows that the swaying leaves created. Although she had noticed the pegasus' shrug, the burgundy shades in Maren's eyes were left silent, and thinking. So much cultures there must be, coming together in one place.

The tigermare's body rolled up so that she could look at the Shadow.

"If I have, I don't recall"

The thought that she might had, excited her for childish reasons. She would've loved to show this mare - anyone - her birthplace, but it was far away; Too much a distance to travel within all seasons - wingless, that was. That made the idea slightly unrealistic. Besides, as much as she liked to brag, she didn't really wanted to go back.

The Black's next question made the mare roll back on her back, made her eyes' sight contain branches, silhouetted leaves and sky once again.

'Home'

She'd lost the concept of it a long time ago, which was silly, really. It was meant to be so obvious, simple and straight-forward. And it was - when the words were spoken by a mouth. But when she thought about it, all the possibilities of its meaning got tangled up with each other. Why it was so hard to grasp its meaning made her only wonder. Is it caused by the importance we ourselves put in it? Interesting.

"Is this your home, Shadow?", the tigermare asked after a moment where only the forest spoke out-loud.

Then, after some more slacking seconds, she pulled her stiff pearl-white striped body off the tickling grass and slowly walked over to the tree. Its loosened bark hang from its flanks, crippled in her vision, and just for a little moment she imagined that it was still alive; colored in lush contrasts along with most of the rest of the forest. Swaying flexible with the wind, instead of squeaking at every push. She looked up at it. "For me this is my home.", telling it more to the dusted trunk than her company. She barely even noticed how confusing the way she said the words could be interpreted and her vague pose must look. But as her wings laid stretched, still beside her ears, she only saw an Oak.

My faith.



@[Shadow] || Notes: ... || Wordcount: 511 || "talking" ||

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