Chatter, screaming, grunts, arguments: that is all that has been boiling in my skull for the past few days. Maybe just hours. What if it has been a month? Where is the sun?! I cannot take this any more, my voice is lost beneath the constant company in my head that no one seems to hear but me. I am tired, so very tired. Sleep has not been a close friend for a while now; it has been a very difficult task to even think about sleep. They've learned to control my body, but only during certain temperaments. Anger seems to feed the much alive fire, along with the random fall outs of maddening depression. Both are difficult to stray from when all you can comprehend is the emotions bursting through your body.

Bitter cold air nipped at my thick coated body hungrily, the welcome of the Aurora Basin that I was greeted with each time I entered our delightful tundra after a time span of being gone. I am a traveler by heart and it is difficult to stay in one place for too long. I have wandered nearly all of Helovia now. That is with the exception of the three other herd lands and the Vein of The Gods. I have no business in any of those places; the Gods have spared my life once, they owe me nothing more. Perhaps a nice stick to the eye. I'm sure they could do that for you!

"Welcome back. I had hoped that you had forgotten I am here." I growled back to them, my crackly voice low beneath my breath. Red wine colored eyes scanned over the still dark land that I call home, noticing almost no difference from the last time I had been here. It had only been a day or two though, right? I think.. I hope so. Most of them do not know who I am anyhow, just another number to throw into the faces of other herds. "Na na na, we're bigger than you." But, are we? Where do we stand in the capacity line? You don't count any how pretty boy. Don't worry, we haven't forgotten you! They sound happy, cheery in fact, that they are still here to dance circles through my jumbled thoughts.

I found myself walking along still without even being aware of my own actions; my feet sinking into the thin, normal amount of snow that dusted our hidden valley. Our frozen valley. The moon was playing peekaboo behind the massive mountain peaks, a little over half hiding behind the rock walls the best it could. Still, the light filtered over the snow caps, creating a beautiful glimmer off of the white sheets of ice. Ever since the sun's disappearance, I have not seen nor heard of the colorful dancing ribbons of light in the night air; that was something we surely all missed.

Where am I going? My body keeps moving on in a quick paced walk, my head bobbing in rhythm with my body, swaying slightly from side to side with each step. Dark hooves fell one after another, back feet reaching ahead in order to step evenly in the previous prints left my both front hooves. They are so frayed, so chipped and untamed. I may have to take some time to walk up the mountain sides in hopes of rounding them back down. Crimson eyes stared ahead, yet looked at nothing. Instead, my attention was all focused on the conversations in my brain, trying to pick apart smashed together words to decipher what their plan was, or if there even is one.

A shadow ate away at the bright ground, dulling my eyesight enough for me to notice and drag my attention back to reality. A thick slit in the mountain side came into view: my tiny, one man cave. Just big enough for me -and at one point another mare- to curl up and sleep. My heart leapt at the thought of comfort. Maybe here they will allow me to be at peace, just for a moment. Eventually I reached the mouth of my miniature cave, staring into the darkness with dull eyes. Something told me to stay out here, that something or someone was important enough to see before I laid my dark face down on the cold rock to rest. What if there isn't anything special? It's probably just them stirring up my thoughts again, doing something to provoke me just enough to stay awake a little longer. My eyelids started to become heavy at the thought of sleep.

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My pulse beat slowly in my chest, in my legs, in my ears, allowing me to block out the rambling that continued on in my head. Both eyelids were slowly becoming My grave coloring hid well against the mountain side, though that could not be said for the foliage of our vast valley. I stared into the distance from my left shoulder, watching the never ending shroud of darkness devour our lightless home. Poor baby Two toned ears shot back, a grunt rolling deep in my chest simultaneously. "I will throw myself off of a god damn cliff." I hissed, nostrils flaring to allow a hot jet stream of carbon dioxide to shoot out of my body in a snort. They became silent, cowering in a corner as if to not further offend their host.

The next draw of air carried a scent that is so vaguely familiar, but only in a way that allows me to connect that there is a mare somewhere around here. My left ear swivels forward, the right staying back but cocking up slightly in order to listen for her existence. A silent moment passes before I drop my blood printed mug to the snowy white earth, lipping the frozen liquid enough to grab a minimal amount; the solid dissolves instantaneously into a cold, cold liquid that does nothing but dampen my red lips. How badly I wish I could taste the cold flakes against my tongue, to be able to nibble on the bark of a tall tree in the snowy seasons and long for the peculiar flavors that the story-tall plants produce.

The scent grows stronger and leaves me to believe that she does belong here, the female does not reek of dust and sand dunes, or the salty crash of ocean waves. I lift my crowned skull back into the air and turn to my left, standing broadside to the dark figure in the dimly lit distance. "Hello there!" The high octave of her voice nearly makes me sigh; the company of a female is always.. no, usually delightful. Both ears pull forward, my dark forelock curling around my right ear and draping over the same crimson dyed eye.

And who is this? A smile pulls up at the corner of my odd colored mouth, one that is gentle and welcoming, though it fails to stay there for long, and ends up jutting back into the straight line of seriousness that I casually wear. "And who are you?" I mimic my company with a sultry voice, my raspy vocals rolling from my chest in a deep tone. One step, two steps, and another find me facing the mare and even slowly pacing toward her. I drew closer and closer, attempting to hide the glazed over, dead look in my hollow eyes.

I freeze once I am a long reach's worth away from the female, examining her lithe body. Placed neatly on her light cranium is a smooth dagger-like horn that bowed in the center, ending at a razor sharp tip. Aside from that, the mare was plain and small; something I have not seen very much of in my past here in Helovia. It is nice to see an average colored body, rather than attempting to decipher patterns and strange spots from various hues.

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