Here Without You.. (East)

[Xenan]

I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dreams...

Massive stallion walked back through the plains, his head hanging lower than its usual proud height. Thick, long locks of his white mane reaching down to touch the ground. Black forelock hung to cover most of his black head and white face, shielding his bright blue eyes. Deep inhale had his painted sides extending before he released it again in a heavy sigh. Mainly white tail with thin streak of black through the middle dragged along in the dying grass behind him, as always, but it added to his melancholy appearance. Thoughts swarmed through his mind, leaving him tense with his ears laying down close to his hair, but not quite flat. Where the Hell was Miesque? He'd already traveled this way once before after her departure. It was here that he'd met that interesting stallion who had openly flirted with him. It had been disturbing, but not enough to deter his mind from remembering what had happened, or how much it hurt when she left. Not even when he'd sidetracked to the nearby lake and met a lovely female was he fully able to keep her from his thoughts. Did she even care? Would he have passed through her thoughts as she'd encompassed his? Was she pregnant? What would she be doing right at this moment, wherever she was?

He threw his head up and snorted abruptly, looking around but seeing nothing to lash out at. No trees, no horses, not even a rodent for him to take out his frustrations on. He halted his forward motion to lift up his forefront in a tense rear, every muscle flexing under his thick, black and white hide. It wasn't enough, even when he kicked out his front legs to lash out at the air before him. Damn her for bringing these unwanted emotions and this ache in a deep, dark place he hadn't even thought existed within him! Zephiathon landed himself harshly, heavy hooves pounding the earth beneath him. A sound much like a snarl escaped him. He shouldn't care so much for a naive little hotblood who'd seemed to leave home just to find someone to pass on her lines. He shouldn't care that their child would be born in the middle of winter and that danger could easily befall both she and the baby between now and then. He really shouldn't care that he wasn't there to protect them! But he'd be damned if he didn't admit, at least to himself, that he did.

And he hated himself for it.

The beautiful, and seemingly delicate, bay sabino mare most likely didn't give two shits less for him, so why did he care so damn much what happened to her? Frustrated, he leaned back on his haunches, bunching the powerful muscles there before catapulting himself forward into a gallop. Slow at first, his massive body soon gained speed with his momentum across the dry flatland. If he could not rid his anger one way, he would release his frustrations through running. Tossing his head to partially clear his vision of his forelock, he charged onward, enjoying the feeling of putting all those thick muscles to use. When he caught his blue gaze searching the realm of the valley for her frame, he could have kicked himself, but settled for pushing himself harder instead. The best thing that Zeph felt he had to look forward to was the coming of the winter season. Autumn had finally passed, and the bright colors in the trees were finally fading. The temperature was beginning to drop more to the massive stallion’s comfort level, and for the first time in his life he both loved and hated it. Loved, because he was built for it and now wouldn’t be so uncomfortable bathing in his own sweat. Hated, because he knew that somewhere out there…. He neighed loud and harsh, cutting his thoughts short.

The painted brute was really beginning to grow tired of this pain of yearning and wondering when he had no clue if she even gave a fuck. Where she was concerned, his usual walls that allowed him not to care about others was crumbling, and he was having the hardest time catching the falling pieces to rebuild it. When his lungs began to burn with the exertion, he slowed back to a walk, huffing angrily as he caught his breath. He was going to find her, damn it, one way or another. She’d mentioned something about the mountains, so his first thought had been to head north to the Kuylin mountains, but he thought to himself that surely she wouldn’t be stupid enough to go there pregnant.. So the next best thing that could pass as mountainous would be.. The Mael, to the east. Fuck, but that was stupid too. Perhaps it would be the best place to birth their child, but Zephiathon knew well the rumors about the stallion who ruled there. He grew steamed just thinking about it. If that brute thought to lay a hand on Miesque, or his baby, there would be hell to pay. Ack, but he wasn’t supposed to care.. Well damn it, he did, and she would learn that! He would just have to find her first…

The miles just keep rollin', as the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated, but I hope that it gets better as we go

VOICE: Gerard Butler, accent and all
SONG/LYRICS: Here Without You by 3 Doors Down
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[EasternMistakexx]

--Kibibi


With a painted out body and face, she rolled easily along the colden parts of the lands. Back to the jungle for her, maybe? Deciding against it was a hard choice but it wouldn't be a permanet stay. Might as well not go at all, right? Only to stay even when it's almost mid like winter? She laughed light heartedly before seeming to glance down to the ground. There was something missing from her still.

Voltair had taken that thing everyone called a heart so dearly. Everyone tells me, "Oh, I'm in love with this horse." Sometimes, I could care less about the thoughts of the other one's thoughts. They might think it's love but it'll be ripped out before they know it. Voltair and I? A nice little story that won't be told today. Today was time for exploring in my next winter here alone. It was going to be cold, long, and dangerous. It was not long before I flicked the gangly silverish tail and moved into a slow gaited trot.

Over the plains, was nothing but dying everything. Well, not everything. But everything that died every winter almost at the same time every year. I yawned, ducking my head low to keep hidden well form the things that rolled around during winter months. Mane flopped along my neck lightly, springing from side to side at times. The heart shaped spot wiggled with rippling muscles, working out to a sweat.

A harsh and painful sounding whine was escaping into the air before I could react. Who and what was it? Blue and brown eyes flicked to the side, listening and trying to look for it before the massive thing popped into sight. Tail flicked as I moved towards them, slowing my gait into a walk. Striding along, I could hear the huffing from him yards away. Without even putting a dip into the space around us, yards spreading us apart, I spoke. "What happened with you?" Eyes rolled up as I finally came only a couple of yards away. It was nothing new to meet yet another bigger stallion than me. Being fifteen hands was nothing new, either. Stretching a socked and flecked leg out, I gave a wry smile. "I'm Kibibi, if you don't mind."

[Xenan]

Thoughts still roiling in his mind, his breathing only just starting to steady, he’d never even noticed the mare trotting over to him. A cool, winter wind was blowing in from the north and as he was heading east, her scent had been blown away from him. Her footfall was light, so he had barely heard them above his lightly labored breaths. It was her voice from a good distance away that stole his attention back from the turmoil brewing inside of him, and had him stopping and turning his neck to peer at her. Black ears planted back against his nape as she spoke. ”What happened with you?” Her question earned a heavy snort from the massive painted brute. ”What do ya mean, what happened with me?” He said, his tones harsh. As if there would be anything wrong with him. Had he been that transparent? He was unhappy, yes, and he supposed that much would have been obvious. It only angered him more, however, that she had caught him in his actions and he hadn’t noticed her. As she neared him, Zeph’s icy blue eyes scanned over her body from behind thick forelock of ebony hue. At once his lids narrowed, the brute having to look down at her from his own height of eighteen hands. How wonderful, he thought, another fucking hotblood. She was gorgeous; there was no denying that. Her pelt was full of unique patterns, but it was the underlying similarities to Miesque that had him practically snarling. Standing just four inches shorter than the other mare, both had that bay base, even if this mare was speckled with roan and more white on her body than the mare he’d grown fond of, and he really didn’t appreciate the reminder. Nares flared as he turned to face this new female, icy blues watching as she extended one of her legs and spoke to introduce herself. ”I’m Kibibi, if you don’t mind.” If he didn’t mind. Bah..

A muscle shuddered over his bulky shoulders, ears still laying flat, and he bared his teeth a little more than necessary when he responded to her. ”Does it look like I mind?” His tone was civil, but full of underlying menace and a deceptive calm. He really wasn’t in the mood to be nice. Zeph generally wasn’t to those he’d just met. Such was just his nature. However, as he eyed the female before him and another cold breeze swept over his heated form, he relaxed some. It really wasn’t fair of him to be so harsh. The mare couldn’t possibly have known he was a stallion on a mission to seek out a mare who’d run off from him after he’d planted his seed within her. It was definitely no one’s fault that he’d grown attached to said mare. Looking away from the colorful fae for a moment off to the west, he took in a deep breath and released it slowly to calm himself some. No one was to blame for his actions but he, himself. Shaking his heavy skull, ears perked up a bit more as he looked back to this mare now known as Kibibi and grunted out his own name, stormy eyes hidden behind thick locks. ”Zephiathon, if you must know.” The addition of his heavy Scottish brogue gave his words a thick accent, though he always made sure to speak clear English, when he paid enough mind to it. When he grew angry enough, he forgot at times, and often cursed in his native Gaelic tongue. Or even spoke an endearment, as he’d done with Miesque. Whether he’d like to admit it or not, the other mare had been his Cariad, which meant darling or sweetheart. Perhaps if he’d told her that, she might have stayed.. Not that he’d gotten much chance.. Remembering this had him pinning his ears back all over again, stamping a forefoot in frustration, glancing again off to the East.

VOICE: Gerard Butler, accent and all
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[EasternMistakexx]

--Kibibi

You can only get to liking a horse so much once in your life time. Sometimes, it takes two times of remeeting them to find out who you really are friends with. Who you are really enemies with. Who don't even matter anymore in your life.

With a sigh, mind slipped past the words, speaking freely and unminded with thoughts still focused on Voltair. You're actin' funny. Mean, crude, asshole-ish, maybe even upset? y'know? What happened with Voltair? What made him snap? There wasn't much of an answer yet, but it was all still the same. Heart drooling for him, him still hard and cold about feelings. The point though, he never acknowledged the feelings ever again. It was once again, another hopeless romance.

His featherings were what caught my attention. Yet again, his hieght was astonishing as well. I had seen taller horses before but he was massive. His mane looked like his own little furry critter on top of him. I chuckled at the thought to myself before straightening back up, flicking an ear eagerly fowards. Zephiathon I whispered, trying out the name in my mouth. What a unique name. His accent made it even more exciting. Eyes lit up, stepping fowards close before bumping his nose lightly. Do it again!

Soon his giant hoof was hitting the ground and I shot backwards, grunting. What's wrong, Zephi- Tongue stuck out a moment before trying it over again, almost forgetting the last bit. Zephiathon I whispered in an almost apologetic voice. The winds were cold, getting chillier through the season, it was hard to the point of breaking each winter anyways. Keeping warm, and such a small body. I laughed, not noticing that my mane was fluffed around all over. I threw my head up, shaking forelock back to place on the right side of my face.

[Xenan]

Watching the fae through thick strands of his heavy forelock, long in every season, icy blue eyes swam with clouds of an angry storm continuously brewing within their depths. He would break at one point or another, and when he did, it wouldn't be pretty. Such instances in his past had never ended well. He well-remembered the blood, the cries. Snorting, he brought his head up another notch, nostrils flaring. And then, the expression in the mare's eyes before him caught his attention. Ears pricked forward as she spoke in a tone that suggested she was almost talking to herself.. not just about him, but about someone else as well. Instantly, his mind began to spin ideas about the bay roan female, painted intricately with white. Tilting his head just the slightest, he let part of his forelock slide off to the side, revealing one glacier-blue eye. His gaze was narrowed with his inspection of her. Perhaps he was acting like an asshole, with good reason. Lips twitched as he contained a snarl. He didn't really like the way this mare was looking at him, scrutinizing. His muscles bunched under her scouring gaze enough that he stomped a heavy rear hoof. When she repeated his name, however, her almost reverent tone had him faltering. Lids narrowed further over already tumultuous eyes, and he flicked his massive two-toned tail in irritation only a moment before the female surprised him by making a sudden move toward him and touched his nose. "Do it again!" What the hell was she talking about? Ears slapping back to his neck, he snorted and lifted his face up and hopefully out of her reach, teeth bared a moment in warning followed by the stamping of his front hoof. He looked away just as she scampered backward. She was keeping him from his goal and he didn't like the distraction. Still, he could have laughed at her reaction if not for the circumstances. And then she was speaking again, asking him what was wrong, and even calling him by a shortened version of his name that he'd only heard once in his lifetime, uttered in a mocking tone by a stallion who had rubbed him the wrong way. But that was his mistake. However, before he had much chance to think it further, she whispered his full name. Her expression was nearly apologetic, so instantly he dropped the subject from his mind, shrugging it off and glancing again off to the east. A biting wind passed over the land, and Zeph closed his eyes to enjoy it, letting it seep through his thick hide. He'd been waiting for winter, and was happy to meet its arrival. He only wished Miesque was there with him. Would she seek his warmth, or enjoy it as much as he? Being such a petite little hotblood, Zeph estimated it would have been the former, but then he didn't know nearly as much about the sabino mare as he wanted to. Eyes snapped open at the realization of his thoughts, but was reprieved of forcing them away when the mare before him suddenly laughed. Gaze returned to her, studying, trying to figure her out. "What's wrong with you, lass?" This was no real answer to her question, but rather than give her the answers she wanted, asking it back to her only seemed like the best option. Besides, she suddenly had him curious. What was wrong with her? Zeph had the feeling something had happened to her as well as something had happened to him. Turnabout was fair play. He would tell her nothing when he knew nothing of her first.

VOICE: Gerard Butler, accent and all
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