Lave}}Turn up the lights.

[EasternMistakexx]

--Kibibi

It was a dark night, a cool breeze blowing against my side. I shivered slightly, quietly murmering encouraging words to myself. There was a long ways to go, this path that led me through. It was quite a foggy night, the warm spring air mixing with the last cool winter chills. I snorted softly, digging hoof after hoof through the chilled dead grass. I smiled, hope twinkling in my eyes.

It was laid before me, after Voltair left, it was just me, and the stars. Another fail at grabbing him to be mine was all to memorable. Voltair had grabbed my trust from the day we met, gaining and gaining every ounce of love I had before flat out leaving. Leaving me there cold, and pained.

A swish of the tail told me it was enough to stop. I was at the edge of the forest, keeping low in the fog as to the predators that came out at night. The moon shone brightly, covering the field of death shining bright. There was nothing to hope for anymore. It was all to familiar. Trust them, love them, they break you.

((Shitty, right? Well.. i tried xD))

[Lavender]

•• DESCANSO.

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His nostrils were sucked into the scent of other equines, his hooves planted firmly in the grassy soil. Descanso hovered over the grasses, his hoofsteps precise and thoughtful, there was always danger lurking in these lands and he didn't feel to comfortable in his environment. The stag roamed cautiously over the surface of Grassy Plains, eyes on his back, ears roaring around to catch any sounds that might encounter danger with them. A fierce snort escaping through his nasal passages in annoyance, his sticky ribbons impeded his visage. Hasty, he shook his head in an attempt to get his sticky mane out of his sight.

The fiery red painted stallion finally came to a halt again. His dark brown eyes observed the area. Meeting a new equine wouldn't hurt. The stallion chuckled and a grin formed around his lips. Especially if it was a mare. Of course, meeting a stallion would be fine, but mares are just a little more... interesting. As the stallion wandered onward, the soft sound of birds singing their songs caressed his ears, silenced all other sounds. He snorted, sending a brisk burst of warm breath into the damp air.

At the edge of the forest he saw a slender figure, a rich colored mare with few colors on her frame. A low whicker was drawn from his maw, and he picked his relaxed jog up once again

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