[Hate]|Love| [There Is No Time To Choose]

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The palomino overo trotted at a steady pace through the lands, picking his way through the mucky landscape. His painted pelt rippled at the movement of his muscles underneath. His nares flared, sending puffs of foggy air out. His bronze eyes stared strait ahead, watching where he leaped. His powerful pillar muscles worked to keep up his fast trot. The speed, the frosty air, it all added up to a free, wild, carefree stallion. The rhythmic pounding of his cloven hooves were glorious as they pounded through the land. His pillars tensed as he slowed to a brisk walk. He smelled the scent of another equine. His kissers parted to let out a meaningful nicker, rather not apologizing, but sensing another was close. His crania tossed nervously, he probally made another bad impression. His forelock bounced wildly as he did. Lyrics rang again, waiting.....[/size]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Itasca
Moving In Slow Motion
How'd You Hit Me So Hard
Coming Apart the Hard Way
How Long Will This Last

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Was it another fool that entered her land. Yes, by the way he was screaming. There was nothing in the world she could want from him. Unless he was something she never expected. Very few times did she find something like that. Only one time had she been for sure. He was her life. He was amazing. They were one. Separation was the part where it all turned fuzzy. He had been all she ever wanted. It wasn't supposed to be like that. She had now shoved that down into a small corner of her body. He would always be with her no matter what. She now reburied him. She had another problem on her hands. Ad he realized why this land was quiet? This was all for relaxation not to run around like a fool screaming every ten seconds. She quickly stocked him and Hissed in a full rudeness Who so you think you are coming in My land Like that. Show some respect why don't you!


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The palomino overo dipped his head.

"Yes madame, I have no intentions to pursue such an action. I was just going for a mid-day trot, and I happened to wonder here. I apologize of my actions, which were not the brightest I have done. I apologize madame."

His crania lowered again, showing respect. His bronze optics looked over the chestnut. Pretty good, although he noticed her weary optics, her sad aura, her weary expression. He looked over her again. He knew, she was hiding something devastating her, and he knew she was still probally suppressing the world like he saw his sire do. His concerning optics stared into her lovely brown pools. But his optics went deeper than just her outside. He saw her heart was broken, he saw her sadness. He returned his attention to her face, a understanding look covered his face, he knew she knew that he knew.....[/color][/size]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

She gazed into his optics as if to see through this supposedly friendly figure. When she did, she only found hurt. As if he read her mind. The pain it inflicted on her made her scowl. This was not supposed to come surfaced. She flung her head hard to the right. Her for-dreads flopped over against er eyes. So...? Your still here. She hoped the first words would hit him hard. She was not to open to the idea that he knew what had happened to her. But whatever he saw wasn't the whole deal. There was much more deep in nooks and crannys. These memories wouldn't ever be revisited. You didn't even tell me your name!






low museee

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The mind-reader didn't flinch at the words. Bronze optics stared at her, knowingly.

"Yes. Indeed I am still here." he shot back. "Indeed I didn't. Apoligies madame. Curse me Jentry." he cocked his cranium, "I would like to join your cult, ma'm." he pursued his actions carefully, he knew this type.

The mind-reding paint pursued his actions again. His bronze optics stared at her, seeing lost, fear and wearyness. But then, there was thick coat of hate. That was new, and was just a cover up. Optics dug deeper, found the name of Faran.

Jentry stopped, and pulled out of her mind. That must have been exhasting her, as it was for him. He moved his pillars in the snow, bringing them each up to his chesty and warmig them, one at a time. As he waited for her answer, he looked at her beauty.......

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Itasca wasn't surprised by his words. Most wanted to be in her cult for beauty purposes. Once accepted, they would flaunt it all over the lithosphere. She exhailed a short burst of energy from her nuzzle. She wasn't going to be mean right now. So why not? She could always kick him out. No problem. Fine... But Don't try anything Funny. And Please.. enough of your creepy Mind reading stuff. She looked at the bi-colored figure.. She sighed. It would be nice to have some stable company. She glared at him warning him to knock it off. She didn't want him scaring anyone else who came. She could feel hi searching in her. It sent a creepy sensation over her as well as sadness. She hated revisiting the past.

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The paint sighed. Time to tell....

"I'm sorry madame for what I have done. That wasn't supposed to happen..... I thank you so much." he laughed. "Sorry for being so lightish, first empression counts majorly. Oh, and would you mind If I got some members for the herd?"

Even mind-readers knew that leads always had rule over everyone. His cranium nodded respectfully, although he shouldn't really. Mind-readers should be atop of alphas. They could do some serious damage to other rivals. Most of them wouldn't dare mess with him...

[Itasca[Tazz]]

She looked deep into his eyes. She was very careful to think her thoughts out. Random words crossed her mind, hoping to confuse him if he decided to intrude again. If You wish. Why did you Choose this Land and not any others? She was very curious in him. She had never seen mango mixed with porcline before, it was rather quite intriguing to her. She was interested in him, Not for his powers or anything. She could care less about his powers.

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The stag's bronze softened, gazing at her

"I.. I... Followed my mind. It told me.. To come here..."

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He turned around cautiously, and pawed at the snowy ground. His hoove uncovered some drenched foilage. He stomped it, and turned around to her...[/color][/size]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Itasca optics scanned the figure. He didn't look sick. He wasn't sick, was she sick? Itasca through her tiara in an uncertainty matter. She knew she wasn't crazy. She knew what she heard was correct. She wasn't going to second guess herself. She sighed heavily. her brow raised. So, My land called you? her lyrics hissed with curiosity. She was still uncertain of this figure, but she got this sense of friendlyness from from him. Obviously he couldn't be that bad. She was poite adn gentle. He didn't demand much. Itasca kept on second guessing herself about this figure. She smiled politely. She wouldn't want to go scaring off her company would she now.

Or would she?

[.r e e d.]

The paint paused.

"No...."

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he looked at her, his bronze gaze met her brown one. He left a dramtic pause....

"You did.."

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[Itasca[Tazz]]

Itasca

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Itasca scowled. Was this a Joke? Was he some stocker she didn't know about and he was terrorizing her about Faran? Really, this wasn't funny. It was a wise move of him to back up. Let the air hit her. Maybe it will cool her off. Well, it still wasn't working. Itasca optics grew cold. Never did they leave his gaze. Itasca flared her nortrils letting the anger seep out in carbon and come back in oxygen. Yet again another cooling down act, a cleansing one at that. Is This a Joke? She whispered through her scisrors. She realized that he could already read her mind so it didn't matter. This was not a fun game for her. And how did I do that. Please tell me I am honestly dieing to know
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