A Time of Greiving and Sadness. Madness.

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Amorette
The love I never had.


The tanned pelt of Amorette held a fair amount of warmth, and even with snow gently falling on her back, she trotted carelessly forth. Nothing could be heard but the footfalls of her dainty hooves, and the thick, salty water of the ocean moving in and out. Her amber orbs glued to the sand bellow her, and nothing seemed to be out of place; besides the death of Whitefoot. It seemed like nothing could go on without him. And even having a sliver of a chance that he lived, she found no use in holding her hopes for such a certain disapointment.

As time went by, so did the scenery. She was positive that she was no longer in Fiana's lands, but there was no indication of where she was. What would she do when she got back to her home? When he was alive, it didn't matter that they hardly saw eachother. Whenever they met, their interactions were so touching that they could last till the next visit. And the foal. Her wishes of being a mother were nowhere to be seen. Unless she bred and lied that it was Whitefoot's offspring. But this young essa was to nobel to think of such disgrace.

Her petite form ate up the land infront of her like a carefree puppy mixed with a thoughtless owner. Evidently the poor animal would be brought to the conclusion of a sick stomache. Thus, nausea soon overtook her, and although a horse can not vomit, this one felt the need to. She suddenly haulted, and looked around, dizzy. It was probobly the grave news that had made her this way. But with each passing moment, the feeling grew stronger. Legs buckled, and Amorette fell on the moist ground. Unconscious she was. Now if only she could stay this way: Forever.

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Itasca
I Am So Lonley
I Have Nobody
For My Own
Be With Me Now

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Itasca fell silent as she looked upon the lands. She traveled away from her coven to explore and get a run down on how things aside her land were going. She raised her mug heavenward to seek company of any sorts. Small soft crystals fell from heaven, covering the ground as they came. Itasca was well adapted to this weather with new new pelt that grew when the leaves started to fall. She heaved a sigh from her velvet nuzzle sucking in the cold air. It was almost a shock to her lungs, but she was used to it. She missed those hot heated summer days were warmth was nothing to be concerned about.

When she finally made her way to the beach, she recognized where she was at. She was at Spiagga Del Nord. She knew this place from when she just arrived here. It was a nice welcoming beach with many promises to be untold. She looked to her right seeing a figure lay on the ground. This was not right, Rarely do Equines sleep on the ground. That was only when they were in a herd and felt protected. Itasca's optics searched the ground for others around. There were none. Itasca quicken her pace o see if she was alright. When Itasca got there, she saw the vixen laying with her eyes closed. Death ran through her mind, but that was over ruled when she saw her start to breath. Good, that was a good sing. She wondered why this lone essa was unconscious. She stood right behind her. Her softy velvety nuzzle stroked the figure in hopes she would soon open her lids and become part of this world again.
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While unconscious, she had a dream. It was the sort of thing you could try to forget, but would always come back to haunt you. In it, she was galloping upon this same beach. She had been trying to get away from everything, like in reality. Only, in the distance she could see something. Dagger's fiercely pushed against the sand, and as she came closer, the form became what she had feared the most. Her nightmares forced her to confront what she had been trying to keep off her mind. When you try not to think of someone or soemthing, it always seems to come up in your dreams. And even when you try not to think of that someone, you actually are, by trying not too. So obviously, while in Fiana's lands she had been trying to escape the thoughts of Whitefoot. They had chased her down and found a crack in the cement by being in her dreams. At this point, she was certain that is was her mate laying limp on the frostbitten ground. As much as she struggled to turn around and run off, her feet were motionless. The sand engulfed her hooves, and everything besides Whitefoot, became blurry.


Some time had passed when Amorette began to gain control over her senses. The sense of touch was the first to function properly. Then after her sight came back, and quickly stood up. An essa had been stroking her, which was quite the alarm after having such a nightmare. The tawny vix side stepped, trying to make out what had happened after she became nausious. With a loud snort, she spoke. "Beware, vix." Her voice could not have been more pathetic. It was exactly what she hadn't been trying for. Her lyrics were more of a whisper, and each sylable trembeled.