.//The Outlands

[camino]

"Masquarde, when I first saw you...I knew. And I don't thnk my feeling for you will ever go away. But...Living under Quixtant's rules may be to much for me. I'm almost afraid to speak one wrong word."
"You have plenty mares already. From here, all different mares. But I'm not going to be your toy, Masquarde. I'm turning myself in to Terra De Rocas. There will be hope for me, and a bit of freedom there."

The brindle mare thought of the time that she had left her so called love, again and again, everytime it hurt her more. But he had Jeannie, a sick dirty mare.

Sometimes Rosabella felt stupid. She had 'Massy' rapped around her little finger, even Jeannie said so, but she left him. Even she wasn't sure why. All she could come up with was "She lost herself".

"Masquarde" She whispered. I wish you where hear, and I wish this was a valley." She whsipered. The valley. How many times they had stood and just flirted in the valley. How she missed it so much. But if all that entire could do was flirt and breed, she knew it was right to leave. Even if it hurt.

[sibber-chow]

Anil was a little surprised to see the brindle trudging around the outlands. He had heard Fiana say that she could stay, but he was surprised she had. As he approached her from off one of Rocas many plateaus, his ears were low. It was not that he saw her as a threat; he just did not know what to expect. His gait quickened until he was a few meters from the lovely essa. His head was cocked slightly, assessing her condition. She seemed morbid, but not hurt. Why was she here? And, what had she done that made Fiana damn her to the outlands? He had not been around when Rosabella was chased from Terra de Rocas for her rebellious actions.

“May I ask what it is that got you on Fiana’s bad side?” He queried rather casually. He had never seens his Lead condemn another horse. Fiana was usually an even-tempered horse, perfectly calm, emotionless even. Anil, on the other hand, had trouble hiding his emotions. Therefore, an honest expression of curiousity perplexed his façade.

[camino]

Rosabella

All it takes
is a point of light
a ray of hope
in the darkest night
if you see what's wrong
and you try to make it right
You will be a point of light

The pretty brindle pinned her ears, her teeth bared, until she saw who it was. She loosened, lost her stiff figure and bared teeth, and looked away. Her eyes burned, her ears went back. "I killed a few birds, and all. Then I ran all over Isola Dei Dei just trying to find somewhere where I truley belong, and where the equines understand me. There is no place like that here, so I came back. I had no reason to keep traveling anymore." She said, her eyes still burning and her ears still pinned.

Her eyes rested, and her eyes perked forward with intreast. Her brindle coat looked dark in the forest. She stood up straight and tall, and smirked. "Why?".

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[sibber-chow]

The steed seemed to think over her response for a moment before giving a quiet nod. He could understand why Fiana might not be too happy for one of her members to kill birds. Afterall, they were in treaty with some rather helpful fowl. He wasn’t going to hold it against Rosabella though. For one, he didn’t know the whole story. Secondly, Fiana seemed to at least forgive the mare enough to let her stay in the territory.

He seemed to be considering what to say next, his orbs steadily gazing upward at the trees. Anil wasn’t much of a conversationalist. In fact, it was a little surprising to himself that he had approached the vixen. At the same time, he was a curious guy, and he had to know! Though, he hadn’t been entirely pleased with the response. Perhaps he was hoping for some epic tale full of action and adventure? This made him chuckle slightly, a deep sound, almost too hoarse to be considered laughter – it sounded more like he was taking heavy breaths.

The chortle only deepened, noticeably starting to sound like actual laughter, as his orbs met a few ravens in the trees above. The birds’ beady gaze was set on Rosabella with a certain tension; it brought him back to her story. And, it would be too hard to say their apprehension wasn’t funny. One of the ebony creatures scowled before taking off in flight. This made Anil’s muscles suddenly tense. He had not meant to upset the creature. With a quick huff, all of his joy seemed to fade.

It wasn’t until the pretty brindle spoke again that he relaxed. Why? He tilted his head as his eyes focused on the mare once more. His face folded back into a calm demeanor, a small smirk etching his lips. “Well, I was wondering if you might be a prospective warrior,” this part was very true. “And, with such an epic tale of your defeat on those birds,” okay, now he was teasing a bit, ”well, you must be a worthy fighter!” To keep her from taking his jesting as sincere ridicule, he tapped her chest with his snout, almost like a human might playfully punch another.

[camino]

The brindle smiled. Warrior? This colt was making fun of her, his buckskin pelt tense, his eyes beady and bright. She stomped her hoof, and pinned her ears. She thought back to Masquarde, but shook her head and sighed.

"Fiana would be foolish to appoint me as a Warrior. I might accidently kill my own herd members." She said, jsut as jokingly, not seeming to mind she was in a forest so dense that there was little room to move, and the only body of water she ahd seen was so dry, that it was almost undrinkable. She had company, and the buckskin was making the time move quicker.

"So you think a tap is worth my time? More like a bite. Here, like this-" she reached out to playfully nip his shoulder, before realizing what playful nonsense she was getting into. Charcoal colored mane whisped back as she jolted back, out of reach. "But I think little colts are easier to beat up then sparrows. There as agile as a cross-eyed Armadillo!" she taunted, trying to work him up. I guess Rosabella, "The Sparrowkiller", had some playfullness in her heart after all.

[sibber-chow]

The buckskin tossed his crown as the brindle nipped at his shoulder. The bulky ‘stang lifted his bodice into the air, his legs tossing in the air. His large form landed with a thud, a thingyy smirk arched upon velvety kissers. Lunging towards her, he barely missed, his body touching hers as he passed her by. He halted when he was behind her by a meter, dirt hitting the air in a cloud.

A coarse chuckle hit the air as he lurched his neck out to nip at the base of her tail. After clutching a mouthful of her tail, he tugged on the tresses playfully. “Oh really, should we test your theory,” he chirped, dropping her tail. He found his bodice moving once more -- the powerhouse of an equine was cantering into the dense forestry. However, his venture was short-lived as he saw a black figure intruding his path. Once again, the stallion skidded to a halt.

“F-Fiana,” he greeted the ebony vixen before him with slight shock.

Fiana nodded her crown, “Anil,” though she seemed somewhat distracted, looking into the forestry behind the buckskin steed. She knew Rosabella was there, and that was just the equine she needed to speak through. The mare did not have her spawn with her, so her visit would be as short-lived as Anil’s previous romp.

OoC|| Sorry about the wait for this reply. blah.

[camino]

[[That's OK. I've been uber busy to. My posts may be abit late, to.]]

The brindle mare almost broke a laugh as Anil played around like a too-young colt. But still, she wondered why he was here. After all, she was an outsider with no true home. A very confused mare she was. So why did he talk to her without fear in his eyes? Was he different? No. Rosa could never let herself believe that. Not again.

Her hooves planted firmly, almost hidden by the thick brush that rose and curled like headless serpents, green and thick. The ground felt wet from fresh rainfall, and the distinct drops of rain, almost dried, remained on her coat. Her ears flicked as Anil went behind her. Oh, great, a rapist She thought at first, until he began playing with her tail. Wow, he sure was one weird horse. But, in an OK way...

Wheeling around to get him back, her reaction had been to delayed, and the yellow mass was already wheeling his way out. Springing forward, using her legs as pistons, she flew over thick roots and weaved through trees, her head level with her body. Anil's sudden halt startled her, and she halted, to, only inches away from Anil's rump. At first, she wondered what was up, until she saw a large black mare. Oh, shit! She thought frantically. Was she in trouble?

She barely cared if Anil was going to get told. But she knew very well they both just couldn't risk it. She backed up, her back hooves tangled in roots. With her hooves tangled, she lost balence and fell back, right on her fat rump. Laying her ears back in embaressment, she stood up.

"Hello, miss Fiana..." She uttered, hardly loud enough to hear. "Sorry. I knew screwing around was dum, just pushing luck for an exiled mare like me." In respect, she lowered her head, but slowly rose her eyes to look at Fiana and Anil, waiting like a kid to be hit by her drunken father.

[sibber-chow]

The stallion averted his gaze back to Rosabella as it became clear that that was who Fiana was looking at. Clearly, Fiana looked to speak to Rosabella alone, however he did not leave. He knew that if Rosabella was to get in trouble, it was just as much his fault as hers for their interactions.

Both could not have been more wrong though, instead Fiana was here with good news for the brindle. Tilting her head as the mare fell back onto her rump, Fiana then listened to what the mare had to say. When she was done, Fiana cleared her throat, tapping the brindle’s crest with her maw with a simple command, “rise.” After collecting her thoughts for a moment, the ebony continued. “I am not here to scold either of you. We have other trifles to worry about. The Zunden are on the rise, and our herd is first on the hitlist. Rosabella,” she turned towards the mare once more “I am here to request you to join in the normal ranks. I will decide your official rank at a herd meeting that will soon be held. As you were,” she snorted the last part, a heavy burden obviously on her shoulders. Her words were not as prideful as they once had been, neither was her poise all there. Turning from the two, the ebony was gone as quickly as she had come.

Anil sighed with slight relief. He recovered from the action with a sly glance towards his brindle friend. “Smooth,” he was obviously referring to her fall. With a joking smirk still planted on his kissers, the stallion trotted a few steps ahead. “Now that you can venture upon the higher regions, would you like to join me on one of the plateaus for some… suitable eats?”

[camino]

Because everyone wants to know there not alone.. there's gotta be someone for me out there.

Rosabella nodded at the ebony mare. The fire herd? The pathetic Zundens? There was no need to worry. Those equines never got along, not now and not ever. They wouldn't be very organized in war. Terra De Rocas had the best chance. They where the strongest herd, as Fiana picked her members by strength and temperment, not just because she sees a lone mare/stallion and grabs them. She was glad that she was granted her freedom. Her brindled coat twitched in what sunlight shared through the small holes in the canopies. She glanced at Anil, and finally felt some sense of freedom with him standing there. She nudged him and smiled.

She picked up a canter, weaving skillyfullt through the trees. Maybe she didn't have to do it on her own anymore. Maybe he had a real friend. Looking back, she neighed. "C'mon, Anil!" She said, her tail out like a banner. Her hooves grazed the ground just barely. Her neck arched. Freedom......

Good bye, Masquarde. She doesn't need your memory anymore. She's free.

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[sibber-chow]

Anil smiled at Rosabella’s reaction, watching the pride that seemed to beam through her. He was not exactly sure why she was so happy, but he was just glad to see her in a better mood than when she first arrived to Terra de Rocas. It kind of startled the stallion to realize he was so happy for her, but then again, he had always been a light-hearted guy.

Suddenly the mare raced past him and instinct kicked in leaving Anil to burst into a sprint. The stallion followed in the mare’s direct steps, his poise imitating her form. As he raced behind her, mindlessly swerving around the dense forestry, his thoughts were preoccupied with the news that Fiana had brought. Unlike Rosabella, he was not the least bit confident about the ensuing battle. He knew little of the Zunden, but he did know his herd was strong. Fiana may not be a favored leader by everyone, but she seemed to know what she was doing, and Anil would risk his life to see to it that the herd remained safe.