free. [@last] ~ Dream

[sibber-chow]

Indukala had wanted to leave her herd lands for quite the while now; she no longer felt at home there. She felt the way she had long ago, back before she joined Liberta. The mare never saw anyone in her herd anymore, so what was the point in being in one? Now, she was back to being a loner, having left word with the ravens to inform Lassan of her departure.

The Spanish Mustang cantered along the shore lines of Spiagga Del Nord, sweat glistening over her inherited muscles. Finally, after a good hour of running, the mare came to a halt. The horizon was setting into dusk and it was now time that the dun spend her first night alone in quite the while. The wild mare was back, back to her freedom, with the herd life behind her… would she even remember how to survive out here? Her nostrils flared at the idea, head shooting up. Her bodice soon followed suit, rearing with her legs flailing into the air wildly. FREEDOM!

[Dreambig]

Wandering, the painted stag changed pace through the hills and plains, constantly stopping to taste the air for any scent of a lone mare around the parts. So far, he had had no luck. Nares flared, and auds pricked, Ruin contiuned through the land, now making his way into a new territory, a place he would later learn to be called 'Spiagga Del Nord', the north beach. Perhaps here, he could find the startering mares for his herd.

Roan and ivory figure changed his pace to a steady trot, covering the ground rather quickly. Pale blue jewels looked around, and at long last, he spotted a lone mare. A dun, perhaps a mustang of some sort? He chuckled slightly to himself, he watched as the mare reared, obviously enjoying freedom, perhaps she had been a capitavted horse before. No matter, she was a mare, and she could concieve.

Ruin faked a smile that would seem as real as any as he approached the mare, "Hello, miss. I am Ruin, you are?" he asked, once the mare had settled.

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[sibber-chow]

Indukala

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THE MARE FLUNG HER CROWN BACK iNTO THE AiR AS SHE SAW THE HELLiON APPROACHiNG HER. HER NOSTRiLS QUiVERED AS HOOVES DANCED ANXiOUSLY IN THE HOT SAND BENEATH THEM. iNDUKALA BACKED UP AS HE SPOKE, HER DEEP BROWN POOLS STARiNG HiM DOWN. AT FiRST, SHE LOOKED LiKE SHE MiGHT TAKE HEEL AND RUN, AND SHE WAS STRONGLY CONSiDERING DOiNG JUST THAT. HOWEVER, SOMETHiNG KEPT HER iN PLACE. SNORTiNG, HER CROWN LOWERED SLiGHTLY, EARS TiGHT AGAiNST HER SKULL. “iNDUKALA… WHAT DO YOU WANT?” SO, SHE WAS A LiTTLE BLUNT. BUT, SHE HADN’T REALLY BEEN AROUND OTHER EQUiNES iN A WHiLE, AS AFOREMENTiONED.

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Who and whats to blame?
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train.

iNSPiRATiON; [crazy train] [by ozzy osbourne]
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