~`The Hiding Rose`~

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Rose has traveled for quite some time, visiting the Terra Scure, Cascata Più Forrest, and Spiagga Del Nord, but she avoided the Belle Valle. She knew Hollow would look for her there, if he was looking. It must of been about a week since she left Terra Delle Liberta and Hollow. She missed him dearly, but she did not want to hurt him no more, like she felt like she did that day. The mare's cold icy shield was up, though she just wanted to jump it, curl up on the ground and cry until she died. She felt like she had caused this to be much more worse, but she also felt that this was for the best. So that she may not hurt him. The mare sighed, closing her eyes. She let the cold eyes reopen as she looked at her surroundings. The Cerchi Di Avversione. She knew it was forbidden land, but she hoped Hollow wouldn't come here, or even think of crossing into the Avversione, even though her scent would be the strongest here. She told her self that it was the best to stay here. That maybe if he saw that she crossed this area that most equines, her mainly never wanting to be here, had came here understand that she doesn't want to hurt him. She stood alone as she now took in her surroundings. She looked up to see the peek of the mountain touching the sky, through long been dead branches of trees. She sighed. She knew she suck out like a sore thumb in this dark, dreary land. She started to walk, heading up the mountain. The further in land she was, the less chance Hollow would probably enter the land. She felt how dark this land was, and understood why now it was deemed forbidden. She felt the skin and muscles of her frame twitch uncomfortably, but she must bare with it, so she's may hide until maybe when Hollow's search, if he was, would fall to it's end.

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[bg=#FF9900] Life was a seemingly fragile, as if it, in itself, was suspended a thousand feet in the air, walking upon a thread, watching the world unfold below as well as muttering a silent pray to chosen faceless god that it would not fall. Yet, life knows that it is also cruel, to others as well as itself. So, life decides the next motion with a charming smile. With a carefully measured step, the tightrope is abandoned...and the decent is made. Was the stallion lying to himself nowadays? No. That would be a fruitless venture for someone who was merely trying to find something he had lost. Sleepless nights were his measure, his calling, as he ventured forth to search. She was running out of places to hide from him...and her time had finally come. Would he find a corpse waiting for him at the end of this road? If that was what it came down upon, Hollow had a plan. Cheers. Think happy thoughts, my dears. Each elongated stride caught the chancing natures of dusting fields, a wheezing breath upon the ashen breeze, something the paint was immune to. Noticing precious little about anything surrounding this scene, he pressed onward without expression. He promised himself he would journey to the end to find the one he loved, and that had become his reality, purpose. The icy rose would never slip from his fingers without retrieval. Too much beauty would be wasted upon the dead. He would carry her form to the end, with or without her consent. Yet, that was a lie. If she denied him the love she had seemingly forsaken, the plan before came once more into contact. Truth never had its limits. Footfalls pressed easily into the craters created by other equines as he followed blindly her scent. Rose. His dearest Rose. He was a monster without her. Scared of My Shadow's beautiful cremello pelting was splattering distastefully with crimson that was not his own. Many a stag, young ones at that, challenged him in this place, but he was not in temperament to take anything sinister in intention lightly. Wicked smirk curved into features before once more falling completely. You're only purpose to find the one you love. Fool. You gave her your heart, ripped it from your chest sputtering and bleeding...and she had ran with it. No. Do not listen. You cannot understand. Everything is beyond itself, a calling unanswered by reason. If she denied him love....he would deny himself life. Why? Punishment for himself was due. For he would never touch her in harm.

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(*Giggles* ENTER NEW PLAYER: Insanity! Sorry, I feel that he needs to have a mutual relation in this post. Just to get Hollow really ticked off. XD I dunno why I want to mess with him so....)

~`The Insanity Within`~

Insanity was walking in a place he called him, though he didn't claim the land like a normal stallion. He stood in the thinned snow, his real lips suck in a frown. He was hunting for his target. A mare to toy with, or something to....Kill. Just straight out kill. He felt so ready to kill something. His muscles beneath his fur and skin screamed. They joined in the chaotic chorus of his sick demented mind. They want to stretch and burn with the enjoyment of his killing or his toying. He sighed silently as he moved on. He walked of a slight ridge in the mountain as he spotted something bright hues of pinks and reds. When he focused with the yellow-orange eyes that reminded many of bloody gold, he say a horse, pink. The color though didn't through him off. It just made the horse all the better to target, his lips curling up in a wicked smile. His eyes honed down on horse, easily seeing it was a mere young mare. He stared at her, the great sadistic mind working out how he treat this one.

~`Ice Rose`~

Rose stood still now as she began to feel eyes on her. Though her icy form underneath her skin and muscles held her to kept her face serious looking, she felt fear inside herself well up and whirl though out herself. She shook her head, her two toned mane flowing to the movement of her hard messily. She walked forward, cautiously, but told herself not to act suspicious. She couldn't do that. Usually acknowledgment causes a worse case scenario. The situation could go down hill from that. She snorted to herself, as she now picked up her pace, keeping her head low, tail carried like she was no arabian. She kept her eyes forward on the snow.

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[bg=#FF9900] Scorched flesh. The suffocating arrival of scent coated him as if in drenched blanketing, constricting each new breath as if it in itself was a curse to the world surrounding. The massive framed stallion topped the cracked edgings of ridge with abandon, when his blue oculars caught the sight in which they never would accept shall he spend the rest of eternity replaying this silent frame in mind. Blood rushed to fill his ears, the mere hinting of the nature of scene allowing each sense to double as well as crumble as a streak of white hot rage crawled under his skin. Everything around him was shadow, no hues or colors daring to touch this picture. Scared of My Shadow reared back, eyes wild with blinding hatred as legs pawed the air, slicing it to shreds as lips pulled back across maw. A blood-curdling squeal shattered the self-created silence, wind rising to whip away his long mane. No! NO! The word cut deeply through his mind, as he lunged forth with all the strength gathered, nostrils drinking deeply the wind as head raised to the heavens. Another ringing squeal wretched from his vocal chords just as the stag pounded across the terrain, frenzied as he knew the look mirrored in the other stallion's orbs. Insanity. Flames seemed to rush across his iris as he leaped through the air, teeth aimed keenly for the stag's tender flesh of throat. Rose. His jaws shut with a finality as a crack occurred through the air, causing all of his senses to rush back into his mind with a sudden force. The world swept Hollow up in it's current, as time shattered into pieces.The mare he loved so much was so far away from him at this moment. Paces. Spaces. Yet this seemed like a fitting form of suicide. See this, my dear? I will rip my heart to pieces, rip my pelt to shreds, and protect you till my breath...no matter how hard I hurt myself. When you go, would you even turn to say....I don't love you like I did yesterday.

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~`The Insanity Within`~
Insanity's eyes glared over at the stallion who now offered him opposition. His bloody gold eyes flickered in confusion. The stallion offered a new sense of what he wanted. But he had a plan for the pink mare and not this oddly painted stallion. Insanity back away from the stallion as the insane eyes began to judge what how he would want to kill this one. He felt the teeth though graze at the neck of him, and the young stallion squealed , ears flicking back as now the insanity in the eyes grew to greater portions. He snorted as now he had no time to plan his kill. He only had time to react. Insanity flung forward at the more massive stallion, teeth bared and legs kicking out towards the other. His eyes burned intently to the other, glaring.

~`Ice Rose`~
Rose heard something that was back were she felt the eyes on her. Her own curiosity got the best of her, though she should of moved forward. She walked back to see what was the grand fuss. She never heard squeals like so, and when she came up on the scene, she felt horror grow inside of her. Hollow was hot on her trail, like she figured, but the stallion she saw before her was different than the one she knew. His beautiful coat of varied ivorys and golds was stained, and he was acting out worse. The aggression of him was so much worse as she could see. She didn't dare look at the other stallion, probably because she did not worry about him. She felt the ice barrier in her shatter inside her as she watched her love begin to fight. She squealed loudly, but she felt her legs weakly wobble to support her weight. She felt her legs wanting to give way to her weight. Her eyes pinched closed as she felt tears suddenly begin to fall again, down her cheeks. 'Please, stop!' She thought loudly, though she was sure it was only a thought that stayed in her head.

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[bg=#FF9900] Fireworks exploded across his pelting in waking shivers as the brute before him, of much lesser stature than himself, moved to return the assault with just as much brutality as Hollow himself offered forth. Keen oculars where quick to determine that the stallion was young, as well as broken in mind, just by the depths of his intense glare. The sharp hooves grazed across his flesh, breaking little skin as the shards rose, making the cremello check himself. Nostrils flared as sparks danced across his icy iris, ears flattened against dished cranium as another squeal tore from his ruined throat. Being of his pedigree, he could take hits like a Freisian, dance like an Arabian, and box like a Hanoverian. Though raised by human hands, or in the shortest extent of, it was something of arcane nature that the stag knew how to fight at all. Yet, he was quite experienced in the arts. He feinted several times, dodging the ill-aimed hooves of the stag attacking him. Then, a clear noise rang out from the self-absorbed moment. Rose. Her voice sent daggers into the innermost chambers of his captive heart, making sweat bead to the surface of his vibrant pelting. One glance could mean his end, and the stallion himself knew this. Once little look at her could end it all. Focus was shifting, swiftly, but he reined himself back to the fight. No. If he was knocked out, the brute would go after her next. Taking a hit to the chest by the flying hooves, Scared of My Shadow staggered but then pounced, aim true for the odd pelted stag's legs. If he could get his legs out from under him, it would buy Hollow some time. As this second occurred, audios erupted from his maw in simple circumstance. Calling to the mare that he was doing this for her. God be damned if he died.

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~`The Insanity Within`~

Insanity eyes widen as he felt his one leg caught in the fight to ensure his legs wouldn't be caught. He squealed, and tried rearing back, but he realized his mistake here. He knew if that stallion before him was smart, he'd let go of the leg, let the smaller him go, and watch him fly back wards. And he knew that could at least knock him out, and it could be the end of him, if the stallion decided to kill this insane creature. He wasn't exactly going to let that happen, but it was hard trying to fight for his balance and trying to get the stallion to let go of his leg so he could continue to fight. Insanity's free leg struck out to smack the other stallion, but getting the angle would be impossible. The stallion was still suspended upwards because of gravity, and he waited to be let go with a failing leg towards the other stallion's face as he tried to get him self back forward.

~`Ice Rose`~

Rose stood there, quietly, eyes close was she heard the on going fight. She wished she could make it all stop. Just stop it. She refused to look at the horror of fighting. Before she met Hollow, she could watch a fight and not be interested, but this fight was interesting in a bad way. It had her love there. In the fight. She felt her legs give way beneath her though. She wanted to scream, jump in the middle and make the madness stop, but it wasn't stopping, and she was down on the ground. Somehow, she felt pain, though she wasn't getting attack what so ever. Not physically, but mentally. 'What if he doesn't make it, and what if he does? If I lose him completely, I'm done, I'm through. But he came looking for me, but what if he doesn't want me back after what I did do to him?' So many more questions ran through her, and they hurt, think the possibilities of why he was here, and such. She could feel the tears fall faster down her face, and she was sure if she would stop, like this fight.

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[bg=#FF9900] Pain. Oh, there was no pain equal to that of a breaking heart! A broken heart was more than just a scar upon the mental fixtures of an equine, especially one with so much faith in a single other. Scared of My Shadow had never before cared for anything other than the well-being of himself, a practiced actor in the acts of empathy. That all shattered when Rose was introduced, and once more he was slipping away from all he was. Or was that self the truth? The hoofprints left with lingering burn upon his silken pelt meant close to nothing, for the shattering of his soul was more catching than any single wound. The little stallion could pummel him with all that he had, but Hollow would never die. Not yet. There was a purpose to all of this. As the plan settled into the confines of his withering mind, he knew that he had to act, and stop completely this act of prolonging what was inevitable to himself. With as much force as the jaws could enforce at the angle they were withstanding, Hollow snapped his teeth shut, and twisted his entire body upward. The tension upon his own muscles was straining, causing a lost of breath as ribs constricted with the odd, as well as sudden swiftness, of such a movement. Without the fragmented plead of a pause between this action and the next, Hollow released the other from the cage built by his jowls, and sprung back.

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~`The Insanity Within`~

Insanity eyes widen was he felt himself go backwards, in pain, though the pain he felt in his leg did not bother him. Behind him was the small ridge, and felt his weight of his body slip on the snow, causing him to just glance the rocks of the ridge. But it was still enough to knock him out. Her felt the pain, but that all died as he lied in the snow now, still. He knew he wasn't conscience, but in the blackness of his lids, he promised himself, her would not let himself get out witted like that ever again. His physical being, with it's injured leg that would prove walking difficult and the small slice above were a head band of a bride would sit bleed little, his lungs barely show he was breathing outside his body, though he knew he still was getting air.

~`Ice Rose`~

Rose stayed collapsed to the snow. She wasn't going to open her eyes. She refused, even though the silence screamed that the fight was over. She did not see the outcome or anything. She didn't want to see it. Her eye lids held tight even though tears still spilled over and across her pelted face. She listened to the silence. She hoped Hollow was okay, she hoped he could forgive her, but her refusal to even see the happenings ensured she had no clue if he was still standing, unlike her. She stayed down, about ready to hide her face into the snow.

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[bg=#FF9900] Soundlessness seeped whimsically into the pores between the illusion of bloodied hide as the massive framed stallion assured himself that the brute before him was, just as he wished it to be, fitfully inapt to farther the venture he had wished to carry out upon Ice Rose. Bracingly, Hollow turned himself with the tension mounting, blue oculars catching her form crumpled into the frozen folds of snow. It was enough for Scared of My Shadow to stride out upon the barrens lands with his eye trained keenly to her shriveling form. At last. Ears rang with the quality of masking white noise, as well as the struggling beats of his own footfalls resounding back to embrace form. Each fateful second caught him by surprise, as if he himself were waiting to be jarred awake by this dreaming. No matter how cold it all may seem, how real the demons had always been... Exhaling with small composure, the cremello paint gathered himself to a silent stop by her side, watery blue gaze down upon her as tongue struggled to convey a simple message that had been in mind for many a day now. For numberless moments he had thought of what to say to the only equine he held dear to him, the one who had spirited away his heart. Now, it was all frozen in his throat without the chance of thawing. It all came down to an action as the shadow of his form cast over his brilliant pelting. Exactly how he remembered it, this plaguing phantom a mirror imagine of what he wanted now more than ever. With elongated fashion, the velveteen muzzle caressed the line of her mane, tracing from her petaled ears to the gentle slope of her withers as if to assure himself that this was not a hallucination. Heart fluttered silently as he drew back reluctantly, the thick noise exhaling from him. 'My dearest Rose...' His tone was low, smooth, but also filled with emotions that he had no names for. Tears welled in his eyes as the stallion choked back sourly the bitterness that threatened to rise with the salt-filled liquid.

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'No it's illusion' she thought at first. You mind is making it all up. It remained silent before she finally realized it was real. Hollow was still there. She shyly opened her eyes, the long, thick row of rose red lashes still hiding the ice grey eyes. She remained laying there, as she was afraid to even speak, fear out of rejection. 'You deserve it for what you do to him.' her mind said to her. She didn't lift the lids to look up at him. She just kept still. Her eyes didn't sweep across the area to were the fight happened, but stayed down at the snow. "I'm...So....Sorry..." She spoke, voice breaking. She could feel the urge that her tears will fall harder, but they didn't seem to change. She wished she could of looked when she said it. Even though he called her his dearest rose, she still remained in the train of thought he wouldn't take her back after leaving him so coldly.

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[bg=#FF9900] Fear. It radiated off the mare's pink hued hide, drenching each word as it left her maw, coated in the tears that dared to melt the snow below her still form. The cremello stallion hushed her in muttering whispers, voice clearly defying the words she uttered forth to him, dismissing them for she was with him now. The bitterness that had threatened to seep across the shattering cracks of his mind mended themselves then, listening to the gentle cascading liquid falling from her beautiful orbs. How he wished to see them now. Rivulets that had collected in the lines across features did not thaw farther as he once more lowered crest to rack his muzzle across the flesh of her head, as a small sort of comfort. He loved her with every fabric of his being, and with her here, all was forgiven. 'Shh...don't say such things...I love you....and I always will.....no matter how many times you leave me, my heart goes with you. You hold it captive alone, and what is lost can only be recovered, not replicated. I have never loved before you, and after you deny me, one word...shall silence me forever.' His tone was sharply clear, but gentle, as if rolling tides. The wounds across his pelting faded, then the aching in his heart while his muzzle grazed across her flesh. Once more, Scared of My Shadow gazed across the odd colored mare, wondering how he himself could be forgiven for his sins. And her? Would she forgive herself for her sins? Hollow knew doubt. He recogonized it the moment his mind had cleared for seeing her. The many reasons why she had, indeed, left himself. Doubt. Doubt in herself, maybe even him. He was far from perfect, and the stallion knew this. All the paint wanted the one he loved to know was the fact that he loved her. Completely. Entirely. She said the word and he would comply. Why? Because without her, his life had no meaning. She herself had proved that.

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Even with his words that he spoke, she did not believe she was worth the forgiveness he was giving her. She let her eye lids flicker up at him only for a moment before hiding the ice colored eyes. "I never wanted to deny you. Of anything. I was only doing what I thought was right. I felt I had hurt you. That day. I was only acting on impulse. I shouldn't be forgiven for following that impulse when I never had follow any of my impulses. I only hurt you more." She spoke now, feeling his closeness to him. "I love you so much more than anything. Even though I never really felt love before this either." She could feet the legs beneath her refusing to move, like when her icy shield shattered, it mended it side again, but was not working right. Instead of keeping out others, it only kept her from running, facing her fear. She sucked in a breath, not wanting to let it go. She remained still, waiting for him to respond to her again.

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[bg=#FF9900] Love. It was certainly quite the strange thing, without doubt. Acting on impulse, though thought of as something of sheer irresponsibility, was given feeling as well as true nature when acting in the shadow of love. His ears flickered back as well as then returned forth as she uttered the words to give to him. She loved him. Did she ever believe that she owed him any more than that one feeling? It was more than he could have ever asked for, something that was worth more than all of his world, or another breath. Ice Rose did not feel she was worthy of the forgiveness that the stallion had already given to her completely, when truly there was not a reason in the universe to argue with him, for one cannot go backward in time. She could not take back her actions, just like he could not take back his. She thought herself guilty of the day his mind snapped for a while, shaking free as it had been moments ago. Yet, as luck would have it no other way, she believe her to blame. 'Love...it is a name as well as something more. It is impulse, for it makes you think of someone other than yourself. It makes you think of so much more outside of what is best for you. My mind is a troubling thing, for it works backwards, bringing back the demons I always see. I have always been bad in nature....until you brought the best out of me. I lost control that day. I loved you enough to feel guilty that I had ruined our day. I loved you enough to try and deny the fact that you were leaving, because I trust you. When I woke up, I loved you enough to come find you. I loved enough to search for you. But now....I love you so much more. I forgive you. I will never leave you unless you give the word. I will live for you. I will die for you. You are my purpose.' The striking blue oculars watched the silken form quivering upon the cold frozen ground, her pelting just as drawing as the day they had met. Back then did he feel the same way he did this very moment? No. But there had always been a drawing quality that he had never felt with any other equine. The velveteen muzzle grazed the flesh of her neck one more, as if to comfort himself as well as her. Reassuring that he would not wake to his living nightmares. An exhale was brought across her flesh as Scared of my Shadow blinked cautiously, raising himself to gaze upon the surroundings. This place was not the best for social meetings.

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Rose felt the exhale on her, and she could feel his sudden caution from it. Her own sudden realization came back to were they were. The Cerchi Di Avversione. Forbidden lands. She stood quick out of the snow, looking around cautiously as well. They needed to leave, for if they stay, they could fall victim to a number of things of this cursed ground. She looked over to see the other horse in the distance, a little hep on the ground. At first it alarmed her, until she saw the sides of the horse fall in and puff back out. She looked at Hollow for a moment before she started to walk now, knowing he would follow, over her old trails. She was going to walk until they get out of here safely. Running blindly here would be a worse of an idea than even entering it.