Stumbled

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Cold weather in the air, breaths all around. Snow falling down onto the old snow. What wonderful weather it was!

All Cane could hear was her hoves hitting the soft plush fresh snow, a nice soft crunch noise. Snorting and laughing, Cane pranced and bound into the new land she had never seen before. This was all new to her, and she loved it. She knew no one, and no one knew her. It was a fresh start, and a new life. As far as she could tell, the land around her was beautiful, and very nice. Though one thing could make her even more happy. A mate, a protecter from the evil around her. She wanted to stay a loner as of right now, but she found herself stumbling into a claiming ground.

' Oh know, I dont want to be here. I did not mean for my hoves to carry me here. Not right now, not so soon after I ran away.' Sniffing, Cane slowly turned around, but could not figure out which way to go to get away, and out of the claiming ground. 'Well, mabey no one will claim me, and I could just find my way out tommorow. After all, I do need my sleep, and it will start to get dark here soon.' her voice mumbled so softly. Cane turned back around, and headed to some pine trees, slowly walking to her bed, unaware that she was being watched.

As Cane reatched the pine trees, she looked at the needled covered branches, than at the cold ground. Though she loved the cold weather, and the snow, she did not wish to sleep in it. So she reatched up, and broke off a few branches, and carefully layed them out on the ground, being carefull to cover up all the snow. After Cane had made a bed out of pine needles, she turned her head around, looking to see if anyone was near. Satisfied with not seeing anyone, she layed down, still unaware of the stranger watching her.


OCC::// Anyone is welcome to join, preferably a male, but if not that is fine.

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Taj
Life's be a party, But you act like you're not on the list.


Taj was tired of hiding. Hiding was a horrible way to waste one's life, and this island couldn't be an exception to the rule. He hadn't hidden in Spain, or on the ship on the way to Italy, but he had since he had been shipwrecked on this island. He hadn't spoken to anyone at all on the island, but that hardly bugged him. He could exist without company, without speech. He couldn't exist in hiding though, and so he had dragged his Spanish speaking self out of the bushes. He had noted that most of the equines on the island spoke some Italian, which he admitted he didn't speak well at all. He could speak rocky and mostly fluent English, and excellent Spanish, but nothing else. He had noted the strange behaviors of the horses here, and that had been part of what had kept him in hiding for so long. He wasn't normal, and he expected for someone to bring that up sooner or later. He supposed, he was normal, but not by the island's standards. The island considered something completely unnatural and out of whack to be normal, and something normal to be completely out of whack. He fit in with the latter group, though he'd swear up and down that he could feel the island changing who he was.

It was extremely cold this year, much more severe than his previous two winters on the island. This year it was constantly snowing, as it was now. If it wasn't snowing, it was doing something worse. He missed the sun, the warmth it offered. The winter so far had been enough to make one believe that the sun was a myth, and that the world was white. He wouldn't still believe in color if his own coat didn't have patches of blond above the white. He didn't count his mane and tail as color, as they were all colors. He was comprised of blond, all colors, and the absence of color. Buckskin paint, blond, black, and white. He could fit in with the snow if he really tried, if he decided to lie right down in it and take a nap. He didn't want to though. He wasn't suicidal, and he didn't want to rest in a position that would make him vulnerable to the less friendly of the island's horses, nor to the flurries of snow that he was sure would accumulate overnight.

He could see another equine nearby, though she had been hard to pick out of all the snow. She was as white as the rest of it, and his eyes weren't as keen as he supposed they could be. Vision was hardly a perfect thing though, so he wasn't worried. It was the steady crunching of her feet that had alerted him to her presence first. Though intrigued, he decided to go for the patient route, following the mare to a pine forest. He almost laughed as he watched her dainty movements. She was taking the time to lay herself a bed of pine needles. Surely she must know that it would snow again before morning and she would awake coated anyway. He wasn't even sure if the pine needles did any good. If they did, she was smarter than him as the idea of using them to make a bed hadn't ever occurred to him. She seemed to be settling in to take a nap though, so he decided that this was the moment to step out into the open. He moved out from his hiding spot, behind several trees and a snowdrift, and walked towards her. "Buenas noches Seniorita. I'm rather turned around here, and I was wondering if you would mind me... ah doormir is the word in my country, I think the word for it is sleeping? here also. I'm quite tired, and I would appreciate the chance to rest with someone else to offer body heat that can be shared."

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Baby blue eyes open, Cane watched the snow fall stedaly onto the soft fresh snow. No hove prints were showing across the plains. It seemed like the land never ended under the layers of snow that kept pileing up. Soon, she would not be able to walk in the snow at all, let alone run. Cane knew that the snow had been falling since she got here on the island. Though she loved winter, and snow, she thought that this was a little to much. It was like a blizzard without wind, the snow just kept falling and falling.

Eyes sparkling in the snow, Cane spoted another equnine walking in the snow. He was hard to spot do to the hardness of the falling snow, but she did see him. 'I wonder how he saw me? I mean I am as white as the snow, and I am laying down so...' Cane mumbled unerneath her breath. As he continued to her, she wondered what he wanted. She was not really in a mood to talk to anyone, but she would be polite and respond. Hopefully she can keep the studering to a minumun, but she did get nervous around males, even more so when it was only her and the male.

Finally the male reached her, and as she looked up at him, she waited till he spoke. "Buenas noches Seniorita. I'm rather turned around here, and I was wondering if you would mind me... ah doormir is the word in my country, I think the word for it is sleeping? here also. I'm quite tired, and I would appreciate the chance to rest with someone else to offer body heat that can be shared."

'Oh, a spanish horse? Thats new...' Cane thought as she waited for him to finish what he was saying. " H-hello. Um, n-no I dont m-mind if you sleep here. Actually, m-more b-body heat would be great. Its is quite c-cold out h-here." Canes sweet angelic like voice sounded, though still she studdered. Cane stood up, and broke somemore branched off of the tree, and layed them out for the Stallion infront of her. " I-I know the branches m-may not help that much, b-but at least we are off of the ground d-directly." She quietly spoke, as she laiyed down.

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[bg=#9ba2ac] The heavily pregnant Arabian marched through the deep snow that blanket the frequented land of Belle Valle. Phantom came from a land that used to be hime to a very large herd. After a battle with those damned Zunden, every horse but three had been wiped out. Phantom was one of the lucky horses to survive the brutal attack. Being the head warrior of her land, Phantom saw this as a humiliating failure. How could they have been prepared for that? Those horses had control over the dangerous element of fire, and Phantom's herd was composed of nothing but common horses. In this fight she had lost her leaders, her cousin, all her warriors, and her lover. The two that were left were her leader Fiana's two children, Char and Bullet. Now, Char ruled the land with Phantom's help since she was still very young. Bullet, being male, felt that it was his herd to rule, but Phantom knew that Char was the rightful heir. Both of her parents were the leaders of the land. Bullet's father had been a rogue stallion whom Fiana had an affair with at one point in her life. Phantom had taken it upon herself to start building up the Rocas herd. Winter was always the best time to get new horses. There were many wanderers who would give anything for a safe land with enough food to get them trough the winter. Belle valle was the place to come during this time of year. Phantom had picked u pmany horses for her leader's herd over the years. Many of which became warriors under Phantom's command later on. The ivory fae perked her delicate ears as she heard voices ahead. That was a good sign. The vocals seemed to be from a mare and from a stallion. Hopefully it wasn't a stallion who was looking for herd members as well, Phantom did not feel like dealing with one of them today. Usually they got uptight and would try to persuade her to come to their herd as well. She just wasn't feeling up to it today. Finally the pair of equine became visible through the softly falling snow. They both looked so young and beautiful. Phantom had looked like that when she came to this island, and she knew it too. She had come from a prestigious Arab farm in the south of England. She was beautful and she knew it. Over her time on this island as a warrior, she was far from beautiful. Her once unscathed, white as snow coat was now ruined. It had a grey tint to it as well as many, many scars. Her mane and tail were knotted and ripped in some places. Her dainty face now looked older with several unsightly scars on it from battle. To put it simply, this mare was mess. Most horses that saw her only thought 'nag' and would scoff at her. She was much more than that. She still had her fiery spirit that had not died. The Arab halted some distance away from the equines and let out a whinny to let them know she was there and did not mean them any harm. She slowly walked toward them and finally came to a halt once again when she was a few strides from them. "Hello." she said with a slight bob of her head to them.

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Muse: okay
OOC: I haz cookies.
Music: AFI

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