you're not alone, there is more to this i know. //

[big daddy lizzeh.]

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[bg=#000000] He had been accepted into Char's lands now, and as Zandarkand walked through the deep snow, the Thoroughbred shook his head slightly. Back in the States, where he had lived, the snow hadn't gotten so deep, but he was used to the cold that was brought around when winter decided to grasp onto the Earth. Nostrils quivered, and emitted a thick ball of steam in front of him, and it clung to his coat as he walked through it. A small smile crossed the bay stallion's maw, as he continued to walk through the snow, the crystals sticking to his legs. The trees nearby were bare of their leaves, snow piled in the corners of the branches, and it drew the stallion's attention away from his trek. He had stopped in the middle of one of the larger meadows, his ears tilted forward, his attention caught by a pile of snow that seemed to be moving upon one of the trees. Suddenly, a raven burst from under the pile, screeching in disdain at the cold. A soft chuckle escaped the stallion, and he shook his head, turning his attention back onto his walk. A small shiver ran through him, as a blast of cold winter wind hit him, and he closed his eyes tightly so that it didn't sting his eyes as much. Finally, Zandarkand had made it to the other side of the meadow, and he stepped into the trees. The snow herew as much thinner, possibly only a few inches deep, merely a dusting on the forest floor. Leaves that had yet to deteriorate littered the floor, and seemed to bog down the Thoroughbred's hooves. His tail flicked across his hind legs slowly, and the stallion breathed in deeply. The crisp air cleared his senses, and his eyes began to water ever so slightly. The thought of Char crossed his mind, and he wondered where the newly appointed Lead was hanging out at. He had loved the mare's company, and perhaps Char liked when he was around. That was going to be his mission for today. Find Char. Ears swiveled around on his head, as the crackling of twigs caught his attention. He turned his head, noticing a dark shape suddenly disappear into the trees, and the stallion stood still. Who had been following him? Shaking his head, he continued through the trees, hoping, and praying, he would stumble across Char. ! muse, muse, please treat me nicely!

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Amorette.

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The petite vixen trotted tiredly through the powdery snow. Lucky for her, her hooves glided over the fluff instead of catching and causing to trip or fall. Winter was definitely not her favorite time of the year. She suspected it was the same for many other equine on Isola. For the passed few hours she had been moving around Terra de Rocas, scavenging for food. Her tiny body was frail as it was, and the difficulty of gathering sustenance helped none at all. She kept going though, realizing long ago that giving up wasn't as good as your body made seem. It was like Eve, tempted into biting the succulent red apple. It looked so good from afar, but in reality it was much like hell.

A strong breeze nipped harshly at the ends of her audits. Another hour or so later she resumed to a doggedly slow pace. One foot infront of the other. A scent came quickly and violently in the wind, her senses catching it only briefly. Struck with curiosity, she began towards the direction she guessed it originated. Soon she came upon a foreign stallion. She was in the trees and supposed her figure was probably hidden. Her gaze ran over his body, drinking in the fine details. Her approach had been relatively quiet, but now she couldn't help but step forward and out of the shadows. "Good day sir. What is your business in Terra de Rocas?" her honeyed voice inquired. She stepped closer, allowing him to look at her clearly. [/blockquote]

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[bg=black] The lady of the land stumbled rather clumsily through the snow looking like a newborn that had yet to gain its footing as she hiked each leg awkwardly over the snow before plopping it right back down into the precipitate. Char was not as surefooted as her mother or father had been but this fact did not seem to damper her mood in the slightest – then again it took a lot to burst this mare’s bubble. Rather, she seemed to find amusement in each footfall and the deep indention it would leave in the white that carpeted Roca’s. In all of Char’s six winters the land had never been this covered. It was quite beautiful although the bone-chilling cold was not to her favor! She shook her head as the mare heard a quiet, yet familiar murmur. A voice called from a nearby clearing; it was not directed at her, but she assumed it was her duty to check such things out now. The buckskin changed course, leaping and bounding through the piles of snow like a rabbit. Char thought she was beginning to get the hang of this snow travel, and it looked like she was as she glided from spot to spot. It was the stopping part that she had not really anticipated for she found herself skidding on an especially icy patch. The mare landed upon her back between two of her herdmates. Deep blue orbs gazed between the two with slight startle. The shock turned to confusion and a rather sheepish smile as she realized the blunder she had made. “Hey guys,” was all she was able to choke out in midst of her fluster (not to mention having had the breath knocked out of her) as she stared, belly-up at Amorette, an older initiate of her mother’s reign, and dear friend, Zandarkand. After a few moments the mare began maneuvering back to her feet. Getting up from ones back in the snow proved as hard as stopping had – the mare wobbled and stumbled about before finally gaining her balance. She looked between the two, feeling quite awkward. “I didn’t interrupt anything did I?” She chirped uneasily, hoping she was not being an intrusion. Char certainly wasn’t the authoritarian that her mother had been.