|| Yesterday...!

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[bg=#FF9900] Usually, with the greatest care for the timeliness in all collections of his manner, the cremello painted stallion usually was not one to rise before the sun long since had perched upon the horizon. Today, this day in time, the massive stag stood without the pretense of idle motion, blue oculars striking out to watch as the sun shimmered idly into the heavens, breeching the line with vast plethora of coloration, everchanging. The mind was not elsewhere, but focused, almost painfully so, to the times that gave little grace to this moment. Spring was upon them, and Hollow had never felt as empty as he did now. It was a wonderful moment, for he did not feel the need to place a mask upon the features of his face to no do harm to those surrounding him, though their care seemed all too shallow at the best of times. Illusions, without depth, that were only apparent when the optics themselves turned away, revealing clearly the lines that framed the deception. The delicate cranium was held at an arch, as the clouded sky-like eyes watched the scene before them without interest. It had been many a day since he had watched the Earth awaken from its darkest embrace. Absently, the thoughts of everything not partaking in the moment faded, something to be cherished, fading into nothingness as the paint only watched the sun rose, gaze fixed. It made the tense as well as self-induced stress of many days fall from his features, though the fear in his gut remained. Scared of My Shadow was soon to be a father, and the stallion did not know the first thing about what one does with a family. Maybe it had been too soon, no filling of desire was forth unpreparing. That, too, was lost in the moment, the heavens lightened with ornamental hues that were reflected in the reaches of his orbs. Shadow stretched, mane whipping wildly, as if alive in the breeze, and he closed his orbs, plunging into the welcome darkness. It was a breath, an exhale, that flared the nostrils and sparked the memory of mind, of many days, stretching, making the sudden of feeling revived. For the first time in his many-winter nights, the cremello tobiano felt aged. This was not his right, for the pelting was still of youth, but so many things made sense for tiredness as well as wear. What does one do with the thoughts when they cannot express themselves but of fear to what they will become. The last recalled year of his life changed almost all inside him, from the fear of lossing, to love, to something more that outshadowed them all. He still did not have a name for it. Tendons ached from the holding of his position, but Hollow still did not wish to move from his stance. The world was waking up now, and he was witnessing it, allowing himself to feel at peace though inside it was a very different story. He wished to let go, only for a moment. But he knew how dangerous that would be.

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[bg=#8e0000] Rose woke, her growing sides feeling cold. She snorted for moment, feeling odd again. She always felt that way in the mornings. But this was much odd. Normally she was the one to raise for the sun, but as she looked to her side, Hollow was not there. Very odd. Could it be due to her pregnancy that she slept in and he left with out her for something. She refused to think the bad that was about the situation. She didn't want to be negative, really. She stood, showing a little struggle with getting her slightly plump body up. As she did, she felt a slight twitch in her, like the one of the things she already holds most precious to her was stretching and saying good morning. It made a soft smile on her face, something rare for her to do. Her expression returned back to normal, as her eyes scanned around. Where was Hollow. She sighed once more as she picked up her feet to get moving along now. He often spent his days now in thought it seemed, and she often left him to them as he left her to tend to her own, but she felt that maybe she needed to talk to him about what has being running through his head. She did worry that leaving him to himself right now maybe stressful. She was sure this was to be his first child. And hers as well. The thoughts about how to care for their child has haunted her, but she has slightly came out of her shell and asked the mares of the herd that belongs here of how she should possible start this out, asking for advice. She wanted to raise the child well enough that he wouldn't turn out to be so shell shocked like her, to be able to face things without fear that something terrible was going to happen to he. She searched in the light of dawn for Hollow, her eyes scanning for a flash of the multicolored coat. Even with this extra away swinging back and forth at her belly, she still was able to step lightly, quietly. As dawn began to wear into noon, the mare saw the stallion. His expression was easily saw as troubled. She sighed. She was normally not a prying type of mare, but she felt that this time she need to talk to him. She stepped forward, now apparent to go figure out what was troubling Hollow's mind. She slipped up next to him, nickering almost silently. She looked at him. "What's the matter, Hollow?" She simply asked. She watch his expression carefully, wanting to make sure he would try to cover up the fact he looked troubled.

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[bg=#FF9900] The torrential suffering of disguising the pretenses of agony where, with all the greatness that came with the illusion of repair, something as difficult to keep under wraps as the sun. With this also playing part upon the tormented issues of broken mind, sapphire eyes granted the sights revered to see upon the mare whom time had always been inclined to lend health, for the swell of her stomach of his own demise, tortured or not by the thoughts. A question settled to his mind, branching off into a thousand more ways to answer, each as unsatisfying as ash on the tongue, making the cremello stag stall for a moment in clear contemplation, though it was as if the oculars never settled on her, turning back to the skylines at hand. Rose, so many a day he issued himself to give her the ways of his protections. What would it mean for himself to wish to protect the mare from what he might have feared he would become. Certainly the pair had gone over this before, though she really knew precious little of his past. Was this the time to sate the fires that lapped so eagerly upon tread? This time, when the patchwork stallion looked, it was a force to see the one whom he cherished more than the pitiful resigning he had lead to. The curves of her dainty features, the beauty that enlightened the passion hotter than the flames of below inside himself. Yes, Hollow watched her as if in wait for something that simply would not come, for it would be foolish to admit he was afraid. Slowly, a smile crossed his features, not fully there, but something that seemed to arise to the occasion of his mate being in proximity to himself. 'I should never allowed myself to think that you would not find me here.' In the depths of his bottomless orbs, so empty, there was a kindled spark that flashed so secluded before himself turned slightly toward her. 'There is so many things that I do not understand. I believe myself so cold toward this world, though never a chance has crossed my tongue. Something is missing from myself, and I long to know how to retrieve a piece I never think I possessed. Pray, it is wrong to think such a way, though I have no idea what to do with a family.' The mixed equine tensed ever more slightly, with this blantant declare of unsolved equations, haboring all illusion of thought that never truly touched himself. An exhale was taken, with stride as then, for there was still something stirring within himself. The bindings seemed to cold under skin, pressing tightly against that which they hid. The monster that was himself was not sated by the processes that bound himself to the current form, for emotional trauma was enough to lock that into the fabrication of place. It was not to say, he was unpleased by the prospect of being a father, though it was more of the assumption that he would not be one to be spoken about, for the stag himself never met his own. The brute had barely known his mother.

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[bg=#8e0000] Rose could tell about how he tensed, the look in his eye, and the way he said and chose his words. Her icy grey eyes turned to the horizon, a sigh of the slightest degree flowing softly from her mouth before she spoke. "You know, no one is ever really ready to have kids. I mean they could be ready to want one, but to actually raise one is a different story. I know. Do you not think I fear that I may raise our own child wrong? I what the best for our own. But what if our child became like me, just hide himself from the world, or side for a wrong cause, or anything like that. That I do fear. And what if I do not know how to treat a child. What if I am too strict or too loose? I fear that as well. But I know that it's a learning process. No one is going to be perfect. And I am sure we'll both do fine." She spoke, her eyes returning to Hollow. She nuzzled into his side for a moment. Unsure if her words convinced him, she picked her words once more. "Perhaps you might want to talk to Lassen. Maybe he can help you. Besides. I think it'd be good for you to get.... Umm.... man talk, if that's what you call it." She smiled embarrassed at herself for her choice of calling talk between two stallions. But what ever else should she call it. She let a small, little laugh. "I'm sure I'll be fine getting around by myself today. I'll stick around the herd a bit, if that would make you feel better."

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