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[bg=#8e0000] Rose slept quietly next to her mate. The days seemed to have stretched longer since been with him, but in a good way. Nothing seemed to end too quick.. She had grown much to accommodate the being inside of her. Days she'll soon forget were dancing in her cranium, but to her, the played in her eyes. But everything scattered in her mind with a sharp pain and went dark then she opened her eyes to where the two chose to bed. Rose looked over at Hollow, sound asleep. Normally the mare would of just laid there if she woke, but the sharp pain that had hit hurt turned out to only light cramps along her sides. She looked at him slightly. A quick walk wouldn't panic him any for her leave, though he knew that she wasn't going to leave him. She stood and walked quietly to stretch her legs and let the crampy muscle feeling wear it's self off. She breathed in the night air slightly, soaking it in. She enjoyed to walk, though it had been a while since she had walked at night. And alone. But she didn't allow herself think, knowing how she always over thought things. The cramped remained as she walked around, not too far from were they had bedded down. The extra weight of a child made walking not too much of an interest to her. She sighed as she dipped her head down to relax some more. But as she did, something happen, a burst like a water pipe busted, came from her and she knew what it was. Though she didn't venture too far from their bed for the night, Rose knew she couldn't make it there in time to get to Hollow and tell him that she was in labor. The tri colored mare fell to the ground, laying to her side on the cool grass. The pain was sharper. Much sharper. But she all knew that's what was to be, and was going to grow worse soon enough. She let out a worried nicker, hoping maybe that could wake her mate, as she did not want him to miss the birth of his child. She groaned in pain as the pain grew in her.

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Muse: Behind The Sheeting Of Ice...
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OOC: I leave tomorrow v.v...
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[bg=#FF9900] The sharpened edges of a sound constricted about the tender endings of dream, squeezing away the welcome silence and euphoria with a painful snap. The brute's eyes shot open almost instantaneously, aware of the deepening pools of light that grazed the surface of him and his mate's chosen sleeping place, something that trailed across thought smoother than glass. His own presence was heavily set, digging at the skin another keener response, for Ice Rose was not laying by his side. Nostrils flared, ears swiveling as the massive stallion gracefully faltered to his feet, snipping away audios from the wind. Hollow was decidedly calm, collecting the tangent of worry as so he would not lapse into untimely behaviors. Dearest Rose would never seek to leave him again, especially harboring within her their babe. The cremello emerged into the blanketing embrace of perpetual dawn without much thought of where to look. There was a nagging sensation of knowing that she was to have their foal. It was around the right time for such a thing, yes, in the rightness of the season. Anxious to find his mate, then, he let a calling bugle lift the edges of his lips, ringing out into the darkness with a nature of its own. It was not but a handful of shattered moments before Scared of My Shadow, too, could hear her labored breathing and quickened heart, the little calls easing from her throats. Again, he responded, moving through the cushioning of shade cautiously, swiftly, but with a sense of purpose. He had to find his mate. Hollow would not miss the birthing of his one and only child. Rose's form was outlined by her coloring, vibrant against the surrounding shade, allowing him to glide to her side, placing his muzzle on her neck tenderly, encouragingly, in case she forgot that he was here to help her. Here to offer whatever he could to his love. Soon there would be yet another for him to a love, a feeling that stuck to the corner of his stomach sickeningly, though he was prideful, wanting. The apprehension faded with the laboring of the genteel mare. 'Love, I am here for you.' His muzzle pressed firmly into the taunt skin of her neck, and he dare not settle to the ground, his stance rigid and protective against the heavens. The baby blue oculars grazed across the swollen bowl of her stomach, and he was waiting without the illusion of patience for the newest addition to their family to be born. Never in all his days would he have expected such a thing, of all things, to be occurring to him. He cast the smile at Rose, farther encouragement for this so painful a task. He was here, was he not? He had not fled from this place, nor had he abandoned the mare. Love was what had brought them together, tore them apart, reunited them, and love is what grounded Hollow to this spot in the darkness, hoping for the safety of his love, and that all would go smoothly.

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[bg=#8e0000] Rose snorted through flared nostrils. She could feel her blood rush and the sweat develop on her coat. She was still surprised by the suddenness of the labor. She kept on gasping for her air. It was like she couldn't grasp her lungs to breathe more normally. She groaned in her pain as she heard calls from Hollow, his movement through tall grasses, in search of her. She laid there waiting for him, though something in her said just to push. She started at the lines before her eyes, the icy grey hues of them searching the grass for the movement she heard from the moving sounds of her mate. Sounds seem to come from every where, focusing on something else near impossible. When she felt the muzzle and heard the lyrics of the voice she knew too well, her eyes moved back to see him, seeing the small smile on his lips. It was encouragement to her. It was what it was for. Rose sent a slight smile his way in hope he knew she was not need of encouragement, but just his presence, before her eyes returned forward and closed. The smile had faded quickly with the working of her body stressing itself. She snorted once more before she let herself begin to let go into the pushing. Groans and quiet squeals came from her as she pushed more and more, gasping more and more air. Then she felt pain slip away slightly and a slight thump in the grass. She allowed her eyes to open as she realized that their child was born. She stared up at Hollow for a moment before she sat up, turning her neck to look behind her to their new love. She watched the foal curiously, staring at the pink-hued cream on it's coat, the mane a hue of light red. She smiled at the foal, the smile seeming to be the biggest on to ever come across her features. She stood up and reached out her muzzle to touch her own child.

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Muse: Living And Somehow Thriving...
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Music: Black Parade - My Chemical Romance...

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[bg=#FF9900] It was as though instantaneously all the air in the vicinity had been sucked clean, down to the remainders leveling heavily in his lungs. The cremello stag seemed grounded, rooted to the spot as his light eyes grazed across the perfection of the pelting. His child had been born on this day, before his eyes, and Hollow could not help but watch the little gasping breaths, counting himself the heartspans between, absorbed. Akinship, feelings surfacing that he would never have thought to feel for another, things that only Rose had stirred within him. A mirror image, as though pieced from the clouds, so very near flawlessness that it would warrant the smallest of gasps. Unable to look away, he faltered in the smallest of movements, the tiniest of steps, wishing to peer closer on the foal. It was not a weak thing, though spindly on long legs, bearing the marks of his breeding. He. Hollow allowed a nicker to grace his lungs, playing in the air and mingling with the sweet scent of summer. Nostrils flared, drinking in the scent of his blood, the product of something more than chance. To give a name was a thing beyond comprehension, the reaching to the heavens as though for aid. Tearing his blue oculars from the view in which they slanted, they skimmed the surface of light gray, asking more than anything if this was but a dream, all the sounds muted against the emotions they harbored. Arching the muscular lining of his neck, the stallion felt a bursting of pride, of love, a rise and fall of emotion that leaned against the moments. Ticking by as he sought the health of his love as well as his newborn son. Another musical sound graced the stallion's pale lips, the smallest of movements against the wind's caress. A shiver passed along his pelt at the uncertainty that haunted his waking moments, edging under his muscles and sinew. Doubt, was it? What kind of future would this colt have under his watch? Baby blue orbs trailed once more to the small form.Another step was made, the striding of a stilt. Measured in both breath and follow. When Rose got to her feet to also greet their child, Hollow reached the velveteen of his muzzle out to also graze it along the wet and rumpled coat of the foal. Waiting for a reaction from either heir or mate. Purpose in his eyes, edging the sparks, eagerly lapping at the iris. Mirrored in the smallest of ways was himself, the foal a hinting at its father, like looking in a river to see one's own reflection. Strength in its body, even though he was so young. Fragile then? Hollow could but remember the first hours of his birth, the first day, the day of the...snapping. Lunging. Attack. Tempered in temperament unlike others. Would this foal have the same demons fetching for his thoughts? The same pushing from normality? No. That was himself. Scared of My Shadow, shying away. This was another being. This was his child. A separate entity from himself. Different. Nostrils flared once more, and the shadows skirted about.

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[bg=#73d3ff] The newborn foal had sat up quickly, with blurred vision. When his vision came to, he'd only stopped to trying to look around and stare at his surroundings. In the predawn hours of the morning, light was slight, making things appear of a grey hue. The grass was long, almost tall enough to block his sight if laying down completely. The grey-blue eyes saw the tops of trees and where they met the ground. The colts eyes now gleamed with curiosity, wanting to investigate the place his eyes laid upon, the young offspring felt two touches upon the wet coat. It was the first the body realized it was wet and the air had a cool breeze, and foal let a shiver down his spin. His eyes turned back as he swung his little head around to look and saw two others, instincts of his mind saying that they were some how related to him, like parents. They probably were, as his eyes focused on the pink fuzzy being the closest to him, his eyes finding the sharp edges of a curved head. The dark pink face had diamonds on her forehead and on her nose, but it streaked upwards towards the other diamond. The little colt curious to the pelting of what instincts told him was his mother. He nipped against the pelting before his grey-blue eyes turned and took in the massive frame of the on to his rump. Something about the stallion said he should be demeaning, but something seemed to soften that look of his father. The colt heard the audits that came from his parents, and curved ears swiveled at them, picking up the sounds from different angles, already figuring of how his body operated. Little colts ears then fell forward, as if waiting to hear more from his parents, patiently.

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[bg=#8e0000] Rose watched their son carefully, seeing the grey-blue eyes wonder around the faces. She could she a perfect image of her love in their son, and couldn't help but be proud of herself. Rose knew Hollow had his own bit a past the stallion never shared, but the mare could see the colt to grow to the stallion she saw Hollow was. But Rose could see past the facade of her son's reflection, and could see the curiosity in that she saw as her own. She could see that the foal was going to be like her, but more in a way. Where she could answer her own questions and with hold her curiosity, she could see that her son would be willing to walk through anything to get his answer, much like she was as a foal before she knew of her accursed pelting. But still she smiled, she was still proud.She had a son with someone she loved , who loved her back. How couldn't a soul not be happy to find her luck. "What should we name him?" Her eyes intent on her child but her lyrics were for her mate, as she waited from to answer. Rose felt the foal deserved a good name, if there was a fitting name for him.

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[bg=#FF9900] The day was already breathing into the colt a sort of life one may only witness with the first hours of the newest of discoveries. To think that he would grow with Liberta as his playground, while Hollow himself had the ashen chambers of man to serve as his first days, growing until he was warranted a prison cell in the murky damp of the forgotten stables, the taste of metal harsh on his tongue. Eyes sparked with such things as he lowered his muscular neck, extending his muzzle to his son for a moment, sniffing at the pelting so alike to his own, gazing into the clouded eyes that had already began to sharpen with the focus of finding the soul. The cremello stallion could feel in his blood the red of the pride, the wonder that he knew, unakin to something forgotten, the experience of his child, rolling with the sounds of splendorless care. The curiosity of the newest of lives, peppered with affection. Scared of My Shadow listened to the question fall so delicately from the lips of his mate, his ears swiveling though he, too, continued to watch the stance of the colt, unable to look away shall he miss even a moment of it. His ears flickered backward, the brushing quality of memory as he once more reached out to the foal, then retracted his muzzle again, breathing hot breath onto the tiny body as he did so, blue oculars shimmering slightly. It reminded him of a story he had witness a while now past, with the name on the edge of his tongue. 'Levi...' He breathed to life for a moment, head tilting upward slightly with the falling of audios, the constant pressure of acceptance. The smile that edged around his lips to linger, as though haunted such in its own way. Yet he loved such things with something like passion, this foal that they shared. Levi was the name he had spoken, one which fell onto the mind like fluttering wings. It fit for himself, though he had to wait for the approval of another. Waiting for the patience that was always to be given. He tilted the dished cranium once more, thinking to himself of the nature of this task, the ways he could count falling, observing the colt with intent. The way his little petaled ears swiveled, the sheer amount of Arabian visible on his features. When breeding himself, they had sought to make the perfect horse, a champion with superior bloodlines to be passed down. This was not to be taken lightly by humans, yet he dismissed it so eagerly himself. Yet before him was perfection in its own right, something beyond himself. Levi, he swore by it. That was the name he had chosen.

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[bg=#73d3ff] The little colt listened intently to the words spoken between the two that were his parents, just watching them with his orbitals, full with all their curiosity, the foal felt like getting up and venturing already. But he was still while his parents spoke of a name. Name? Instinct said it was something that you were to come it if it was called out. His father spoke the name Levi, and the little colt's ears swiveled told him, looking at his father now, as if waiting to be talked to him self. He could feel the eyes of his mother's against his pelt and at his own eyes. He turned his head to his mother, eyes curiously watching her again for a moment before they went back to a tick tock motion, watching both eye that held all possible curiosity.

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[bg=#8e0000] Rose heard the word of her mate, and saw the reaction from their own child, and the young mare felt it was a fitting name. Something of simplicity it would seem, but very fitting, and the foal seem to have taken well to the name. The little mare watch her foal with careful eyes, before finally she manage to pull the orbits away to look to her mate for her answer. "It's perfect." She spoke as she returned her eyes to their son called Levi, seeing where the name seemed to fit to the foal. She gave a slight nicker as her muzzle feel against the foal with the thoughts only full of what could only be in store for the trio now.

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[bg=#FF9900] The refined need for the sharpening of pictures waned with the reaction of the colt to his name, as though it had been predecided in his own mind before it was even uttered into existence by the willful tongue of Hollow himself. The smile seemed to have taken on a permanency that did not wane as he drew even closer to Levi, peering down at his son with a fondness unshared between lesser equines, the parting of his lips in smallest of gestures as he reached out his muzzle and gave the little being a playful nudge, as though in encouragement, as though in the wanting of something. Did he feel the pressure of this life already? A though dismissed easily as the stag then thought of the colt's need to nurse. He gave the fragile child another nudge of his muzzle before pulling back slightly. 'Well my little heir, why don't we get you standing.' His voice was low in speaking to his son, a soft tone that hardly ever was to grace his lips, something of wonder in the stupor of such a position that the cremello was in. There was little left to wonder for the child, with the host of things that would be laid out in the future, what these moments where was exceedingly precious, a gift that could not be taken so lightly, even though the brute himself still had doubts. The mixed stallion pulled himself back for a moment to give the colt room, wondering if he could possibly understand what his father was asking of him. To falter to those long stilts, to stand on the lank legs gifted to him by default. Nostrils flared for another moment before Hollow rose again to full height, ears swiveling to catch any other linger audios in the briskness of morning air, to break any intrusion into the sanctuary so lightly cradled on this day. Doubts to be eased with the rising of the morning sun, showering the ground with light as his muzzle reached out to his mate. He loved her, just as they knew, and this day was just farther cementing that into his memory, into his conscious. He would always go after her, whenever she choose to leave. Again the focus was shifted to the foal stilled bundled on the ground at the stag's light hooves, the pale of his optics searching for the care and cation, wondering if he should leave this exercise to Rose, for she was the mother and therefore had all the instincts that choose to beckon. Smiles to share in times such as these, not lost.

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[bg=#73d3ff] Levi stared at his father as he seemed to nudge him playfully, and then spoke of standing. The little looked at his long legs that laid sprawled before him. The little colt gave a look at both his parents before he looked forward and began to stand. The little colt thought it was going to be easy to stand. He had gotten himself fourth of a way up, before his legs tried him relapse to the ground, be the spindle stilts only let him drop a little. The little colt snorted at himself as he tried again to pull himself off the ground and stand to his own full height. He had started to gain balance as he stood higher, but almost dropping back to the ground a few more times. Levi snorted once more to himself, trying to find his full balance.

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[bg=#8e0000] Rose watched the foal curiously as Hollow encouraged him to stand. Rose stepped back a little, giving the foal plenty of room to raise himself, feeling Hollow come to her and place his muzzle against her lovingly. She turned her head, bringing her neck around Hollow's chest in a hug. Rose remembered when she tried to stand, watching her mother get up with ease, as a filly, she thought it would be easy to find her feet. The filly then had difficulty standing actually and ended up on the ground a few times before she found herself off the ground. The little colt fell a few times, but not to the ground. He was going to be a strong foal. But Rose felt anxious as the foal tried to gain his bearings on his own. Rose saw he was almost to his feet completely when she stepped to her son, nudging his rump up and stood there patiently as she waited for the colt to take full balance and watched as the colt took a step forward.

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[bg=#FF9900] The captured rays of a morning spent contemplating any number of things would have already been taken into the barest minimum of consideration to be well spent. Scared of My Shadow stood tall, the length of his shadow cast across the baked ear, his pelting light up with the heavens, and his pools of sapphire gazing steadily to watch the progress of his son as he made the barest foundational beginnings. The stallion could not help but nicker low in unbiased encouragement, for already Levi had faltered to near standing numerous times. Sparingly, the cremello also nudged the flanks of the colt, hoping to aid or at least egg on the continued process that he was harboring. There was again the rush of a pride fulfilled, there was almost a mystical quality to the foal as he battled against a weak body. Time was already leading the brute to believe that the boy was destined to be as his mother was, stubborn in nature, never likely to give up on anything. Yet there was none of the icy shell that both of them cradled at any one time, there was yet to be borders to shield against the prying onlook of the outside world. Hollow consciously hoped that the colt would never have to make such defenses around himself, for he would try to always be there to protect him. This little line triggered the thought of the lead of Liberta, and how he was to hear of this news. Overnight his herd had welcomed another member to the ranks, a thing that could not be taken lightly at any rate. The mixed stag's ears flickered back in thoughtfulness as he gave another nudge to the colt, as well as a low neigh, hoping that he would catch the hang of the art soon. That was when Scared of My Shadow noticed something else, a little spark in the eye that made the stallion's heart leap forth with a bound like no other, as though it was to convulse into fits at any given moment. In the vibrantly stormy little eyes was a power he knew all too well, the making of mishief on a mere breath or whim. This little adorable child would be a trouble maker if Hollow had every seen one, but the tricks would not have malicous intent as his own had. Childhood pranks untwisted. Yet it was farther proof that made Scared of My Shadow cautious. He would have to keep both eyes on Levi as oft as he could spare.

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[bg=#73d3ff] The grey- blue eyes scrolled the view he had with his discovered height, wanting to already venture out to find understanding of this place, having already taken a step forward. The colt curiously turned his head to his mother, eyes seeming to ask to go already. Though he knew he should nurse, the colt a natural performance of wanting to take it's flight for adventure. Levi snorted as the young mind wanted to do the most immature thing of his chooses. Rationality seemed dull to the colt already, as the rational choice was to go to his mother. The weather other head was on the slightest clouds as the sun finally peered passed the mounded earth, face the color of a dark pink about to turn red. The little colt, even in his longing to venture already, he turned on wobbly legs, turning for the rational choice, mind already figuring that his venture can wait for another day, for now. The colt had reach his mother and was already tucking his curved head against the light pink pelt of his mother's underside to nurse.

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[bg=#8e0000] Rose watched her foal, seeing as he was now stand upon his own, but the eyes of the colt already translated he was going to be a handful, something to watch. She stood quietly as the colt seemed to ask an simple question with his eyes, but Rose watch the foal back, stern look already taken place on her face, as the colt turn his head to look at the lands of Liberta once more, still knowing the colt already had a sense of adventure in him. She simply waited out for the colt's chosen action, as she knew she would correct him if he choose poorly. But the colt had turned to her and came to her side, in which Rose watch the colt with the same soft, happy smile the mare had harbored before, growing more proud of her son already, which seemed impossible to her. The mare watch the colt with her careful eyes as the colt already seemed to start nursing from her, a slight jump came from the mare in surprise, but she held still as she listened to the suckling noises of their baby.

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[bg=#FF9900] The soul was not left with the specters of an idle wanting, as some may believe, when watching the antics of a birth-brushed child in the moments held so closely to a kindred heart. Hollow was at ease, for the speculated seconds that continued to endlessly span the minimal contentment of the sanctuary scene, such as that of a nativity, for now. Whispering like the voice of a normality guarded, yet lost, was the peppering spread of the seeds of that dismal doubt. Haunted, had the massive stag been by the material remains of a past, floating and swimming through his thoughts, shifting through the debris to find the smallest of weakness, untainted by words of reason. Spoken, it could have been, that he had not a reason in the world to suspect any of treachery, but the wandering eye could be deceived, as though what was before the stallion was more of an illusion, nightmarish in nature, and less than a dream. Conforming, no doubt, to the ways of the times courageously flaunted, like the banner on a battle field on the side yet won. Nostrils flared at these so idle of propositions, little assumptions to be jumped at like the biting of a bit in the gate. Oh, how the strung male could feel the metal between his teeth, the metallic taste soiling his tongue. No, could this be the ash of a fate now sealed? Fulfillment of a destiny left behind, yet followed. Was the air now soiled with the unjust bitterness of his reprise? The little foal suckling by his mother's side, a spitting image of a picturesque seen that was closed with the curtains of red. Where was the draw string? When was the ending of the charade, the show, that all had played they part in? A masquerade with the most genteel of faces, mirrored in the eyes of grey. Storms in her eyes, the gusts and the cloud, covering the moment like the heart about to drop. Drop it did, and he felt it like the sound judgement leaving from his fevered skin. Shaking clean to his bones, as it where, despite all the idle reckoning that fate had planned. Less of a stallion and more of the colt. Was he to blame then for the twists and the wrenches of his own hate. The comfort of the ease of birthing, the love he felt aching. Aching, as it was, reaching toward the mare. Did she see the broken mirrors behind his eyes? The fatal collapse of his heart. How much could one know, how much could one be blamed for? Like the spark to kindle the flame, to douse the burning, it was over. Rushing clean through to the center with the smoke billowing like clouds reaching to the sky, peppered with a fate, sealed so by emotion. His place was cemented in the stones of Liberta, the freedom of the bird that he had wanted from this land drained like its worth. Rose was his ball and chain, yet as so she was also his meaning, his life. Without her he would cease to be himself. Hollow, shot clean through with emptiness. Eyes turned with casted hue to the foal. Levi, the name still new to the tongue yet rolling, easily to reach towards. A smile to work across the lips, no matter how the pain could show. Scared of My Shadow was proud, despite the care in the breeding. Born to this world from the blood of the immaculate blue, temperament to shadow in the clouds of an insanity, less so, undone. Where did he really stand? Gone. Empty. Vacant. Hollow.

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[bg=#8e0000] She turned to look at held features of her mate. Something was wrong at thought, though she didn't understand what it was the irked his mind. The longing to ask upon her tongue, but she refused as the foal stopped suckling at her sides. She turned her head to see the young, stnding under her, looking at his father. She gave just the slightest of smiles, as she forced the question she wished that had lyrics. But all to well, the mare knew such things could lose the innocence of such thing, both of them of haunting pasts that should never existed, should never came to life. Once such thing was lost, it could never be brought back to life. The mare watched the stallion with soft eyes now, knowing that the colt stood where she last looked. Fear of her past only haunted her now with new equines she wasn't use to, but even then, the icy shield held strong to server herself well protected. It was instintic to put it up. And instintics were something all to hard to break. Only demons and angels try to win a soul over. Then which is really the good in it all? Is there not good between the two? Both try to offer you something of good worth. But were they call demons evil and angels blessed, how was anyone to be quit sure of it all. All the mare knew both of her past made her stand in on her fallen position upon the fringes of life. Hollow was his name. He's the one thing that made her cilng to the fringes of life, trying to climb out of it all. Hollow to her was, by what other's called, angel. Even in his darkest times, the mare only understood why they had gotten so close was they could mend each other. To make each not fear their dark pasts, but to not let those hauntings control them no longer. But how much alike is these histories long behind them. She was sure they were of two different stories, both lost in the pain they both felt. But the feelings held for the past, they were to be sure to shared. Her eyes scanned lightened sky, relief taking he over a bit. It's be long since the mare feared the dark, but in new ways in her mind. Both blind you, the light and the dark, but when one stays in darkness too long, they go blind. But the light was too bright for one to see. Is there a reason she stood inbetween. The grey area. The nothingness. But yet, life swaed there with being. She sighed thoughts that ran through her head tiredlessly, with out cease. Pale eyes found the being she wanted t o find. The mare reached to the stallion, nuzzling into shulder of her mate, hoping to calm hidden thoughts held in his head. "I love you, Hollow." She let the words fall from her rolling tongue with all the meaning she could put into it, her eyes only shifting away for a moment to look at their son to ensure his being remained were he was at last.

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Muse: Flowing Like A River Under The Sheet Of Ice...
Word Count: 533...
OOC: Sorry for any misspellings or not posting Levi. I just felt Rosie...
Music: The Bird And The Worm - The Used...

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