but who can decide what they dream?

[big daddy lizzeh.]

Warm air vented up from one of the magma pools, the steam sizzling as it reached the cooling air of Isola. Nearby stood the ashen body of Fuoco's Lady, Malice, as she scanned the pools for any sign of the herd she looked over with Aiden. At her side, like most days now, stood Ciar, the proud underling of the ashy Zunden mare. His head was lowered, a sadden look crossed over his face, eyes partly closed. Malice turned her head to look at the stallion, an ear twitching at his depressed state. I, honestly, don't see why you should be upset. Besides, it's Aiden's daughter, and I consider you a brother, so I see it as something to be frowned upon, Malice's eyes moved away from the form of her right-hand horse, to the magma pools, breathing in the smell of sulfur that seethed up from the earth, Don't get my wrong, dear. Firefly is a fine mare and Zunden, but she is young. There is always going to be other fish in the pond. The Lady smiled the most sincere smile she could muster, but Ciar wasn't going to have it. Ears pinned against the bay stallion's head, and he moved away from her.

She might be young, Malice, but I still care about her, he hissed at the mare, slapping his tail against his hide as his hooves moved him away from the Lady's side, off toward the other part of the magma fields. As Ciar left, Malice merely shook her head, breathing out. And we all thought mares were the moody ones,

[/i] the mare thought, turning away from the retreating figure of Ciar, disappearing into the brush nearby. Ciar's hooves stopped the stallion's mobile body, and he turned his head to where Malice had been standing moments before. A sigh escaped the stallion, somewhat glad that the matron had moved off, had stopped bothering him about how he was feeling. Head turned back to look in the direction he was originally headed, ears tilted foward. Where exactly had he been planning on going?

The beach. He remembered visiting one of the beaches on Isola with Firefly, soaking in the cool waters. Hooves spurred the stallion into motion, the bay moving out of the magma fields, off toward the sands of Fuoco's pretty beaches. In no time, the Zunden had made it to the sandy reaches, the smell of salt water and volcanic ash mingling in the air. A shiver ran through the stallion, as he walked upon the sands, toward the water's edge. He missed Firefly. After their little rendezvous, he hadn't seen much of the Lord's daughter. Had she not wanted to talk to him? Was she ashamed of what they had done? Frowning at his thoughts, Ciar hadn't realized until that point that he walked into the waters, the small waves lapping at his knees.

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malice&ciar
five hundred two
open to anyone, but looking for tox with firefly
taking over me [evanescence], faraway [nickleback]

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[/size][/i] what made you want to have this kind of life?


Fresh, stinging and raw, her chest ached with freshly bitten wounds as her belly was heavy with a foal, an unwanted and abomination of a foal. She was cold as her coat was sparsely thick, her ribs showed as did the outlining muscle for she had barely any fat. There was no reason to eat, depression had settled over the young mare like a plague. Gnawing away at her mind and heart, she couldn't take much more as the anxiety and panic attacks worsened, she couldn't really hold them off or make them stop as easy now. Her chest was a festering, open wound with self inflicted bites as she tried harder and harder to make them stop, it was only causing herself more and more pain.

There were times when she wondered if it was really worth it, keeping herself alive until the foal was born. This foal had caused her life to spiral into an even greater depression than the one she was already plagued by. Sometimes she wondered if keeping the foal was worth it. She could kill it, it was vulnerable to her pyromaniac tendencies for it's own were underdeveloped and it was defenseless. It relied on its mother for life, food and shelter. And she was barely offering it any.

She was going in no particular direction, she had no sense of direction. She never had. She had always let some inner sense, some type of something that always lead her where she needed to be. Where she was bound to end up. In her mind, where she was needed to be was where she would end up. She didn't really care what happened in her life anymore, she was at the edge and she knew it. She could sense it.

"She's killing me," Rasped, strained and cracked, her voice held no emotion. She had no emotion left anymore these days. Every passing day, her wall that contained her emotions thickened and built up. The dam between the brink of spilling it all out was becoming further from breaking and she didn't care. She didn't care anymore.

"I knew you'd be here," Iced, frozen, her voice was immersed with void and solemn. Her small frame was taken up by the shadows, just as she liked it, as he stood in the frozen depths of the sea as it lapped at his legs, she shook her head slowly even though he was unlikely to see her. "You're going to catch a chill." Giving a frail flicker of her ashen tail, the mare never gave ground with her dull red gaze.
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MUSE IC ! xx
MUSE ! kind of iffy.
SPEECH ! 8f0000
CHARACTERS ! firefly
OTHER !

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