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[bg=#150517] Solitarily the painted stallion grazed in the sheltered place of Liberta’s largest meadow, neck arched to the ice hardened ground. Ever so often one of his long stilts would paw the ground in hopes to unearth the sparse vegetation underneath, but other than this he did not make much movement. Scared of My Shadow found not much problem with the winter months, save for the lack of grasses, but the cold air was a welcome relief to the plaguing warm months that would seen follow. The shifting snows always reminded him of his son’s pelting, as well as his own. Raising his head from feeding, dished nostrils flared, mind wandering to the thoughts of Rose. Was she awake at this hour? Hollow was not terribly far from where they usually bedded, but he could never quite tell if his mate was stirring, due to her natural soundlessness. His tail flicked mindlessly, dashing droplets of ice into the air. Light eyes tracked the scenery as though in search, but the stag soon returned to his grazing without incident. If Rose were not awake, he did not wish to disturb her. Levi, though quite the mannered foal, still was prone to keeping her from sleeping most nights. He wanted her well rested, though it was more difficult than his own sleeping, undisturbed by their foal. Petaled ears swiveled in inquiry, but once more the surroundings returned him with nothing for thought. Hollow briefly wondered about the rest of the herd and their own tasks. Where was Lassan, for one? Usually the stag would be seen when Hollow himself awoke to graze, but today he had caught naught a sight of their leader. Strange, truly, though between the two of them less than a handful of words had been exchanged. It was something that he should have sought to mend a while ago. Despite having become more social through the year, the stag still had trouble conversing with those who were not his mate. Ice Rose had a habit of encouraging his speech while not becoming overbearing as other equines were want to do. The mixed breed was still not accustomed to having others around him, and in Liberta, most kept to themselves. It was rare you even shared your grazing hours with another, thought he size of the herd was something to remark on. Once more, Hollow raised his dished head to look out over the meadow. When was the last time he left this place? It seemed so much like home to him, yet, at the same time, a place he hardly knew. With the rest of the isles in turmoil, it was best to stay close in the borders, where he could watch his son and mate. Raising his head to the heavens, his eyes tracked the progress of one of the many ravens that patroled the lands. Another one of the residents he hardly spoke to, not being a warrior or of any similar standing. The stallion, though having fought before, was not one to ask for rank, was not one to simply speak, and thus was merely a member of the herd. His petaled ears once more flicked, eyes clouding in contemplation. A life he had to live, this was true, with love in his heart. The love was something he cherished most of all, due to the nature of his life elsewhere. The past that haunted all, that lorded over his nightmares. Waking and sleeping, his remembered temptation’s call, the call into darkness. He had chosen the light. Now, he stood, in Liberta, wondering after his mate and his son. Wondering simply. His mind wandered far.

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[bg=#8e0000] Rose finally let her lids rise, as she glanced around in the morning sun filtering through tree branches that haven't found icicles on them quite yet. Rose felt the cold chill from her absence of her mate, but she was sure he had not strayed from her and their son, still his absence made her wonder where the stallion was at now. Rose lifted her head from it's tuck position, seeing the pinkish cream ball of her foal still napping. She was surprised she woke to her own accord, as the colt was still ever ready to cause some trouble, as minor as it was and he was truey mannered in a sensible way, it was just normal foal trouble, Usually woke her to another morning of adventure for him. But today, Levi was still asleep, the heavy breaths of the sleeping colt filled the air the encircled her audits. The sounds of that offered her relief, knowing that the colt was still real life, not some trickery dream her mind thought up. She glanced away from the still fast asleep foal, looking around in the tree clearing that was often most the time a place that Hollow and her had bedded themselves for night. It provided the shelter the family needed. A little snow littered the ground from the light participation that came last night, but barely any snow had touched the family itself. She looked as her son begun to stir slightly, but he remained asleep. The foal must have worn himself out for sleeping for so long, and she'd hate to wake him, but she didn't want to leave the foal there when she'd get up to go to great the morning. She laid her head down as if she was to go back to sleep. It wasn't too long after that, that the cold stood and walked around the shelter of trees before going back to his mother. Rose stood, reaching over to nuzzle the foal, a smile gracing the arabian features. "Good morning, Levi." and she received back the colt's affection as his mother with the colt snuggling up close to her and the words of "Morning, mommy". She glanced up, as she wonder once more as to where her mate had taken himself to. She stepped quietly outside the shelter of trees, the young colt still getting the night's rest out of him, stepping after his mother. Rose knew Hollow wouldn't be far from them, for he never strayed far. She knew the stallion wouldn't bare to leave his only child and his love behind even if it was something so temporary. She saw the sun stark-white coated horse of the stallion. Normally, the mare could easily step to the stallion and it take a moment for the stallion to realize that she was there, but Levi gave her away so often at the sight of his father to go greet him. Just as predicted, Levi flew up ahead of Rose suddenly, to his father, looking up at Hollow, standing proudly, greeting him in the same way as his mother. Rose smiled at the sight, walking up to Hollow. "Good morning, Hollow." She said in her gentle natured tone.

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[bg=#150517] The thinnest strands of memory sought to weave themselves into starved imagination, bringing thus forth something with strange resemblance to the days that had since passed him by. Recalling was, of natural sense, a regular enough practice, but the current feelings rushing forth were foreign and recalled at the same instantaneous moment. it was an odd feeling, as such, to recall things that did not feel as though they had actually taken place. The warm tang of the sea’s air dug into his being sharply, reminding him of the beaches of Spiagga Del Nord. There was the feel of salted water forcing its way into his jaws and down his throat. When his nostrils flared it was as he was then, the brute fighting his way from the pull of the surf, his squeal echoing throughout the beach. His strong legs kicked at the sands, forcing it to spray as he galloped madly. Everything had been a battle in those days, his mind fresh from the journeys, the boredom anchored so deeply into his skin. Another vision of the small, cramped stall he spent his days in. How young he seemed with his tantrums and fits, dashing humans into fences, the choke of the girth and pressure of the bit under tongue. These past seasons he felt aged, wise beyond what was normal, his body ill fit with youth as he stood his watch with fabricated patience. He was not to snap as he had in the past. It was not as though he longed for something he could never hope to obtain. His life in the sheltered corners of Liberta was complete as well as comfortable. Hollow had his family, so what more could he dream for? Scared of My Shadow craved nothing, simply allowing himself to wonder at the time the hollow gaps in his being could be filed. Only when Ice Rose was around could be no longer feel the dull throb of emptiness, her presence enough to get lost in. His nostrils flared once more to allow the ice to drench his lung, contemplating the moods that plagued him with a certain indifference. Hollow had never been able to quite understand the implications of emotion, least of all his own, for they were sporadic and at times trials. His dished head shook itself, the long trendils of his mixed mane bearing droplets that had collected in his stance upon the meadow. Ears flickered back to catch the approach of his son, the footfalls a familiar announcement of a ritual that was hardly without repeat. The cremello paint gave his son a smile of encouragement, bowing his head slightly. Even amongst his family he did not like the use of words, especially when is mind was clouded as it was on this day. Rose approached with little sound to offer the air, making the smile widen to touch the rest of his features with warmth seldom seen. Her audios rang warmly in his ears, a feeling he never could take for granted. 'Good morning, Rose.' Hollow did not try and hide the unease showing upon his features, knowing it well to be a pointless endeavour with his mate. She understood his moods, more so than even he did.

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[bg=#8e0000] There was not too much to the mare's make up of her history. She was born on the island. There wasn't much to that as to the rest of her. The mare had always been afraid of other horses for what her family had done to her, and she wished them ill since then, but wishing ill upon another only wished ill upon yourself from what she learned. But she still felt no need for her family of her past, who left her jaded and betrayed and she ran because of that. More over, she didn't trust a soul after that, holding the same bitter of her past family to anyone, but the pink filly only knew one thing in the sight of another that was disappear like a ghost, to take to hiding without question whether as to who it was, would they harm her, and so on. All she knew was that others caused her pain and to make sure she didn't feel anything anymore was to avoid them at all cost and was to hide her true self behind a wall of ice. And it work for her. She never had to face a thing, never had to feel pain of betrayal and pain of being outcasted, for pink was not a normal sight to those who never had a run in with elemental horses, though she still had yet to see one with as an odd coloring as she. She really was her own personal hell, but she found a way to block it out. But her past was as much as a ghost to her now as the brushing rush of wind, nothing but memory to haunt one's mind to chase around and be chased by. Things were different with the mare now. Life had always been a game of hide and seek, in which she always won at hiding for she never wanted to be found. That was until Hollow did find her. Their metting was something that worried her, as it did with any horse, but their was different. Where as she'd run at the moment escape came, she stood with him, spoke for only a moment, before the stallion left her be. It wasn't long after that that the two ran into each and into the leader of the lands in which she stood in now, Lassan, another horse she has gotten associated enough with to have a level of trust with him also. As to why she took up Lassan's offer to stay in his lands, she didn't even know, but she came to lands with Hollow that same day. From there, through a few little things, the two became what they are now. As Rose looked to her mate now, the unhidden troubled face of his showed. Even with what little words that were said between the two, she had understanding of a underlining emotions and moods, even under a thousand of faked faces, as she was one of those as well, who tried to hide her true face from the what the world offered. Though the pair exchanged few words, Rose would have asked as to what plagues him on this day, but prying ears that didn't need to hear such troubles were too close and she did rather hate prying.The fea curled her neck under his for the only comfort she knew she could offer him rightly without asking, as she looked at her son. Though he was almost a year she thought is was only good for him to not hear of the horrors of the world just yet. She knew that one day, they would have to tell the youth, as to prepare for anything that may happen in his own life, though she only prayed that nothing that happens to him would be as horrible or worse than what she or Hollow had faced. Things like so can twist a mind so badly that some things maybe unable to repaired. It was so much the truth with her, as she never had spoke much to begin with, from the past she once lead, it was obvious words were not her forte, nor was encounters with others. Even being in the Liberta lands for some time now, she couldn't quite bring her self to speak too often to the members, though she did try if she felt up to it. Hollow was more at ease with talking than her it seemed to her, though he chose himself to seldomly speak himself. Even though the pair did without words, their son seemed to always have words to spare and talked most the time that would be left without. The youth usually brought up things like questions as to why things were the way they were and spoke of things he may have done with another, topics that were common with foals. Rose was more than happy that the colt was able to do so, not falling to her weakness of being shy of others, like his sense of adventure and seeking knowledge spared him that.

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[bg=#73d3ff] Levi beamed up at his father as his father offered him a smile. He let out a small, sort of a half laugh before turning his attention to the beautiful surroundings around him. The place never change, thought the seasons com and go, the place always seem just as pretty as the last season. He shook his half grown mane, it only flopping to side to side, but not quiet laying down yet. He pranced before his father, watching the place they called home. As out of place as he noticed that his parents were of this place, they seemed to belong here more than anything. The thought of them not being here and somewhere else never even come across as worrysome to him. It was home, and home is where they would remain, together. He was glad that it was that way, for imagining it any other way to him was impossible. The colt twisted around back to his parents, and bounded to them after a moment of watch them stand together. "Hey, momma, daddy! What are we going today, huh?" He said with all the enthuisasim as the little colt could put forth. He always wondered as to what was next to happen in this life they had. He looked up as a caw of the birds aboved reached him. The colt giggled, fastinated for the moment. They were up so high, flying, and couldn't help but wonder why they could get so high up and he was left to the ground. "Daddy, momma, why can the birds be with the sky?" He asked in wonderment as he continued to stare up at them in awe. Well, knew somewhat. They had wings, he did not, but yet still it didn't help that he wondered what else held them up there. It had to be more than just their wings. For the moment, the boy was still, the blacken birds glide this way and that.

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[bg=#150517] Listening was one of the more minuet abilities that the stallion had been gifted with later in his life, a trait that had been painstakingly absent throughout most of his earlier years, were all judgement was dominated by his fiery temper. The ability to hear without bias and fully understand what was placed before him in idle conversation never wavered. Though the tongue was usually tied in its speaking, the throat not always able to yield even the simplest of words, there was the lending of an ear that he could not deny. Comprehension was more than a suit that he could shift, an interest that now drew him tightly to a string. The world around him was tuned in and out in succession to the moods that would captivate, but that was needless to say he heard it all. The breath of his mate, the heart of his son, the birds high above gifting the skies with their tongue. Perhaps this is what had saved the last of Hollow in the end. The final grains of his former being, the calculation that had not eroded when the horror waned. This was the last fabrics of his elusive other half that had all vanished within the span of a year or two. Gone was the ghost of the past, shattered like the glass of the windows he had broken. The smallest of scars under his pelting the isles could never see, not even the muzzle of his Rose could find. Superficial scars were gone, but still they hid where they could. Light oculars touched for the briefest moment upon the brilliantly hued hide of his mate before he allowed her perfectly fished head to fit itself under her neck. The embrace calmed the seas of his jumble thought for a moment, leading him to wonder about her own mind and its ailments. Tracking to the colt that relished in the morning light, he knew that he didn’t really seek an answer. Levi was a constant pressure on the both of them, though wanted, for sure, between them. The lands of Liberta, the lands of freedom, acted as a telling home for them all, rearing their son with the protection that Hollow knew was essential. Scared of My Shadow watched his son, as he did many a day, petaled ears pricked in intent, expression slipping into soft smile, in wondering at the smallest of things. The pale of his eyes wandered across that which had been given to the world in exchange for the love he had felt. Love manifested. Destiny had an odd way of returning to a horse, his own fate shattered the moment he washed ashore. It seemed to the stag that what remained of his former life was everlastingly sealed in blood. This blood that was now passed to the colt before him. The pale son he had fathered was growing more and more by the day, the spring urging it as the natural course. The brute’s nostrils flared with what could be counted as the sensation of pride, though it was more with the thought of knowing. The day would soon dawn upon them were Levi would have to fight his own demons without their added stance, just as he would have to deal with the shadows that hung endlessly over his family. Rose and himself were not broken, though in the days past it could be considered such, they were merely bent by the seasons that made their own paths. Their eyes had changed, the unspoken labors of the tongue silenced. Her past was something the solitary stallion did not press, the sparks of his pelting that he could not touch, the tainting he could not lift. It was not with the matter of his not wishing to listen, it was the thought of time and place. These fragmented experiences had sculpted them, made them who they were, without matter of how heavily it was worn on their back, broadcasting to the happiness that surrounded them as a family. Did their foal ever noticed the darkness behind the linings of silver? His pale eyes watched only the skies, the mouth ever motioning, ever asking of the clouds. Curiosity had been robbed of the stag himself, but the child seemed to be the embodiment of it. Levi was the spitting image of the childhood Hollow had never had. The warmth of his parents never witness. What was Levi thinking at these moments? Did he notice the silence knocking at the door? The emotions the foal transmitted were never of negative nature. The young colt was, however, sheltered quite completely in the recesses of the herd’s lands, never knowing the horror of existence and its tribulation. Outside the borders of the Terra was a world entirely unlike the one that here they shared, a world of twisted nature that Scared of My Shadow was reluctant to allow his son ever to ever. Age was something that was inevitable, but hard for the mind to swallow. Wisdom was something that could not be taught, even with the questions that poured so fruitfully. Hollow knew full well his son would have to be let go eventually, would have to judge the world through his own eyes. The stallion would have to be able to allow the colt to do what actions that he may, despite the boldness or rashness of such things. The habitual When? The thought was a haunting upon his mind, a wraith that wandered through the days. It was a plague that stalked him day to day. How much time did they hold in their minds? Time was never something he liked to ponder, but ponder he did. He listened to the colt then, to the wanderings and babblings, the thoughts that were gifted from the tongue. A sense of wonder, almost, for the small things that were completely lost upon the stallion. 'The birds belong with the sky,' Hollow sometimes was at a lose of how to explain things to his son, especially when he asked things of the birds, of the skies. 'Just as you belong with the earth.' There was a doubt that he son would be pleased with this answer, as he very rarely was. The streak of intelligence was fed like a vine through ceaseless questions, endless inquiries that left the stag wondering if there were a tongue like his in the entire Isles. Certainly, Levi spoke enough for both of his parents, wondering things in the way of a foal that neither of them had previously comprehended. Or, so it was with the stallion's own method of thinking. His arched neck drew his mate closer to him, inhaling her scent in comfort. As long as she was near, there was no need for his criticism. Though melted, and his love hung unspoken between them. Speaking would come another day, conversation would occur in the darkness where little ears could not capture. Hollow had the thought that the future was starting to bear witness, the past was winding itself as though to strike once more, poison. Never could it touch what he had made here. Never could it catch up with him in the recesses of the isles. The stag let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, eyes tracking the skies, the darkness of feathers on air. He was glad he could not fly. The world was hard enough without having to watch the skies.

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