the truth is we're just a bunch of kids
wanting to know what love is

xxx

^subtle steps carried the stallion through the fatal darkness, his chassis still bared the lightened scar that ran across his bosom, thank the damn humans for that. duos twitched lightly as he moved through the thickets of trees that bordered this in-brilliant terrain. lenses glanced up, the night was navy, an inky black, dotted with the most brilliant of stars. he halted. dome now tilted aft to view the constellations that were painted among many in the sky, silken iridescent light glittered and reflected in his lenses as he looked up. what a sight to behold my boy what a sight to behold.

^silence grew more and more as he inched his way through the terrains. slowly but surely he was determined, but for what? who cared. pinions crumbled the grasses that lay beneath his rugged pinions that strolled along. zephyrs caressed his russet chassis, almost willing it to dance with it, he started again, cantering that is, dancing with the breezes. his pinions chanted, more more! they beckoned him to keep going, to the end of the earth, there was nothing to live for anymore, nothing at all. everything anyone ever told his was fake... a lie. oh sure, we'll help you with that my little boy! yes i'll do this, i'll do that. but did anyof that ever get done? no. never. and that's probably why i'm like this now.

^he slowed. his rugged pinions now drifted through the navy eve, a long trot fled from his chassis as he moved along. duos flickered. waiting for just something to cross his path... anything, anything at all. halted, the stallion stood there, his chassis had formed a thin film of sweat by his bosom and flanks, so another words he was cooling himself out. between breaths his lenses flickered up, the ivory globe hung there, watching him like a predator stalks it's prey... almost taunting we shall say. he glanced down to the dead grasses, a frosting of snow had become of them, to the near and off side of the stallion grew colossal tree stalks, some had crib marks scarred within their bark others were near perfect. he moved toward one of the trees. dome rubbed against it, soothing an itch that was made by the perspiration by his throatlatch.

^darkness now blanketed the terrain, and being in the wasteland of trees didn't help much either. a cloud. it strung itself over the moon, almost as if it were protecting it from the cold of the night. the cloud, the foggy, musty clouds, he could relate. they were the only ones who he could relate to, they were the only ones who he could talk to, because they would listen. but they too lied to him... they told him everything would be okay, it was fine, don't listen to anyone else. but now he is alone thanks to those damn clouds. alone... and at peace finally.

^he sighed. a long depressing sigh that could only mean one thing: he was tired of being so alone all the time, just once would he like to have someone just to talk to, just once. but that once probably would not come seeing as he could just stay here for hours waiting, no one would come, he knew that. but it's still good to have a dream right? we can't answer that for you... but keep your hopes high my boy keep your hopes high.

xxx

and live life like there will never be
a second chance

[.x.] The iridescent moonlight shines down in a silvery pool upon the viridian geo, carpeted with thousands of leaves and pine needles. From the inky shadows appears a high-stepping femme, dark pelt rippling under the ghostly light. Crown is thrown upward to gaze in the still, silent, darkened firnament, dotted with millions of twinkling ivory lights. Her dazzling pools, now filled with wonder and awe at the magnificent sight above her, seek out the constellations, orbs tracing their familiar lines with a practised grace. A flicker of a smile passing across her chocolate-painted kissers, the elegant bruja sidesteps slightly and breaks into three-beats, flints falling upon the geo swiftly and silently, navigating around and over fallen trees and rabbit holes with enviable agility. Racing through the pines, darting and twisting as she frolicks like a young flicka, Abeona slides to a sudden halt as her gaze is drawn to a figure, silhouetted against the pale evening light. Taking a tentative step forward, sonar pricked forward curiously, the sorrel belle advances slowly toward the brujo, wondering whether or not he is, in fact, another equine, or just a figment of her overactive imagination, [.x.]

Sorry its really short, but Abeona is a new charrie so I don't really know what she's like yet. =D