[.+.]The wind rushed over the decending topography like the waves of the ocean rippling over it's sain surface. The azure gleam to the glorious skies was reflected off the shimmering alabastor of the radiant vix. Gentelly three-beating over the hills and across the lushness of the emerald grass, her pistons seemed to float above them. Her Lippizan heritage flashing through her elegant beauty, instantly catching the eyes of any creature amidst the terra. Amber pools seductively calm and compassionately set in her finely defined cerebrum. Ivory banners so satiny that as she flew beneath the sun they caught it's radiance alone and could send the shiver down anyone's spine. Her lithened nape arched regally on her strong shoulder's, the minx slowed and carefully halted, not a sound upon the geo as her flints finally seiced their mesmorizing movements.

Her tassels fluttered down upon her still nape. Glancing about her carefully, Aurora bent her knees in a high stepping two-beat, almost lazily she wandered about the lands. Curiously pausing at distinct flowers and snorting as the pollen filled her nares. Sqeeling in laughter as a bumblebee flew up from one she walked amongst the trees. Birds chirping mearily in their branches, singing their own song down to the vix. She plundered forward stopping beneath a drapping willow, letting it's leaves cascade over her curvatures. Serenly dozing beneath the willow she barely caught the sound of approaching hoofbeats.

'e stood beneath the shadow of a willow tree.
the lone stag was no threat to any femme.
towers flickered, hearing another equine.
paper thins flared, taking in 'er scent.
orbs spotted the maiden, watching 'er silently.
speechless and frozen.
an elegant beauty, 'he was.
a beauty like 'is first love.
'e was almost just as mesmerized by 'er.

thoughts drifted back to his memories.
once happy.
now full of sorrow.
a time where 'e thought 'e had loved.
maybe it wasn't what 'e thought.
probably just some sick and twisted game.
they weren't memories anymore.
they almost seemed like nightmares even.

cran shook in slight annoyance.
it was time,
time to move on.
time for a change.
time to finally let her go.

'e started to move forward,
but paused when something cold touched 'is fetlock.
water.
cranium tipped to the side, looking down at the small stream.
had 'e been in too much of a daze to notice?
'e snorted loudly before moving again.

uncomfortable silence.
'is lanky crimson frame stopped a short distance from the resting minx.
'e was once a cocky arrogant colt.
so 'e plastered on the fake facade,
ignore the pain and heartache.
a nicker rumbled from deep within 'is chest,
while a cocky smirk eteched it's way across 'is maw.

|'lo maiden.|

The belle wondered in and out of the tall timbers that soared above her, watching over her spirit with love and aw. From the gold to the emerald, and the blue with the gleaming yellow, the almost reverberating aura of her hue floated above the now so seemlessly unperfected colors. The foliage swirled down in springtime newness, golden, ruby, and orange leaves fluttered down around her, replaced with the shining surfices of emerald colored leaves of every size and shape imaginable. Woven tassels creeped along her bending neck as she two-beated in plentiful serenity among the tall grass and bushes, hidden in the dense greens above. Obsidian flints pummeled the ground in perfect rhythm, each step the same in equal precision. A contended smile fixed on her maw as her oculars shone with brilliant joy as she simply enjoyed every pretense of life that was available to her at that moment in time. Flawlessly aware that she was not alone, she continued on, should one be intrested, let them come. She was not desperate, she had the attitude about her that claimed no more than a simple calling of compassion and pride. She was prideful, unwilling to give up a decision she had foreseen as great, unwilling to give up what thoughts she considered true, right, and purposeful. The maiden would never give her life to the hands of someone else, she was her own person, her own spirit, her own heart and soul. No one may ever rule her, as many said, yet she was different, she would not give in.

Yet then she heard it. A faint splash as hooves stepped in water. Though Aurora stopped in her strutting fashion, that seductive smile still lingered on her librims, though her eyes filled with curiosity. Then the lanky form of a crimson brute filled her path before her. Though there was something missing in his fake cocky smile, something missing in the unreal features that set upon his facade. The smiled slipped off her features, but the flame danced on in his oculars. Finally there it was, the pain, the agony. Somehow she resisted rolling her orbs, for this stag was different, he did not wallow in his saidness but attempted to rage on, to fight it, to control it. So in politness of his integrity and strength she nodded her tiara, closing her pools momentarily as her maw dipped inches then returned to its regal height.

"And to you stag."

She said with confident curiosity. Though he attempted to hide it, she saw everything he mourned, everything he wished he still had. He just saw her beauty, nothing more, for his mind was focused upon other things, of things he wanted more than her. For what she saw, his words were to be slick and thoughtful she could already tell what he wanted, and for that, it wasn't her.

call me Aidan, if you please.

there was something different about 'er.
something more than 'er outter beauty.
but what, 'e wasn't sure.
nor was 'e sure if 'e really wanted to know.
knowing would only mean becoming closer.
becoming closer would mean to trust each other.
there were few 'e trusted.
and less that trusted 'im,
but what was trust,
someone always got betrayed in the end.
'is sire had caused most of 'is distrust from others.
the lights didn't want a neutral to live in their lands.
though, Aidan was trying to become more light.
'e used to crave to be a dark.
that phase had passed,
along with the filly 'e used to risk 'is life for.
the lights still didn't trust 'im.
they hadn't known about him trying to become dark,
so they didn't trust 'im because of that.
the blame had been forced 'pon 'im,
it shouldn't, but it did.

'is orbs scanned over the maiden once more.
'e almost told 'er of 'is true title,
how 'e was Illishar's only son,
heir of the light lord.
but titles meant nothing to 'im,
so 'e bit 'is tongue
so why should 'e tell 'er,
it may chase 'er away,
or it may be 'er only reasoning to stay with 'im,
so 'e kept it to 'imself.
it was better off this way.

from this moment on 'e would start over..
'is smirk faded slightly as 'e watched 'er.
it was almost as if 'he was trying to figure 'im out.
that was the impression 'e got.
'e didn't really mind.
let 'er try to figure 'im out.
cran lifted and held and a respectful height.
'he wouldn't get much just from 'is appearance.


this time, 'e smiled at 'er.
not one of 'is trademark smirks,
and it wasn't fake,
but a true smile.
maybe 'e'd give 'er a chance,
just to get to know 'er.
'e didn't want to be alone,
and everyone deserved a second chance, right?
if 'he would allow it,
they could become companions.
'e didn't want to dominating over 'er,
or controlling,
like what other beasts did.
'e wouldn't force 'er to go with 'im,
the choice was all 'ers.

If you'd wish it, i can offer you a home. a place of freedom and protection.

The maiden lifted her rediant tiara, eyeing him in somewhat perpetual distrust. It was true, she searched him from his hard, fake exterior, to the deep core within his heart, but for one reason. He gave off the essence of pain, there was something he was hiding, something he did not wish to tell her. Somehow, she was alright with that, after all, he didn't even know of her alias. Why should he trust her? He had no reason to. Nor did he give her the reason to trust him, he gave off only the impression that he was trying, trying yet failing to achieve the persona he thought should be his. Trying...but failing, miserably. There was always the past hidden in the eyes of others, and as she saught him out, he let the answer live on his sleeves. For his past haunted him, he once lived in a darkened world, benign to love and compassion, passive to the essence of beauty and caring, they were non-existant. And now, as he so attempted to restrain that and allow what he wanted to suddenly flow through him as a miracle, he failed. She saw him for what he really was, not what he was trying to be. Yet she did not judge him, whether he be called Dark, brutal, or careless, to she, he was Aidan. Simply Aidan, for she knew nothing more about him besides the fact that he had approached her and lacked the skills to skillfully persuade her into coming with him.

She squared herself, perfect lineage beautifully shown as she faced him, with more courage than she had intended. But her bold stature was simply a way of telling him, she understood, that she alone, would not judge him, he should worry not over what his title was, or who he used to be, now, he was Aidan. Forever into eternity. Her sweet vocals toned the surrounding air and his sonars as she sang softly into the eternal air.

"Then for me it is Aurora."

She paused, yet it was clear she was about to go on. Yet he cut her off, so suddenly with an offer that she was slightly taken aback. The shock must have shown on her sweet expression as she took a slight step backwards, almost unnoticeable to the naked eye. Her deep chocolate pools gazed at him curiously. Something was missing, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was gone. Something essential, something that he needed in order to survive. The question was, would he allow her to find out?

"You are too forward. You have given me nothing more than a name and the means to distrust you. Why is it that you are so unwilling to speak?"

Aurora did not mean, to coin the phrase, "Cats got your tongue", but that he would not give off the emotion to speak to her. Let her into his thoughts and feelings, why was he so passive to her? So distant? So perpetually unkind? What had she done, or more blatently, what had he done?

towers pressed forward listening to her sweet song,
it rang painfully in his ears,
hearing just as sweet of a song before.
betrayal strung along with the chords, something he was to deaf to realize.
it was not fair to lay all the blame upon his once beloved, the blame also lay with him.

the maiden caught his attention with her soft lyrics once more.
Aurora.
the name etched itself into his mind.
even having to repeat it to himself a few times to remember.
ah, but he wouldn't forget.
was he trying to impress her?
he didn't think so, and if he was, it seemed he needed to try harder,
she didn't seem too impressed, just somewhat curious.

maybe it wasn't that he was trying to impress her,
maybe he was just the fact that he was looking for something to accept him,
for all he could be,
for his faults,
and for his points.
nothing more, and nothing less.
just him.
you see what you get, kind of deal.

towers pressed back as orbs watched her faulter,
had he been to rash? to sudden? to unadvised?
he hadn't thought at all, acted on impulse.
he caught the almost unnoticed step. had he scared her?
crown quickly lowered, pistons taking a few steps from the maiden beauty.

please forgive me, i am a bit rash, not thinking before i speak, its an unworthy trait.

he paused, did he want to tell her?

a bad experience in the past, you could say.

of course, he'd probably given her less of a reason to trust him now, with his few words.
he could see it in her eyes, he startled her.
that wasn't his plan at all.
he simply wanted the company.
someone who wouldn't judge,
somebody who would just let him be.
and that somebody he saw in her.
or maybe he was acting on impulse again.
but it was the way she held herself, full of courage and respect,
her stance, and the boldness of her words,
that he admired her for.

and maybe,
one more time,
just once more,
he'd allow himself to open up.
to let her know the real him.
the small flame that still burned within him.
the small flicker of hope that was still alive.

instead of waiting for her to ask something of him,
he decided to tell her something.
his intense chocolate orbs fell onto hers,
almost waiting for her to run from him.
and when she didn't move,
his intense gaze shifted elsewhere.

i am the son of a blessed and of a cursed. A simple mistake of their so called love.

he began, the word 'love' being spoke in a distasteful way.
it sounded bitter on his tongue.
what was love?
was it giving someone your heart and watching them tear it up into pieces?
if so, Aidan could say he loved once.
but in all reality he didn't know what love was, or why others thought it so great.
it had only brought him pain and misery.
maybe it hadn't been love at all.
Finally he was coming to that realization

The bold vix never took her deep pools from the dusturbed gaze of her battling opponent. He never once faltered in his exterior appearance, but his eyes deceived him. Pain, suffering, the intellectual statue was replaced by deep misery, one that controlled him, the thick mastermind of his coarse actions. So distant was he from her that she became suddenly perturbed by him. But she remained indignant, keeping herself square, calm, collected. She let none of his foolish, self-pitying game seeth through her broad exterior. Therefore, her courage provailed the harshness of his actions, such actions that stole her heart and soul, that confined her inner beauty to tears. For him? One could never know. Ivory as the sky was blue, the sun, how radiant it was, yet was it noticed? Indeed not, for not an eye could linger on another being than the captivating frame of the bella. A sheer aurora in herself, she was both to aurora borealis inside and out. Commonly known as the aurora, spectacularly designed as a regal soul. The beauty prtrayed a sense of dignity and of bold courage. Never did they fall from her stature, in features or body, she continued to stand tall, facing him, with as much courage as she could sum forth. He deserved it, that was all she knew of.

Ah love, what was undeniably the downfall of many great lives. For other befell the rash learnings they had become to know of as foals. To love and forget all, to love and be lost in it, to love and to die from it. For it killed, it was vicious, menacing, a bloodthirsty cry of hunger for other souls. She hardly moved at all, four lean limbs squared beneath her, tiara held high, sonars perched forward intelligently. Soft brown eyes understanding, everything, everything. And there was the pain beneath his eyes, which she pitied. Though obvious her almost invisible step had been seen, she gave no indication of it. A change seemed to come over her, a sudden belief of himself, for as this took hold of her, she took bold steps towards him, even as he receaded to stand away from her. She moved, almost nose to nose with him, face to face with the pain he felt. Not once did her expression flicker, not once did she falter in her stance, only once she had heard him finish and had thought through the process of thought, did her soft tunes bless the air.

"Those who fear love say it is a mistake. One who is ashamed of their past say it was bad. Why do you linger on this, when there is so much more in life?"

She studied him with determined incredulity, trusting him with everything she could say she knew. No matter the consequences, no matter the further pain it may cause her. She faced the pain head on, why he did not attempt this also, it was beyond her.

his lingering gaze shifted back to her as she spoke.
was she hinting that he was afraid and ashamed?
he snorted.
towers flickered forward then slightly back.
he wasn't ashamed of his past, but he wasn't proud either.
he was indifferent.
and afraid?
there was nothing for him to fear.
he'd never had a reason to fear.

I know nothing of what else is to come of this life. The only thing Ii've known is bertayal from others.

he watched her with unsure eyes as she took steps toward him.
what was she doing?
he stood still, curious.
he dared not move as she stopped.
his breath caught in his throat, almost to scared to exhale.
for if he did, he was almost sure that they would touch.
how she would react? he wasn't willing to test her to find out.
he wasn't even sure how he would react to it.
maw parted, somewhat hushed yet deep lyrics were released.

How much has life given you?

Aurora smiled softly, twin towers pointed intelligently upon Aiden. She wished not to be rude, nor portruding in on things he did not ask her to invade on. But how to resist when he gave her no reason to? She was determined, too much so for her own good. Yet there was something behind the mask this stallion wore, that intrigued her. Pushed her to want to know more of him, to not just view what was sadly worn on his exterior, but the beauty within. For this, she remained boldy before him, defying him with love in her heart for him, simply for him to understand that so did she.


"What past life has done to me is not the purpose of this conversation, is it?"

Though slightly short and curt, she would not let him invade in her small speech, therefore, before he could part his librims to intrude, she cut across him and began again.

"So indeed you live in fear of past doings and do not even try to open up to the future. Not even to someone who barely knows who you are, yet still, cares for you so much?"

She shook her head in some disapprovment, yet once more, continued on.

"Of course there is always the obvious answer of, 'Why should I trust you?' but the answer is: What have I done to cause you distrust?"

From this, she let him speek, though not leaving her determined post before him. Deep eyes bore into his, demanding, asking for him to lay his trust in her, for the answer, she would not be sure of, until his flaws provailed him.

"Not of your past, but yet you wish to know of mine?"

Aidan couldn't help the smirk that laced upon his lips.
She was sneaky, he was almost positive.
He might have to be careful of her later on.

So he was admiting to himself and to her a little more, maybe he was afraid.

"The only thing I fear is hurting another I love,"

he pasued, not sure how to continue.
that was what he feared most.
for his past love, he lived in fear of being caught, or being killed.
and it killed him to hurt her like he had.
He knew that Auroua was different, but he still wasn't trusting.
It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but rather he didn't trust himself.
He didn't want to hurt her.

as her words gently fell upon his towers, he looked at her slightly puzzled.
did that mean she cared for him?
that coudn't be.
or could it?
maybe it was wishful thinking on his part.

"tell me, who is it you speak of?"

he questioned, wanting to know if his earlier thoughts were right.

his gaze never lingered from her once they're gazed locked.
he became more comfortable with her presence,
even allowing himself to relax some.
he saw something in her eyes,
trust.
but he still wasn't sure.
he was a little gun shy, you could say.
he let his eyes fall from the beauty's demanding gaze,
focusing on anything but her.
he spoke up once more,

"You've done nothing in the ways of distrust toward me."

"Ah but I have yet to ask you what your past was, Aidan. I only inquired of why you lingered on this subject, not a detailing of your past outline."

The sly minx returned his smirk with one of her own. A sheer sign of unwillingness to accept his cheekiness and arrogance. Who was he to think that his toiling games could affect her? Honestly...'A fool.' Oh yes, she was a sly sloth of cunning will, though sweet and beautiful she was on the outside, there was more to her than just good-looks. She had proven this with her remarks, intelligent and so unpredictable, perhaps she was not the fae he thought she was....oh no, there was so much more in store for him.

"But there is more to love that you fear. There is compassion and willingness to sell your soul to them. Love is a complex adoration, to fear love is to fear the world. You may as well perish."

Aurora added bluntly. Love was the soul source of the world about them. Love was the baseline of new creation, for to support the earth about them, creatures must inhabit it, without love no more creatures would be born. Alas, the world has come to it's end of life. 'The fool. She shook her head from side to side lightly, how could he be this stupid?

"I speak of the only one who has never judged you and is yet to do so, even though you are quite refusing to open up to her."

Her deep chocolate pools of a shimmering bright glass softened extremely. She showed him compassion when none other would, she gave him a reason to open up to her. He could trust her, she had done nothing but help him thus far, why was there any reason to fear? Fear? And Aurora Borealis is a beautiful vision, something captivating and intrigueing, there is nothing to fear in a world of lights. So as these thoughts invaded her mind she decided to use them in her speech, they were perfect, this she could comprehend.

"And aurora is a beautiful and harmless thing. Some consider it a miracle. Some..a sign of trust. A pathway into the future, a good-luck charm. There is nothing to fear in a world of lights, the aurora is a way to guide your path into what you can be."

Damn her.
She was too cunning and making himself sound like a damned fool.
A small scowl settled upon his facade, not directed at her just mostly at himself.
How idiotic he sounded!
And what a fool she must think of him.
Banner flicked at his hocks in a swift annoyed fashion.
He decided not to sound any more foolish and clamped his mouth shut.
If she wished to know why he lingered on the past, he would tell her.
Eventually.
As she spoke about love, he laughed.
His scowl was gone and all that showed was his amused smirk.

"There is more to love than you know, dear Aurora."

Of course there was the fact she hadn't been in love with a dark whom was destined for the throne.
She would be foolish to think that love was nothing to fear.
Why give up your heart and soul when the one you love could easily turn on you?
It was something to fear entirely.
Adian had been crushed by said love.
Though it was his own doing.
And again rose the question, perhaps he hadn't been in love.
Perhaps it had merely been lust or even infatuation.
For it to hurt him so bad, he'd hate to think what real love could do.

She was wrong.
To fear the world would not be the death of him.
Love could be the death of him.
To fear the world, he wouldn't be giving anyone the option of hurting him.
He could live a hurt free life.
It would be a lonely life but that was something he could handle.

"Such a beauty, one could easily kill with looks alone, and yet you except me to trust you just from your word? Words are hardly trustworthy. You say you care! You hardly know who I am. How can one care so?"

His expression relaxed as his eyes took in her softened look.
For all he knew, she could be another dark.
One feigning the role of a light.
It was highly doubtful, but he'd been wrong before in his assumptions.
He would let her know anything she wanted of him.
He had nothing to hide anymore.
He was so cynical about love.
Aurora was the exact opposite of him in more ways than one.
He kept his smirk as he stared at her.
He was dying to know her answer.
Could she trust so easily?
"Do you trust me?"

Thus, I was finished.
There was nothing more I could say to him.
I did not want to pity him for his unfortunate deeds, but what else could I do?

>>My heart went out to him, but I knew he would never catch it.