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[Randa]

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Waking to the sounds of a few winter birds chirping nearby I easily slide from the hiding spot I have been living in these past few weeks. During my time here, I have encountered no one save the winter birds and until today I have quite honestly preferred it that way. I have been in need of time to mend my broken heart and tattered soul and I have had many months to do so, but the few weeks I have been in this new place I have healed in leaps and bounds. There has been no one to question whether or not I am okay, how I am doing, or anything of the sort; I am most grateful though for not seeing his traitorous form lurking about in the shadows any longer despite what my imagination tells me.

Dark blue eyes take in the sight of little brown birds hopping through the light snow that must have fallen while I slept and a smile plays on my delicate lips at the sight of their antics. ”Good morning to you as well dear birds.” I greet them happily, the world seeming so much brighter than it has in months. They peer up at me, their features surprised but friendly and I chuckle lightly before nodding my head to them and moving along to find something to break the fast with.

Several minutes pass by before I find something suitable but I am grateful regardless, as I always have been. Why everyone expected my personality to alter itself so entirely is beyond my comprehension I suppose. Brushing away the thoughts of what is in the past and what will remain there, I smile once more and shift my weight to use my right hoof to dig for the grass I smell. This patch is not quite as dead as the rest, which I do find odd, but I will not question it. Lowering gracefully down, I munch happily my eyes drifting closed as I let my ears do the watching though I have not come across anyone just yet I know surprises happen. A melody begins to play in my head that my mother used to hum to me and I find myself beginning to hum after a few minutes of munching and I move off to stretch my legs some more, humming all the while.

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[Khar ♣]

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Change was spreading once again. Like an infection, going from land to land with little hesitation. He could feel it in the air, a tangible difference that held no proper name. The cataclysm of fire had nearly rendered the land lifeless but Mother Nature had quickly recovered. It left an enticing vacancy for what was lost to return once more. Of course it began like a slow trickle but it was growing with an increasing ferocity he could almost taste. Tuathia was rebuilding itself from the ash. Rising up with a returning glory that commanded a new sense of respect – especially for the few who remembered what it had been. The cruel and untamable land had altered into an enticing blend of both security and adventure… beckoning the homeless to claim it’s wonder for their own. Terenas first discovered this fact with the chance meeting in the Glade, the dappled mare Denali having come to the lands a lost wanderer. It was as if the land herself was drawing them in with her potential – replenishing it’s population of equines to dominate her once more. It was a subject of mixed feeling for the young black stallion. While he took comfort in the fact that the fire didn’t completely kill his lands, it was discomforting to see all the change at once; the transformation of land and then strangers laying claim. He knew it was the way of things.

He also knew it would never sit completely right with him.

Emerging from his hiding place amongst the ruins, he ventured forth once again – no solidified purpose in mind. He had grown weary yet again in the shadows of his lands, refusing the company of the mares he shared it with, and decided it was time to… well… explore. Tuathia had changed almost completely since the fire, the land reshaped and molded practically beyond recognition. The familiar territories had become nothing more than lost memories that only a few still possessed. These memories would eventually fade along with the true history of the land. The feuds would remain but the purpose behind them were no more than ash disappearing into the westerly winds. As the new faces came pouring in a new history was to be made and Terenas could do nothing to stop it. Though admittedly sometimes he didn’t want to. Every part of him simply wanted to forget the course of events that had lead him to this pinnacle in his life, the happenings that took place to grant him the crown of Light Alpha. Constantly he was tormented by it, his mind wreaking havoc at every turn – laying guilt on him so deep that he could feel himself drowning in every waking moment.

Though of course this, to at least some degree, would never leave him; the emotional scar had been engraved so deep that his inner being would never be what it had been before. Tuathia could change all it wanted, but Terenas was a fixated point that couldn’t be altered. No matter when his weakness shined through and change was all he desired. Even then, he knew he would sooner or later resign to his fate… to bear with it with whatever dignity he had left. The black stallion looked up from the trail he tread, his eyes setting upon a vast body of water, the edges frozen in a thin layer of ice but the rest of the mere too colossal to ever freeze completely. It’s deep blue hue, glittered with the morning sun drifting over the basins setting, the peaks rising smoothly up to great the lightening sky. Standing upon one of the smaller passes at it’s utmost height, he looked down the steady slope to see a small stretch of grassland below him. The trees were scattered loosely enough that he could swear he spotted someone down there, though it was too distant to tell. For several moments he stood, still in the snow, squinting down to decipher it’s shape… but finding it pointless he began his decent down towards the object of his mild curiosity.

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T E R E N A S
It's like a movie playing over in my head...
...don't wanna look cause I know how it ends.

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[Randa]

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The crisp morning air sends another chill down my spine as I venture further than I have since I first entered these lands during the dead of winter. My wonderings thus far have been limited because of the weather’s severity and my cautious personality. Though I love to meet others I do tend to struggle at first simply because my mother did not allow me to meet many others for the longest time believing that they would somehow taint the way she raised my sisters and I. Naturally I wish she had allowed me more time away from her side or the sides of my sisters, but I cannot go back in time and change what has already been done, so today I am exploring to force myself into conversation with a stranger. I can only hope that stranger receives my friendly advances in the best of ways.

A gentle breeze curls my waved tassels about my raven-snow features and I almost miss the sight of a stallion nearby as the dark wisps block my vision. Tossing my head I stare up in his direction, his features indiscernible from this great of a distance but the wind tells me his gender and I choose to take comfort in that small piece of knowledge. Not wishing to invite even more disaster than I have already experienced in my life, I head in his direction but do not call out as I do not know his purpose or his intentions.

Noting that he is heading my direction I slow my pace just a bit, not wanting to reach him too quickly in case he had not noticed me from his vantage point before. A few more minutes pass before I glance his way again and decide that we are close enough that I can call out but far enough apart that I will be able to run should the need arise. Releasing a light nicker into the atmosphere, I summon an easy smile to my lips and keep walking toward him. ”Greetings, my lord.” My words escape, their cadence more formal than most use I have noticed, but I will not change my mannerisms without just cause and meeting a stranger does not fall under ‘just cause’.

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