[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/middle-17.png] Everything had been destroyed lately. All of the trust she had finally gained in a stallion for the first time in a long time was snatched out from under her...without even a goodbye. The little black mare no longer felt like she was were she belonged and she didn't really know what to do with her life. Before she was happy wandering about the lands aimlessly because she had friends and someone who she had cared for. But now, now he was gone, gone forever most likely. The handsome dappled steed left without even a glance over the shoulder after he admitted to her that he had a new mare...a sigh slid from the mare's ebony velvets, the other mare was probably prettier, with a perfect pelt. And no scars. Definitely no scars. Why would anyone want an imperfect mare? Richka knew, had always known, that as soon as someone learned about the weakness that showed through her past they would consider her useless and pathetic. Then they would leave. The ballerina's bodice felt heavy on her scarred pillars as she stumbled about the lands of Illyria before she tripped over a tree root. Unable to regain her balance and composure the little midnight hued mare crashed to her knees and her chin fell forwards, bouncing harshly off the ground and leaving a ringing sound resonating through her crown. Attempting to collect her wind the mare laid on the ground, surrounded by the boughs of the willow trees. A single tear traveled down her face, this time last year she probably would have been bawling her stormy grey eyes out, but the recent events, along with her firey past had hardened the little mare to the situations that would have completely destroyed a lesser mare. Finally having air return to her lungs the mare stood up slowly but didn't move from her hiding spot beneath the willow boughs. The scents of other horses had been drifting in and out of her delicate nares as she laid there, notifying her that this was a herd land...maybe that was what she needed. A family of sorts to help her through this rough spot. So here she stood, paitently awaiting the arrival of the King who would speak her fate in this part of the land. "Speech" [Featuring: Richka ; 5 ; Black ; TBxDutch WarmbloodxHanoravian ; 15.3hh ; Small White Star ; Grey Eyes ; Herdless ; Mateless ] [Tag: Jenzie w. Dion ] [Muse: -- ] [Words: ] [Notes: sorry it's short and so out of the blue. But I figured she'd do ok here for now. ]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v452/Rewz/amenbg-1.png] His eyes opened slowly, the sleep that he forced himself into had drifted away with the dreams that followed. He was tired, mentally and physically and his emotions were on the wire with Aiko. He enjoyed her but he wasn't an idiot and he sure as hell wouldn't admit it until she came down off of her imaginary throne. The morning air was chilly and uninviting and he pulled his legs closer to his body for warmth. Desperately he wanted to sleep for the entire day or the rest of his life...he wasn't sure which he desired at the moment. His eyes closed for a second before the smell of another washed over him, the faint scent past by with the cool breeze and he lifted his head slowly. Dion's unusual eyes opened slowly and he pulled himself up, shaking the dirty and leaves from his body. Aiko had disappeared back to Enth only a day ago and he was left contemplating whether he should follow the trail there and take her back with him permission or not. Sadly, he was far from the confrontational type unless pushed so he had to plan his actions carefully. There hadn't been much activity within Rayo, which didn't surprise him, the actions he took with the mare who use to reside here with the former leader seemed to have driven her away. She touched him without warning and he shied away almost at once. He was far from the touchy type and didn't enjoy it unless he wanted it. Lately however, he didn't want it. Dion walked slowly toward the smell and he caught sight of the black mare stumbling around Rayo without much knowledge as to where she really was. As she fell forward he took an involuntary step forward before stopping himself as she took some time before pulling herself together ; only then he approached. She remained hidden under the thick willow branches - something he did often - and waited. "Are you lost?" His voice was calm, collected as he stopped a good distance away though still in ears reach. He watched her with an expressionless facade and tilted his head slightly to the side. "You should be more careful. The willow trees know little mercy for their overgrown roots..I fear they might take over Rayo one day. I am Dionysus, the lead here...and you are?" "I talk liek diss."

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