Can't you see the way she's crying
Well that's what keeps her trying, she knew she could have you
And he don't give her what she wants
There is truth about this, you say you want to be noticed
Well if you want to be noticed you gotta learn to break some hearts
Don't try to understand

There's something I don't really wanna understand
The only way a woman is gonna want a man
The only way you'll ever keep her in your hands
Is breaking apart her heart
Don't tell her she is the reason that you live
Don't give her everything that you got to give
If you want to keep a girl for as long as you live
Just break apart her heart

Can't you see what you've done?
What I've become, what I've become
Can't you see? Can't you see?
- Break Apart Her Heart by Good Charlotte

Silky, snow white curls snapped in the Fall breeze as it gusted for a moment; before it died down to be light enough to give relief from the blazing sun above. Who knew that in this place, white based horses like myself would roast alive? Certainly not me, that's for sure.

Uncanny coal black eyes scanned the terra before me, the oasis a head as I ventured forward, as flea bitten audda remained pinned back. No expression is shown, otherwise, on my facade; upkeeping the haunty composure I hold myself with. Even if I was small, I wouldn't act like it. There was no way in hell I was going to let a bigger brute or a bigger vixen walk all over me because of how small I was. I was proud of my 15 hand frame, because I was leaner and more lithe than the other mares that towered over me. My French Arab lineage showed through, that you'd have to be a complete idiot not to reconize it, because my tiara was dished delicately and I had long, slim pillars that were laced with as much muscle as my frame could bear.

Ash colored hooves danced as I stood in place, growing anxious. I was somewhat nervous of being on of those who couldn't find a home, who'd be left here to the mercy of a forcebreeder. Bah! As if they had mercy. But I'd do everything in my power to make sure I'd find a home. I just had to..

-FIN-

An ashy hoof had begun to reach out, to take a step so that I could venture further on in the oasis, before the stud's words reached my flea bitten audda. Audda flickered forward at how easily French rolled off his tongue, catching my interest faster than most did, as I placed my small hoof back into the sand. Snow colored tassels swayed from side to side, as coal black hued occuli watched him patiently from underneath my snow white forlock, as I thought his question over. It couldn't hurt to tell him, now would it?
"Un plaisir, Justin. Je suis dame Victoire, ou Victoire à certains," comes my reply, French rolling off of my own tongue, since it had been and still was my first language.

[b][ Translation(s): ]
Un plaisir, Justin. Je suis dame Victoire, ou Victoire à certains.
- A pleasure, Justin. I am Dame Victoire, or Victoire to some.

I laughed, and I mean genuinely laughed, which hadn't happened in years. Many told me that my laughter sounded like little silver bells, and was contagious; and that had been included in the influence that made me cease all laughter and merriemnt until now. As my laughter subsided into giggles, and then into nothing, my coal black eyes still held the laughter in them that warmed my impassive features a great deal.
"Il est très bien, bien que je ne parle pas allemand. Merci, seigneur Justin," I reply, with a small bow of my tiara.

[ Translation(s): ]
Il est très bien, bien que je ne parle pas allemand. Merci, seigneur Justin.
- It's fine, though I don't speak German. Thank you, Lord Justin.

Lips parted to shoot back in with an arguementive remark, before I closed them. I didn't need to be crude towards him, since he was being nice. Usually brutes didn't act nice to me, anyways. Thought it may of been a different story for other vixens.
"Bien puis, Justin. Je devine que vous êtes venus ici pour trouver plus de membres de troupeau, non?" I reply, assuming that he already had a herd, anyways. I knew that there wer unruled lands lying around here, still, but it was easier to assume he'd already had a herd with members than to guess that he didn't have any members at all.

[ Translation(s): ]
Bien puis, Justin. Je devine que vous êtes venus ici pour trouver plus de membres de troupeau, non?
- Alright then, Justin. I'm guessing that you've come here to find more herd members, no?

"Votre terre, puisqu'il fait froid, y a-t-il de la neige?" I ask, almost excitedly; since, afterall, I loved snow. I'd been born and raised in the North, so this place wasn't good for me. I'd probably be miserable anywhere else where it was warm, unless it had a biting Winter to balance things out.
"Je me demande juste, quoi qu'il en soit. J'ai toujours été autour de neige, ainsi d'endroits aussi chauds que me rends ici malheureux," I added sheepishly, with a small smile. Flea bitten audda heard his muttering, but couldn't understand his words because of the Language barrier.

[ Translations: ]

1. Votre terre, puisqu'il fait froid, y a-t-il de la neige?
- Your land, since it's cold, is there snow?
2. Je me demande juste, quoi qu'il en soit. J'ai toujours été autour de neige, ainsi d'endroits aussi chauds que me rends ici malheureux.
- I'm just wondering, anyways. I've always been around snow, so places as hot as here make me miserable.

[x] I can't find muse for Victoire right now. So....I suppose my reply'll come soon. [/x]

I grinned ruefully. A blizzard everyday? I knew I could live with that. Sure, my home hadn't been like it - though it was snow almost all year around. It was only warm for about two weeks in Spring, for breedings and foalings to happen. Then its icy cold winds returned with more snow. But I never complained, because it was my paradise.

"Je ne sais pas. Mais ils doivent avoir une raison; comme nous avec notre neige et froid," I reply, my fleabitten shoulders go upwards in a shrug-like gesture. My coal black hues flicker away to stare in the distance, as I thought it over, before my gaze returned to him. Ash colored hooves shifted my lean frame, as I tried to get more comfortable. It was inevitable here, though. As long as I stood here in the blzing sun, I would be uncomfortable. But Justin's pleasantries brought some comfort to the heat.

1. Je ne sais pas. Mais ils doivent avoir une raison; comme nous avec notre neige et froid.
- I don't know. But they must have a reason; like us with our snow and cold.

[x] I can't really think of anything to reply with, so I'll just bring her to Snowdrift Glacier, okay?

Oh, and what will she be? Just a herd member, or in his harem? I can go a head and add her to the list in the description once I know. =3 [/x]