'The Seasons are changing, will I?'
The lonely thought came to mind as I let myself wander. I was tired of ruining other horse's lives and just running from it. I've done it one too many times and I need to change. But the problem was could I take and how the hell was I supposed to change myself. It was a difficult question that might not be answered for a long time. Until I knew what I was doing and until I found the right stallion, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I was lost in a world of kill or be killed. I was one of the ones that killed.

I couldn't be that way, that wasn't who I was. I am a light. Lights do not kill others and well, I had. It was an anger from beneath, a revenge that I needed to fulfill. Anyone would be able to understand, if I ever told them. I had a revenge once on an evil stallion that murdered my parents and had wanted to keep me. I was too fast for him and young so I had escaped. I hadn't gone far, I was keeping an eye out on him. And after a year or so, the day I turned four, I set out to kill the stallion the way he killed my parents. It went over well, except for him.

When the blood had spilled on my hooves and over my teeth, something came about me. I no longer acted childish or silly, I acted older and well more darkish. I held my head higher and my steps were more sure of themselves touching the ground. My coat was finally gaining it's white in color and I loved it. To me, I thought I was the prettiest thing alive. How my appaloosa spots and the splotches of roan coloring made me stand out above the crowd. I was unusual in the least.

As I turn back to reality, I stop for a moment. I was a year older from when I had killed and I had no clue where I was. It was scary for a moment, I just kept looking around. My ears were forward, one twisted sideways, the other folded back; they just kept moving and listening. My nostrils widened as I took in the many scents that lingered around me. All the old scents of mares and stallions finding love and the new ones where stallions come searching for that one mare that could be the one. I think about that for a moment and I laugh to myself. It sounded ridiculous, but inside I wanted to find that one stallion too.

Rolling my shoulders in a shrug, I still look around. The hope in my big, brown eyes was clearly evident as I kept searching. There was not a single stallion to be seen or scented. It dropped my hopes down a lot, but I still wanted to try. My dirtied white tail flicked back and forth as my blackened legs as I lifted a hoof. I stopped and hesitated for a moment. 'Should I really be doing this? Of course, it's the only way. I argued slightly with myself in my mind as I kept the hesitated hoof raised.

Finally, I set it down and moved my other three hooves into a gentle walk. I was done arguing with myself and decided to try. My ears folded up and forward as my eyes constantly flicked back and forth to watch any approaching candidates. None so far, so I kept walking along. The short, lush grass felt lovely against my sore hooves. I'd walked over too much harsh ground to even consider leaving here. The sun felt warm against my skin, better then the scorching sun of a desert.

And the gurgling stream that stood only feet away seemed so pretty. The sun glinting the water on the rocks. The water moving smoothly down ward and never seeming to stop. Some of it lapped up against the sides and swirled into mini waves. I pushed myself to get closer and stand at the edge. I didn't want to get extremely wet or anything so I stood as close as I could get. My hooves barely touched the rocks and dirt along the bed and water touched only at my hooves.

I could stand here and gaze at the water all day. Every other seconds or so, I tiny little fish would swim by like it had somewhere to go. Of course fish didn't, all they did was swim all day. What was there for a fish to do? It seemed to be swim. How boring a life like that could be. I felt bad for fish, they couldn't be like horses. They were trapped in the ocean or stream, having better chances of being killed or something. Unlike a horse where we could roam anywhere and have better chances of escaping death.

So as I stood there, I purposely did it for a reason. I was going to wait for a stallion to come greet me no matter how long I had to stand there. Every once in a while I took a bite at the lush grass and splashed a hoof at the little fish. My tail slapped at the back of my legs as my neck arched gracefully. Locks of mane fall over in odd places as my forelock covered my dark brown eyes. As I splashed in the water once or twice, I smiled brightly and giggled. I was having so much fun, but I bet I would have more fun with some company . . .

Company. Every one need company, don’t they? I thought I did, but now as I stand here; I question myself again. Why am I really standing here? Am I searching for a home or for a friend? Maybe even a mate? Well, if a stallion were to approach only in search for a herd member, I might shoot them down. The real reason I was here was to make another revenge. Deep down, as my heart beat went up, I wanted to kill and kill I will. It was a strange feeling and a thought I shouldn’t be thinking. But, I needed to kill. No, I wasn’t a cannibal, I just had a lust for killing.

I lifted my head gently to glance around again. No one yet, the sparkle in my eyes left. Frowning, I turned from the stream and glanced out across the grass. The sun moved across the sky slowly, the clouds forming and shifting; their shapes hard to tell. The heat rose, the wind blew, and my senses alive. I moved slowly about the grass, I searched carefully. Every muscle was tight, careful not to make a sound. I had the urge to just bounce on a rabbit I crossed, but something else in me held me back.

This other thing that spoke, my conscious. My head flew up in anger as I tried to figure what to do. Pounce the rabbit or go back to the stream. Pounding my hooves against the ground, I snorted loudly. My conscious was stronger then the feeling deep down. I turned myself back to the stream and trotted over. Stopping, I gazed back at the shallow water. Now, there seemed to be more fishes swimming along. I raised a hoof and swiped at the water.

Letting it splash all over me, I had felt it. That one second where something snapped and life was gone. A twinkle rose in my eyes as my heart beat finally slowed down. How could I ever tell anyone this feeling that I get? How could I ever describe this? It was going to be hard to control sometimes and I knew that I had to work on it if I ever did find somebody. Would it be better to just not find anybody and roam? But I wanted, needed, company. Snorting again, I shook my head so mane and forelock went flying. A slow boredom came over me as I rested my eyes.

For the second time, the tall chestnut stallion walked towards the stream, taking his chances on finding a second mate for his, well, /very/ small herd. It was nothing but him and Rose Bud . . .
Suddenly, his luck caught up with him and he spotted a lone mare standing in the stream. He trotted over to her, unable to hide the enormous grin on his face. "Why, hello there," he greeted her. "My name is Calamazoo. I'm the alpha of the Everly Deserts. What's your name?"

ooc; If you actually read that whole intro; I'm sorry...

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My head lifted from the stream and turned to glance at the stallion. His chestnut coating caught my attention as a small smile lay over my lips. Taking a step back so I could fully face him, the large grin on his face made me all the more interested. At least he wasn't going to be boring, I could tell by that. But the problem was could he love me? Did he already have a mate and wasn't willing to love me just as much? I didn't want to seem like a whore, but I definitely wanted a mate that could love me.

"Hello Calamazoo." My tone was sweet and welcoming, he did look really handsome. "I'm Bella-dare, but please call me Belle if you wish. It's a pleasure to meet you." I said, maybe saying too much. But all I was doing was introducing myself. Shifting my weight calmly, my roan colored mane shifted in the slight breeze that brushed by.

((OOC: Eh, I read most of it. Nbd.))

"Belle," Cal repeated, smiling. "I like that name! Very pretty." He grinned and stamped one of his white stocking feet. "So, what's a beautiful mare like you doing here?" he asked, trying to be polite, but get to his point quickly at the same time.

((OOC: Short post, sorry.))

ooc; I got lost in the beginning and just kept writing. x]

bic;

"Oh thank you." I said sweetly, smiling back at him. Looking into his eyes, I couldn't help but blush. He was being so nice to her, better then any stallion had ever treated her before. "Just looking for a mate, that's all." I replied politely, nodding my head lightly. Chuckling, I shook my head to move my forelock.



[[It's ok, I'm not that much longer either.]]

"Mate, eh?" Cal asked, shaking his head so that his forelock brushed between his brown eyes and across the white strip that streaked down his face. "Well, I'm looking for another mate, as well," he said. "How would you like to come to the deserts with me? I know that they probably don't hold much appeal for you, but I'm sure that I'll make it worth your while!" He smiled goofily and whinnied happily at his little joke.

I smiled brightly at his joke. "I'd be glad to come with you, only if you can give me a chance." I said happily, whinnying back. Stamping my front hooves lightly, I went a little closer to Cal. "I think that they might hold just a little bit of interest." I said, hinting that anywhere would be interesting if his goofy smile was there. Yeah, it was his smile hat attracted me to him. I could do a little flirting, couldn't I?

"A chance to do what?" Cal asked, cocking his head a little bit, but still smiling. "Well, you'd be the first one to actually be interested in the deserts!" He circled her slowly with his tail held high and nipped her rump lighlty in the traditional claiming sequence. "We'd be happy to have you there, though."

"Oh no reason, just a chance to get to know me." Came my sweet reply as I watched him circle me. I chuckled as he commented about me actually being interested in the deserts. "Why wouldn't I be? They sound delightful." Though I did not like the sound of other mares being there that could be competition. I was a good fighter and wasn't likely to give up to any other mare. "Well then lets go." I said with a slight nod, only shuddering a little bit when he nipped at my rump.

"Follow me," Cal said over his shoulder, smiling and beginning to trot back to the deserts.

((OOC: And away we go! :lol: ))

ooc; WOO! -goes off to herd-

Man, you reply fast. XD

((OOC: Thanks, I do try. Can you tell I have nothing better to do? :lol: ))