Ғɛɛℓƨ ƨσ ɢσσ∂ вɛιиɢ вα∂,
Ƭнɛяɛ'ƨ иσ ωαʏ Ɩ'м тʋяиιиɢ вαcκ.
Иσω ραιи ιƨ мʏ ρℓɛαƨʋяɛ,
'Ɔαʋƨɛ иσтнιиɢ cσʋℓ∂ мɛαƨʋяɛ.
~xX Ɖαяκ ˩ιɢнт ƖƖ Xx~
Dark eyed Shetan once more before she moved a bit off. Her eyes wandered to Wind and realized that the black appaloosa colt was a horrible reminder to the stallion. What Shetan reminded about, she wasn't sure. Maybe how Dark had twisted his heart. Or, it could remind him that he didn't like Nos. Mentally shrugging it off, she watched her son and her stallion.
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Ƭнιƨ ιƨ ιт, вσʏƨ. Ƭнιƨ ιƨ ωαя,
Ɯнαт αяɛ ωɛ ωαιтιиɢ ғσя?
Ɯнʏ ∂σи'т ωɛ вяɛακ тнɛ яʋℓɛƨ αℓяɛα∂ʏ?
Ɩ ωαƨ иɛʌɛя σиɛ тσ вɛℓιɛʌɛ тнɛ нʏρɛ.
~xX Ƭнɛ Ɩитɛитισиƨ σғ Ƨнɛтαи Xx~
Shetan eyed the filly, chuckling under his breath. "Shetan." He replied, nose twitching as Aurora's tail spread her heat scent. He was a bit torn on whether to stay or go, for he would like to try his luck with at least the white mare, Aurora. However, he also wanted to go visit Adara and their foal. He thought on it only a moment more, for he was in the mood for trouble, then spun on his haunches and began to canter. "I'll see you guys later," he called over his shoulder, smirking at Shadow.
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Ɩ'ℓℓ ωαℓκ ωιтн мʏ нɛα∂ ∂σωи,
Ƭяʏιиɢ тσ вℓσcκ ʏσʋ σʋт,
'Ɔαʋƨɛ Ɩ'ℓℓ иɛʌɛя ιмρяɛƨƨ ʏσʋ.
Ɩ ʝʋƨт ωαииα ғɛɛℓ σκαʏ αɢαιи.
~xX Ɔαƨтιиɢ Ƨнα∂σωƨ Xx~
Cast blinked as the colt turned to go and made no move to stop him. "Oh, all right then, see you." She said softly, watching him go. The young, grey mare was too timid to make or even ask him to stay.
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Ɖσи'т ʝʋ∂ɢɛ α тнιиɢ ʋитιℓ ʏσʋ κиσω ωнαт'ƨ ιиƨι∂ɛ ιт,
Ɖσи'т ρʋƨн мɛ, Ɩ'ℓℓ ғιɢнт ιт.
Иɛʌɛя ɢσииα ɢιʌɛ ιи,
Иɛʌɛя ɢσииα ɢιʌɛ ιт ʋρ, иσ.
~xX Ѵɛℓʌɛт Ƨʋи Xx~
Vela huffed as her filly followed Brumby. "Oh yes, Brumby. If there's one thing this filly is, it is spunky." She muttered to herself, though she couldn't help but smile. The rabicano mare then followed the two, though she hung behind them both. After all, Vela was only a fellow herd mare, and Vegas could get chewed out by Oaka and Brumby.
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Иσвσ∂ʏ'ƨ α ριcтʋяɛ ρɛяғɛcт,
Єʌɛяʏвσ∂ʏ'ƨ ɢσт α ∂αяκ ƨι∂ɛ.
Ɖσ ʏσʋ ℓσʌɛ мɛ?
Ɔαи ʏσʋ ℓσʌɛ мιиɛ?
~xX Ƭнɛ Ɔσℓσяƨ σғ Ғαℓℓιиɢ Xx~
Oaka's curved ears pricked as underbrush crackled and broke underneath something's weight. Her ears flew back, pinning themselves against her neck as she stepped nearer to her colt, a wave of protectiveness hitting her. She turned her head so she looked around herself and spotted a mealy flaxen chestnut filly scrabbling backwards. Brumby's wavering snort reached her ears next and her eyes narrowed. She settled her dark eyes on the filly, stomping a warning as her ears flicked back again. Refocusing onto her colt, she rested her muzzle on his withers so he wouldn't go to meet his sister. "Brumby?"
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Ѳн иσ, Ɩ cαи'т ƨℓσω ∂σωи, Ɩ cαи'т нσℓ∂ вαcκ,
Ƭнσʋɢн ʏσʋ κиσω Ɩ ωιƨн Ɩ cσʋℓ∂.
Иσ, тнɛяɛ αιи'т иσ яɛƨт ғσя тнɛ ωιcκɛ∂
Ʋитιℓ ωɛ cℓσƨɛ σʋя ɛʏɛƨ ғσя ɢσσ∂.
~xX Ɖɛʌιℓ'ƨ Δ∂ʌσcαтɛ Xx~
Advocate watched as his mother became alert and stepped closer to him. Avoiding her hooves, he slid under her belly and stood there. He then spotted Vegas, a fellow foal, and immediately became curious. He moved out from under Oaka and took a few shaky steps towards his sister. A soft muzzle then pressed down on his withers, Oaka's teeth just barely grazing the colt. He obediently stopped, blinking wide hazel eyes at the other foal as his mother called for someone.
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Ɯɛ cαи вʋяи вяιɢнтɛя тнαи тнɛ ƨʋи.
Иσω, Ɩ κиσω тнαт Ɩ’м иσт αℓℓ тнαт ʏσʋ ɢσт,
Ɩ ɢʋɛƨƨ тнαт Ɩ, Ɩ ʝʋƨт тнσʋɢнт,
Ѧαʏвɛ ωɛ cσʋℓ∂ ғιи∂ иɛω ωαʏƨ тσ ғαℓℓ αραят?
~xX Ħɛяиɛ'ƨ Ƨнακιℓ Xx~
Shakil trotted happily into the clearing, finding his are there as expected. He had never even thought of the possibility that she wouldn't be there. Though he should have been more perceptive, he wasn't.
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