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It's like you're a DRUG
It's like you're a DEMON I can't face down
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[x] Memories lay washed against the shore of his mind. Faded dreams sat hunched in corners, shrouded by the cobwebs in the depths of his skull. Once upon a time seemed so far gone and happily ever after seemed even farther. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust or so the saying went. But surly you must have fire to create ashes? Things do not simply deteriorate without reason; first you have the match that falls into the hands of the arsonist, then you have the flicker of the first flame leading up the gradual mass of fire that takes over everything, then when you think that the fire has finished instead of life going back to usual you are left with the ashes. Sometimes the arsonist is no stranger, sometimes the one who plays with matches is the very one that also plays with your heart.
They say that fate has a funny way of dealing the cards; in that case he was always dealt the crappiest of hands. Not that he complains, so he is always being told, you are bound to get a stroke of luck sometime soon. Please, fate is cruel and sods law rules the world. Recently it seemed as though life was out to spite him. Dom was never the type to look on the bad side of things, the glass was always half full as opposed to being half empty When you received Lemons you made lemonade huh? Well, when life gave you a shit load of pathetic luck, then you gave back and shit load of…well. Shit?

His large skull bobbed through the air, his stomach curling and rumbling ominously. A few dishevelled strands of forelock fell down between his two ears, falling to obscure his mahogany eyes. From his nape the strands of ivory that fell by his withers entwined with the oak that fled the rest of the way up his boa. The lone feather, that had long been tethered into the clumpy mane, quivered in the light breeze that swept the land. Now how had he managed to end up here? Freedom had been clinging onto the faint and ever dwindled scent of Silk, but that had been long ago. Following his nose had turned into simply following his feet, which had then progressed to just putting one hoof in front of the other till his limbs couldn’t take it any longer. He hadn’t stopped to rest in days and here seemed to be a perfectly desolate land where he could enjoy the small pleasures of privacy; save the ever growing voices in his head.

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It's like I'm running from YOU all the time
And I know I let you have all the POWER
It's like the only company I seek is MISERY all around

[x] The unruly gore and shrubbery tore against his hide as his barrel was gingerly lowered to the ground, knees pressing deep into the dirt, succumbing to weariness. His sides exhaled and nostrils forcefully pressed out a deep groan as his lids carefully shielded his orbs from view. He felt old and weak. Inferior. Yes, that was what he was, inferior, that is why Silk went off with Comanche and then Ruben. Dom was never good enough for her, he was never anything more then the horse that had been domesticated and in being domesticated he had been broken. He had heard it all before, everywhere he went the horses shied away from him, eyeing the feather that hung limply from serpentine. It was a sign; the two-legged had branded him and he was therefore unsafe. More and more equine learnt about the destructive nature of the two-leg, they knew that they stole horses from the land and forced large leather contraptions onto their backs and cold metal into their mouths. Dom supposed only he knew the truth, what with Harry being both gentle and kind. But then perhaps he had simply been lucky, perhaps that is where all of his luck and vanished to. Nevertheless, he was in permanent exile from lands he was never even part of for crimes he would never even commit, or where they afraid that he might lead the upright walking beasts to them? Whatever it was he was no longer worth the time of day for anybody to bother care about his welfare. After all, he was no more then a domesticated, inferior, a broken stallion. Gradually he had eaten less and less and his ribs cast shadows against his double-quilted hide. His pools were sunken and empty.
Maybe it was his own fault he was in such a state. He supposed those ‘old fools’ were right. Love destroys us all in the end. The devastation that love can cause is unimaginable.

It's like you're a LEECH
Sucking the LIFE from me
It's like I can't BREATHE

[x] Eyes opened to the scenery before him. The mustang tried to take in the view, but all of it seemed the same. Yes, this land seemed familiar, almost as though he had been here before; but then nowadays everything looked the same. The terrain had been ravaged by storms till it was left disfigured, even if he had been here before he wouldn’t recognize it. He wouldn’t recognize much anymore, seeing as his memories lay shattered in the deep bores of his skull. Again he inhaled and exhaled with an almost painful sigh. A bullet still sat deep within his heart, etched into his very being, inscribed into his core. Freedom couldn’t stop thinking about her, she was always in his mind, thwarting his thoughts and disturbing his sleep. He would never be the same without her.

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Without you INSIDE of me
And I know I let you have all the POWER
And I realize I'm NEVER gonna QUIT you over time

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Ruben's last words were bothering her, echoing through her mind and replaying over and over and over again, much like a broken record. 'There's no point in hating you, Silk.' What the hell was that supposed to mean? Ears turned slightly inward as she untangled her leg from a menacing weed that had latched itself onto her silver pelt. Icky. A drop of water from the near by ocean landed in her ear, making her shake like mad for a moment.
Did he perhaps mean that she wasn't good enough? That he shouldn't waste the energy? Of course she was good enough. Yes. Right. You just tell yourself that, honey. Okay then. But maybe he meant that he couldn't hate her? That she was too... lovable? Mare broke a smile at that one. She was far from lovable; she'd admit it. Sooo... maybe he was implying to the fact that she was very unpredictable? He was probably meaning something along the lines of that if he hated her, she wouldn't care, or she'd have another go at him, or something like that. Or not.
That was going to bother her for a while, at least until she found Dom or straitened things out with Ruben. Neither one of those seemed very soon. Silk had high-tailed it out of there after the palomino's bitter last words, not wanting to go against her sort-of-cheery attitude already. No, thank you. Silk alread had enough problems, she didn't need to try and make things better with that stallion. Although, one day they might look back at this and laugh, laugh at how silly they all were. It seemed light years away.

Arabian wandered too close to the sea, and was immediately alerted of the dangerous proximity of it, how it could sweep her off her feet and to her death without even realizing it. It was quite angry today. A small leap took her over some overgrown vegetation and to a safer place. Not that you could really call any place in Dreaver safe anymore. She'd caught scent of a few darks wandering around, they probably weren't any nicer than she'd heard from last time. Not that she was at all intimidated; no, Silk had fought worse. Maybe not physically, but emotionally.
"Maybe by the time I run into one I'll have my freedom to protect me." Okay, so maybe she was still a tad crazy. She didn't even know if she was talking about Dom; just sort of rambling to herself. Ears flickered towards a gull screeching and back forwards.
She'd come here because she decided to check all the lightlands in Dreaver before searching elsewhere. Not that she really expected to find him anywhere close. But Silk felt like she had some sort of magnetic pull, dragging her back to this fateful place. It sort of made her come back. This was where it all began; where her life began to come apart at the seams.
No, it had been unraveling long before that. It hadn't been that noticable, just a loose string dangling. Something had caught that and pulled, and there Silk had went. Or where her life went, more accurately.

But she was not going to think about that. No, sir. Silk had bigger fish to fry, to put it. She was going to find Dom. Chocolate pools were covered by her eyelids, and she inhaled deeply. If she sorted past the rotting scent of dead fish and the overgrown weeds and such, she could almost smell him. If she kept her eyes closed, she could see him. His sort of wild mane and tail and forelock, his marvelous two-toned body, his intruiging eyes. She could imagine the ivory-on-tawny color arrangement. Yes, there was no doubt she would find him.
Eventually.
Silk opened her eyes, and realized she'd taken a few steps while she'd had her eyes closed. She would've kept on going, but there was something in her path. The mare blinked. She blinked again.
Well, that was easier than she thought. Because there he was, laying on the ground a mere twenty feet from her. Was he sleeping? No, probably not. Maybe he was playing dead, like she'd done earlier. Silk smiled larger than she had been before, and took a few steps forward. Fifteen feet from him. Maybe she was going dellusional again. She could be imagining the stallion in front of her. That wouldn't be as fun, though. Silk decided that he was actually there, and that she wasn't going crazy. It was much more enjoyable to think that Dom was here, the real deal, other than a hallucination. Petite hooves tried to be silent as she walked forwards again, as to not disturb him.
Silk wasn't really going to get this close; but she was sort of addicted. Once she got this far, she couldn't turn back, not matter how much she wanted to. Not that she did. Curious head was lowered, and where her carved head tapered down to small, ebony nostrils was what she touched him with. She inhaled deeply as her nose softly was lowered to his back. She could feel the warmth of the stallion, and realized that this was real.
Dom was here. He wasn't imaginary; he was Dom.

Silk nearly leaped for joy, almost began laughing girlishly and rolling on the ground. She wanted to run four laps around the entire land of Dreaver, but she didn't, for Dom might not be here when she got back.
"Hi, Dom. It's me." Silk lifted her nose from his back, then backed a step so she could see him better. "I'm really, really sorry. With Comanche, and Ruben, I just wasn't... I'm sorry. I lied. I wasn't..." Maybe she should wait a moment, for his reaction. She let her voice trail off into the air, and stood there. Silk kept her head lowered, so she was at his eye level.
She hadn't looked him in the eye yet, though. His back had been to her; she hadn't even seen his face. He could be some other stallion, but Silk decided he wasn't. He was her Dom, and she was his Silk.
That was all she ever wanted to be.

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love me forever

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so little

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[x] The air around him seemed to sigh along with him; agreeing to his torment. Why was it that whenever he had his eyes open all he could see before him was the angelic outline of the grey mare? And why was it that when he tried to shut his pools away behind heavy lids, that her silhouette still bore deep into his vision, like an angry red beast scarring his eyes? Was there no escape from this? He knew the answer and yet h denied so profusely, he would never let his mind get the better of him and if that meant denying he ever loved a being by the name of Silk then so be it, he would deny until he had no more breath within his aching body. Nares, so paper-thin and fragile, wavered from upon his small muzzle, inhaling the stench of the bitter atmosphere, inhaling the scent of the rotting briar and of the rough, course bushes that rubbed so harshly up against his exterior, yet again, the femme lay across his smellers, so even here, in his lungs she sat and tortured him so! If said horse had brows, they knotted above his eyes, frowning painfully as though he were trying to clear his mind into some state of indifference, alas his mind was incapable of such things, at least his depressingly disturbed mind was thwarted from thinking rationally until it had been exorcised of the demon within.

[x] Don’t you think it is funny when you can smell something so profoundly you swear you can taste it? His jowls moved feebly, incisors grinding together and tongue gentle licking the edges of his pearls as he savoured that lovely memory. His facial expression haphazardly changed into one of numbness; at least it was a comforting step in the right direction. Dom began to contemplate all of his woes and tried to put them into context. His life wasn’t so bad as he thought was it? At least he had learnt to love before he would die. And yet he could not help but think that if he were to fall asleep right now and never awake, he would miss all of the sweetness of life. He would never see the great joy of watching offspring grow, he would never know what it felt like to be old and wise and adored for being such. But most of all, if he died now, he would die with a broken heart and yet so much of him wished that if there was one thing he could do before he died, it would be to have that bullet removed and for him to die as his name suggested. Free.

[x] Eyes re-opened; they were of no use to his shut now were they? He had rested long enough and was just starting to re-awaken when he was galvanized from his relaxed state. That smell that so dominated his nostrils was unlike the smell that usually followed him around, stale and rotting, this was pure, this was fresh. His large dial was lifted from the dirt, Earth and mud dropping off from his chin as he thrust it into the air. He tried to inhale too quickly and his weakened lungs struggled, dusty cough rising deep from his chest, wracking his bowls, his entire carcass as it did so. The more he tried to intake the ashy air, the stronger the aroma rose. She was here, he was sure of it. This time there was no denying it. And yet…His head slowly lowered once again; rationality had kicked in. Many a time before he had been alerted by what he had grown accustomed to as being her presence, and many a time he had been disappointed, not at anybody but himself, disappointed that he had once again fallen into disillusion. It was like having dementia, he had forgotten so many things and yet, at the same time, everything seemed so familiar and everything reminded him of something he could no longer place a finger on. Mustang’s heart slowly began to reduce from within his chest, it was no use getting wound up for false reasons, she was not here, there was no point fooling himself.
Even as something was happening behind him, the obviously sounds of a great weight taking to the floor, rolling before bounding up, hooves staggering about upon the hardened ground, even as he heard his very name being called and a greeting being announced into the air he ignored it. He ignored the gentle feeling of breathing that fell across his nape and the hollow of his back.
In his state, he hadn’t even realized he had spoken; to Dom none of this was happening anywhere other then from deep within his skull, where the best dreams were being played out.
"Silk?" He murmured through harsh tones. He was asking a question that he already knew the answer to. And yet he continuously kept reminding himself.

It was all in his head.

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As she waited for an answer from the stallion, she inhaled again. The warmth mingled with the delightful smell, and she was sure again that he had not been conjured up out of her subconscious mind to amuse and torture her, but he was real. Alive. For her. … Okay, maybe not for her. He probably had no more knowledge that she existed than she had about him. Up until now he might have been dead and she wouldn’t have known it. Not entirely. That darn little voice. It was true; she had almost felt Dom nuzzled in quietly by her heart, almost heard the beating of his over the past few months. Silk had decided that it was the stallion’s way of telling her that he was alive and well, but it was probably just her going crazy. Silk had been without the company of other sane horses for too long now, and it was starting to show.
Just a little bit.

All of her senses felt turned up to the max, and she could almost hear when his jaw opened to speak. Her heart fluttered too quickly to be healthy; it would’ve reminded her of the fluttering of a hummingbird’s wings if she would’ve taken the time to pause and listen. The word ghosted out of his mouth, and though it was quite anti-climatic it would’ve made her eyes tear up if horses were able to cry. Right now there was nothing the mare felt more like doing than collapsing on top of the stallion and sobbing her heart out. That did not seem wise. Not only would her sudden weight crush him, she’d probably frighten him off if she blubbered like that.
Instead Silk took a few deep breaths to steady herself, then took a very composed step over the laying form. Every second felt like an eternity as she had to try and remember how to contract her leg muscles to get them to move, had to remind her brain how to give the directions. Yet still it seemed to be going by far too soon, and before she knew it she had one fore leg over him and was shifting her weight so she could move the other. Slowly but quickly at the same time she let it join its companion, and now she was standing half over Dom. Her front hooves inched forward to give the back legs more room, and then the left leg was being picked up. Silk had to concentrate on this, because not only had she forgotten how to do everything—even breathe—she also hadn’t needed to lift her back legs up this high on regular occasions. The last thing she wanted was to give him a big bruise to remember her by. Her left hind leg was on the ground. Only one leg to go. Once again she felt as if she’d spent forever standing behind Dom, and at the same time only a few moments. It was quite disorientating, to say the least.
There. Silk stood, her rump now to him, but in front of him, at least. She took her time in turning and bending her knees to lower her barrel to the ground. Silver stomach would surely be scratched by the brambles and rocks that were lying loosely around, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t even feel them, the excitement swelling in her chest left little room for anything else. Bright, eager chocolate eyes turned their liquidy gaze into Dom’s. What would she see there? Happiness? Resentment? Boredom? Disbelief? For a split second Silk felt that she might not want to know what she saw there, but she let that worry go. No matter what she would always love Dom, and as they say, love conquers all.
Silk had been conquered for the past few years, and it was time to finally figure out if that was all a waste.

Her thoughts weren’t making much sense as they rambled in and out of her mind. Her eyes tried to catch and hold his, but something felt… off. Dom seemed different. No, not different, but like he wasn’t entirely there. Sort of like she had been the past however many months, or maybe years. Time didn’t really matter much to Silk anymore. It was just a way of measuring out the good things and bad things, a way of learning how long to expect to wait between them. Silk felt like she had waited her turn. Something good had to be coming soon for her.
Back to right now. Brown eyes turned slightly critical, but still held the open vulnerability and gentleness that they’d had when she first met the two-toned stallion. What was different about him? He seemed like he might not care all that much that Silk was lying not three feet from him. Had he fallen in love with another?
All of a sudden the floaty, happy feeling seemed to drain out of her. Her stomach felt slightly sick, and her mouth went dry. Suddenly she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to be here right now, but she had waited for this too long to leave now. Legs trembled slightly with the sorrow at having to get up and go after just having laid down. Gaze was dropped to Dom’s broad chest, and her heart beat an irregular tune. It could be because of the closeness at which she was to him, but it could also be because of the hurt she might suffer. It wasn’t like she would blame him for not wanting anything to do with her. After all, she’d broken his heart. He could hate her fairly right now.

Then her thoughts drifted, to when they first met, and when they were re-united again. The determination that took over her surprised her, and she found herself looking strongly up into his eyes again. Silk had to believe that Dom still loved her; she had to tell herself that time and misunderstandings couldn’t change something as strong as that.
Something reminded her that he had spoken, and that it was her turn to reply. She brought back his word, and as she heard his voice speaking in her head she melted. Her eyes closed and she rested her head on his soft body.
“Yes?”

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love me forever

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so little

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[x] For many months he had spent his time alone; with no company spare the few birds that might twitter sickeningly from within the shrubbery. So wasn’t it strange that for the first time in a long time he had company that he suddenly felt at his loneliest? Eyes rolled around within his head, unsure of where to position themselves. His audits twirled carelessly about atop his poll, fixing forward and then rushing back into the mass, of predominantly chocolate, mane. His heart was doing a strange thing from within its cage. One moment it would pound so heavily, beating up against the very walls and then the next it would suddenly slow to a numb, droning pace. Perhaps it was working along side his brain, after all, it was throwing thoughts and questions at him; while sometimes suddenly stopping and leaving him blank. Freedom suddenly shook his head, long strands of forelock taking flight across his vision. He cleared his mind from everything and tried to focus on reality. Just what was happening here?

[x] Silk. She was here wasn’t she? Dom new that was a fact so why was part of him still busy trying to deny it? A sickening feeling erupted from within his stomach while his b.reast thumped heavily, the sound of his heart banging in his ears. For a moment he looked blindly out in front of him, mahogany eyes wide as they darted hurriedly across the terrain in such of her, blissfully unaware she was actually behind him. A ghost of disappointment swept across his features and he seemed to slowly drift back into his state of numb indifference. His life had been far from perfect so his hopes would be in vain; nothing ever good seemed to happen to him anymore. Freedom seemed to be living in an alternate world to the one in which he used to live in. Long ago he had been happy, he had been in love, with so much hope of the future. But now, he felt like giving up the ghost of the love. He wanted to see Silk, not to embrace her, no; he wanted to scream at her. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry; some nights he even wanted to murder the grey mare. He wanted her to break the spell she had cast over him; he wanted her to break the curse she had burdened him with, he no longer wanted to painfully love her. But he knew that he always would.

[x] A shuffling from behind him once again alerted him from his abysmal slumber. He watched as, one by one, long and slender pearly legs were forced over the top of him. Who did this horse think they were? They had the whole terrain in which to go around him so why did they feel the need to physically step over him? Had he really become that invisible? Tired pools sunk into the other horse’s rump, which was positioned so rudely in front of him. It was such a familiar derrière, he noted, brows furrowing annoyingly across his eyes. And then the horse turned and gingerly lay its bod’ down onto the ground before him. It was a she and more to the point it was her. He had known all along that she had stood behind him, even though he had tried to deny it for so long. Even now he wished that he was kidding himself and that he was wrong. Even as she lay before him; unmistakably being the one of that beautiful staccature, he wanted to close his eyes and for her to not be there when he re-opened them. But she was so beautiful. He blinked and felt the moisture finally drench his eye balls; he had been staring. He heard her loud and clear, her vocals filling his very being and as soon as she fell silent he went deaf to everything else around him. All he heard were her lyrics replaying through his ears. But now that she was here it almost felt as though they had never been apart, simply that a great weight had been lifted from atop him and although his features remained the same, even as she rest her head softly against him, and even as he felt her soft mug press so soothingly against his coat, all he did was lower his jaw and without even realizing, he spoke.

“I love you.”

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IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou…
Over and over again Silk listened to Dom’s voice in her head. The voice that had taunted her for so long, now real. She lifted her gaze from the ground, where it had dropped after not getting a reply right away. She had been debating whether to just get up and leave, though she knew she could not leave him now. Who knew when she’d see him again, if ever.
Though she did have a knack for running into him.
Her vision was blurred and but her heart knew exactly where it was. If horses could cry, tears would have been swimming in her eyes. This was nothing like she had imagined it, but it was better. It was happening, and she was here, not sighing wistfully at the images in her head. They hadn’t said much, but they didn’t need to. She could tell that much as she searched his eyes for the back-up to his words, though she doubted he’d lie to her. He had the motivation to break her, if he wanted to. And Silk would let him. It would serve her right, and then maybe she could pick up the pieces and rebuild and move on.
But she really hoped that it wouldn’t come to that.
She hoped that the world wouldn’t deceive her so much as to take away the best part of her rather pathetic life.

iLOVEyouiLOVEyouiLOVEyouiLOVEyouiLOVEyou…
The words were so sweet…
Like a love story, almost, but not quite. Love stories always had that happy ending, like Cinderella or Snow White. The princess always got her prince. Not that Silk had ever heard any fairy tales. She’s a horse, silly.
And she definitely isn’t a princess.
Who knew what her ending was going to be? The ideal path was to make up with Dom and finally stay together, finally get that family that they both had desired, at one point at least. Silk was just not cut out to be anyone’s queen, though at a younger age she had dreamed of it once or twice. More often than that she’d dreamed of Dom, and the life they could’ve had together.
She had imagined being with him until she grew very old, and their grandchildren were prancing around them with long, awkward legs. She imagined the smile that Dom would get when he looked at the foals, carefree and happy as they had been so long ago. The thought of their daughter’s maternal pride as she looked upon her babies mirrored what she thought her own would be when Silk was looking at her own foals.
Or maybe they would have had a colt instead; maybe he would’ve looked just like his father.
Or maybe they would’ve had twins.

iloveYOUiloveYOUiloveYOUiloveYOUiloveYOU…
Her breathing was uneven as she looked at him. Did he still want her? Would he still take her? If she apologized for everything thing she had done to hurt him, would he be willing to forgive and forget? If she begged and pleaded, maybe he’d feel bad…
But then again, would she really want him to be stuck with her because of guilt? Not that he had all that much to be guilty for, no matter how much Silk tried to pin the blame on him. Most of it was on her side. The wind blew a cool breeze over her back and she shivered, her train of thought breaking off. Carved head tilted upwards to see the sky, but was lowered in dismay when all she saw was clouds of an ugly shade of grey. There was nothing at all romantic around to push him in her direction, to make him think twice before rejecting her. The smell of rotting fish kind of killed the whole mood.
Silk breathed in deeply, ignoring the stench, and prepared to lay her whole story out for him. It seemed like all she could do. But when she spoke, she couldn’t say what she planned, only what she felt.

“Love you more.”

She closed her eyes and leaned into him again. It didn’t matter that their relationship was all screwed up, that they didn’t know what the other had been doing for the past how many years.
He loved her, and she loved him, and that was enough.

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so little

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Didn’t anyone tell you, you’re supposed to,
Break my heart, I expect you to,
So why haven’t you?

[x] iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou… His own thoughts churned around his cranium, mimicking hers perfectly. All this time he thought that he would hate her, he knew he should hate her and yet…
Long ago he had given her his heart, she had always owned it, it had always belonged to Silk. Dom knew she had broken it; she should have broken it. But there it still was, beating furiously, painfully against his ribs. He tried to inhale, like a colt for the first time, struggling to fill his lungs, breath falling short in ragged, raspy intervals. Her perfume swam through his nostrils, smuggling him. All of this time Freedom had moved around as though he were unable to breathe properly, like a patient walking around without their medicine but now, here she was, exactly his brand of heroin; he needed her more then she may have thought.

[x] ‘I love you more’ was that physically possible? He doubted it, but as he softly and slowly ran his velveteen lips across her face, lipping at the forelock that fell long between her eyes, he contemplated his life. He had been born into a herd of wild mustangs, being born of the lead stallion and his specifically chosen broodmare he would, one day, replace his father. It had been both his most unfortunate and lucky day when he had been captured by a wrangler by the name of Harry. The two-leg had been kind to Dom and he had grown strangely fond of the old man, but the love he felt the upright creature was nothing in comparison to his feelings of the grey mare; he could still remember the first time he had ever laid eyes on her. Eventually, when all of the other horses had escaped from the large, metals corals, Freedom had been set loose along with Silk, did he regret going with the mare? Sacrifices – word of the day. Dom had always been a neutral by heart, but he was so very in love with the light mare that he had cast aside any ill-tempered thoughts to join her in Bell Vayle, did he regret choosing the lighter path? Would he have coped better with losing her, if he had not shut off his darker thoughts? The mustang’s large, predominately chocolate coloured dial shook, moving his whispery muzzle across her jaw line as his head swayed. Only fools regret what they never had. But what he had; that was a prize worth more then any other.

[x] Dom finally felt that as he had given her his heart, she had, all those many years ago, given him hers. And though it had weighted him down all this time, like a ball on a chain, causing him so much turmoil, he had always cherished it. He was staring, blinking furiously to moisten his eyes he looked away; he felt tired, no, he felt exhausted as though his whole body was on shutdown. Pulling his forelimbs out from beneath him he set them in front before attempting to force his weight onto them. His knees buckled and his skinny chassis fell back to the dusty earth. Fine then. He would just stay here. As the wind rippled through the desolate, ruined land it caught hold of his thick tendrils, tugging playfully at them, curling them around the lone, dirtied feather that still sat, tied tightly into his locks, flickering feebly along with the strands. Pieces of him that had before felt empty were beginning to feel noticeably fuller. The large, gaping hole that sat deep within him was scabbing over quicker then he had anticipated and that was from just seeing her. But was he really surprised? She was his past, his present and his future. She was his life.

“Stay with me, please.” His voice raspy from its lack of use, but it was so emotional, boarder-line pleading. She couldn’t leave him now, could she?

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She lay against him sleepily. She? Leave him? Yeah, right. Most likely it was the other way around. Silk was silent for a little bit, feeling the cool breeze twist around her in contrast to the warm air. But the air was nothing compared to the living, breathing stallion whom was touching her right now. She could feel his heart beating against her body, could feel his sides expanding with each breath he took. It was pure bliss. It was dark with her eyes closed, but she'd rather look at the back of her eyelids than the ruined land that splayed out in front of her. Yes, it was true that being with Dom made her incredibly happy, it made her want to leap and twist and turn and sing with joy, but the remains of Bell Vayle made her sad. She could vividly remember it in its glory days, when lights gathered and chatted on the shores of its shining beaches.
That wasn't so much to same today.

Something rumbled near, though, so she opened her eyes. Silk cast a glance backwards to see Dom, reminding her that she must reply. She didn't trust herself right now. She was afraid that she'd say something completely gooey and frighten him, so she was waiting for her mind to relax a bit. A smile playing on her muzzle, she tore her eyes off him and looked up towards the heavens. The moody grey skies had decided they were jealous of the love the two horses below them were sharing, and now opened up and began to pour on them. The raindrops were light and few at first, but as the distant thunder became not-so-distant and as the lightening struck menacingly, flashing light upon the mare's face, the raindrops began to come down harder and faster. Silk shuddered against the stallion, her fear of thunderstorms still strong but less than it normally was. She had her big strong Dom to protect her, and the thought comforted her. Nevermind that horses couldn't do a damn thing about lightening; she still felt safer.
"This storm came fast." She murmurred over the rain. It was true; three minutes ago the sky had just been brooding. "Shall we find a drier place to catch up?" The silver mare rolled away from him, wondering too late if she had hurt him by leaning against him. She wasn't fat, but no horse is by any means light. Of course, if Dom wanted to lay here in the rain she would lay beside him. No fear was going to drive her away from him. She couldn't live if she lost him again.
But Silk had a place in mind to dry off... a place she'd fantasized about ever since she found herself in Dreaver...
A place she could picture Dom and herself in all those years when they'd lost each other, a place where she'd wished they would've gone together.
That was none other than the Rhapsody Thicket.

Silk was ready now.

(( sorry for the awfulness and the shortness and the lateness... soy is feeling a bit faint =o ))

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love me forever

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