Will No One see?

[rogue]

- it's not always rainbows and butterflies -

Rogue walked gloomily down the beach. She had just left the herd she had been in since she was born. It wasn't worth it. She had been at the top, her mother the Alpha femme. Then there was the death. She been sentence to become the lowest of the low. Not knowing how to work her way up, she just left. They didn't even missed. They probably just made fun of her behind her back. She looked around and saw no one. Does anyone care? She thought, ruefully. Of course they don't. Why should they care about a mare who's undecided. Her previous herd had been dark but she didn't agree with anything they said. She decided to go with whomever claimed her.

She took a look around. Instead of seeing a beautiful beach with stunning crashing waves, she saw conflict everywhere. The sand, for instance, longed to be individual. Each and every grain wanted to be counted as it's own, but we group them as sand. Beauty does not lie in an unsatisfied terra. The waves for instance, they were not the result of the moon's gravity. No, they were a fight between the land and water for a strip of land only 5 feet wide. The Ponds and Lakes had settle this argument already with a few conflicts here and there. The oceans, however, had to much to lose to just give it up, and with the rivers fueling the arguments, they felt unstoppable. Beauty does not lie in an everlasting fight with and infinite mount of compromises being created and broken with each crashing wave.

- it's compromise that moves us along -

[T.sume [Narya]]

<sup>I slip over the beach, paying little attention to anything around me. My thoughts remain inside myself, focusing solely on the dark demon that haunts my mind. I wish nothing more then to be free of the ebony nightmare, to have only light, happy thoughts fill my mind. But I know such a mind would be useless, for one day I would have to fight with other such creatures, and how can I fight what I don't understand? How can I shed the scar of my mind when one would always remain across my chest, reminding me to the last of my days that I was a unwanted mistake.

With a sudden jolt I emerge form my dream, dome lifting to see beyond the clouds of my mind. Someone stands not far from me, seeming equally conflicted as I am, and with hope in finding another kindred spirit, I step forward to greet them, not knowing their alliance or anything.

Hello.

I call out, audits high as I listen for a response. Not all my welcomes in this land have been pleasant, and I remain cautious of the outcome of this adventurous call.</sup>


[It's the only one but I'm not alone]

[rogue]

- can you not see? -

Rogue turned sharply on her daggers. Her banner and whip cord moved slowly then she and trailed behind. She saw this other. She knew nothing of this equines alliance nor sex but decided to reply. Or should she. She searched her thinkbox wildly, looking for an answer. None came. She took a chance.

'ello

The voice that escaped her kissers was small but confident. She knew not to show weakness in front of others. Conflict, perhaps, but never weakness. Weakness led to the domination of others and the intimidation of her. Her pelt shone with the little sun bouncing off the crashing waves.

Doubt once again filled her mind. This tore at her confidence with a sharp bladed knife. In her thinkbox, she had a momentary picture of flight, of running away from everything. Everything that plagues her. That plague the world. She looked back at the equine.

Is it truly worth it? Should I just leave.

Doubt once against destroyed her self confidence and she hung her head. Not in shame but in lack of want. She didn't want to look proud. She didn't want to be confident. She didn't want to put forth effort.

She longed for death but knew it was the most selfish thing. Taking her own life was the most selfish thing one could do. You, yourself, don't feel pain, depending upon the way you end it all. The others. The others you leave behind. They're the ones who suffer. They're the ones who have to feel sorrow. To feel pain.

- is nothing sacred? -

[T.sume [Narya]]

.:Keep holding on:.

<sup>I tilt my dome as her word comes forth. It is a simply announcement, but I sense many thing from the way it was spoken. But I keep my thoughts to myself, casting my dark orbs to the world beyond us, to the high waves and churning waters at their back. I stood removed from the scene, more watching that appreciating the view. It held a special place in my heart, but the event was more important to me then this place.

I say nothing figuring silence would be better then any words I could declare at this time. The vixen seemed very conflicted, and I ponder to myself if I should let her be, I could only be disturbing her.

With a gentle sigh I dip my tiara to a high wave, the foamy water swirling around my flints, and twisting over my pistons. It seemed to me every one was troubled anymore. The only ones I had ever known who hadn't had dark secrets and deep scars was a small herd. I lived on their edge for such a long time, wishing to desperately to feel their touch and comforting bodies beside me. So happy they had always seemed, ignorant, or maybe just uncaring, of the young, small stallion who stood on their edge. I just want everyone to be happy for once. A smile couldn't hurt, could it?

I curved my dome in the vixen's direction, flashing her a warm smile.</sup>

.:You're not alone:.

[rogue]

- been far away -

Rogue's auds perked up as she awaited some word to pass through his kissers. When nothing happened but silence, she decided to speak.

Her kissers parted but nothing came out. She shut them and her pearls collided with a small click.

She tried once more. Her kissers parted.

The equines assigned to care for me called me Rogue. What did your elders call you?

She said this with as much emotions as she could muster.

- for far to long -

[T.sume [Narya]]

.:Keep holding on:.

<sup>More words? Interesting, that had been a bit unexpected, but pleasant.

My dam called me Tsume the day I lived.

I respond, a crooked smile gracing my velveteen at the last part of my reply. That always tends to send me deep into thought, crawling within the darkness of my demented and tainted mind to find answers that aren't even there. There was no time to drown inside myself now, though, for the fae seemed to be beginning to open up some.

Did you know you're... care takers well?

I ask her, wishing to understand what it was like to a sire who wasn't trying to kill you. It must be been fun.</sup>

.:You're not alone:.

[rogue]

It was an odd question but Rogue felt inclined to answer.

I didn't know my sire well. He was busy running the herd. I did know my dam exceedingly well. She took care of me and raised me.

A dreamy look crept into her eyes.

She was alpha femme so no one dared stand up to me. I was at the top. Then the wolf came and slaughtered her. I got moved all the way to the bottom so I left. It wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth trying to climb to the top again. It would never happen.

She turned back to the brute.

What about you?

[T.sume [Narya]]

.:Keep holding on:.

<sup>Oh, my sire was a tainted stallion who took in my dam as his lead. Once she had me she ran away with me, hiding from my sire anywhere she could. He eventually caught up to us, though, killing her and scaring me.

I reply with little emotion, because I know if I think about what I'm saying, it'll hurt again. I was tired of hurting, of the dark memories. You think after so many years I would have gotten over it, but I loved my mother. She had been everything to me.

Can we, uh, talk about something else?

I asked, averting my gaze to a distant horizon.</sup>

.:You're not alone:.

[rogue]

Rogue realized that this was a tender subject and didn't pursue it. She realized that the silence that might follow could quite possibly become awkward. She decide to take another stab at any fragment of conversation.

On what side does you soul lie?

She asked this quite boldly. She needed to know and ask before he did. She would lie and say she was on the same side he was. She knew Undecided's weren't exactly pleasing.

[T.sume [Narya]]

.:Keep holding on:.

<sup>Oh, um... Well, I guess you'd say I'm a light.

I respond with a shrug.

To tell you the truth, I'm not entirely sure.

I add with a guilt grin, my orbs watching the mare, filled with an insatiable curiosity. Mares astound me for some reason, they always appeared so amazing to me. Maybe it's because I spent so little time with stallions, but I've always had a deep respect for the female kind. Whatever the reason, I wondered how other brutes acted around these faes. I'd already tried showing off, and that hadn't worked, so I was rather lost about what I should do to impress this femma.</sup>

.:You're not alone:.