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In a world made in shades of black and white this beast was one who straddled the line and lived his existence in the Grey. At a distant glance he seemed like just another creature born into the lands of myth and magic. Broad build and tall standing. Pelt of a steel hued Grey. Inked mane and tail. Even his wings were a soft dove Grey clasped against his lightly dappled side as he dipped his head to the water and drank. It was only when he raised his head and one saw the duel corkscrews of twisted horn that grew from his brow that one might get the feel something was different about this being.

Light winds brushed a few stray hairs back from Sytow's nape and danced like butterflies seeking release from their bounds. Snorting lightly and tossing his head to dry his damp muzzle he looked around at the nearly dead land around him. not dead as in lack of green and growing things. No, this place was lush and ripe with life on the fauna type. It just lacked in the four footed department. Though recently he would have gone mad if he'd been around others for another second that mania had passed and he now sought company with ANY creature of his type or not. After all, he didn't even know who he was.

As often happened when he was alone (and didn't want to be) his thoughts returned to he who had sired Sy. The mad game player who'd engendered his birth, yet hadn't given a second thought to the result. Had the stag only left the foal to die or be adopted into his mother's clan his life might have gone quite another way, but raised among the other misfits and outcasts he found himself questioning his every move and thought until he wondered if he too were mad. No! Snorting loudly he lept back with a grace owned by his breed and few others, feathered appendages lashing out at the teasing zepherys before settling down again. He'd NEVER be like his twice cursed sire. He was his own soul and he'd find his own way.

[Abba]

;;Rasta

But your eyes see right through,
That's all they do...

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The dainty mare's hooves quietly picked their way through the tricky landscape which was held and very common around the rushing rivers. The rocks going and protruding from the landscape in odd areas, just allowing her hooves enough room to slide in between them in a dangerous fashion. Her muscles were beginning to cry out in pain as she pushed herself forwards. She needed to stop soon, after all, she had been walking along all day. No sign of equine life, or even some form of activity seemed to run along these lands which she was from. But, even at this moment she had absolutely no clue who's terrain she was on, or if she was nearing the land of the hybrids, or a safe haven. A safe haven of neutral land or the land of her own kind. As she emerged into the sunlight it reflected off of her own pelt adding some sort of sheen to it making it almost alluring. She shook out her mane, allowing it to fall precariously against her shoulders. She snorted once and tilted her maw into her chest as she stretched her legs out farther. She could feel the pooling of the liquid which was racing past her and it was daring to stop itself a few feet past the edge of the trees which guarded the lake.

I'm not strong enough to stay away
Can't run from you, I just run back to you...[/i]

Water, the one thing that sustained life. The one thing that kept memories circulating your mind. Time was supposed to help in the healing of the pain from these images which clouded everyone's mind. It was supposed to fix the wounds which you had inflicted. And yes, it was true, time did heal certain things. But, with her, it allowed her memories to stay fresh in her mind. She could feel her mother's death as if it had been yesterday. She had been moving just as much as she had that exact day. She had told herself she needed to keep moving. If that stag had any reason to go and find her, he would still be after her. But, he was the kind that despised all other races of unicorns, and all other types of equines, whether it be because they were winged, or because they had fins. She had told herself that she wouldn't be anything like that stag, that one stag which had decided to kill off her father. For God's sake, he hadn't even been her kind. He just took over her father's herd due to the fact that they were peace-keeping animals, and they didn't enjoy the prospects of a fight. Her father had tried to fight that black unicorn to the best of his ability. But, he wasn't strong enough, he wasn't skilled enough. And, unfortunately he hadn't been able to find a way to beat this stag with the four feet long horns and he had been killed in the fight, taken away by the surges of a nearby river never to be seen again. The whole herd realized at that time though, that there was no way that they would ever see that golden stag again. Rasta had inherited his coat, but not his mane. Her mane was almost the same ivory colour of her mother's pelt, or so she had been told by the elder of her herd before she had escaped. And it was now, with the constant fear of stopping on her mind, that she recalled what had happened before her mother's death and then the scene she had found her in. No, she wouldn't be anything like that stag. She couldn't, and she wouldn't.

I'm so confused, so hard to choose
Between the pleasure and the pain...[/i]

As she drew nearer to the pond she could feel the presence of another being. Finally, another equine. Though, she wasn't close enough as of yet to make out everything upon his body. After all, she was only a mere four summers of age. But, she still needed a lot of practice in order to make out the vibrations and shapes of something more than thirty feet away from her. She tossed her head, causing her forelock to catch itself upon the straight horn which protruded around a foot out of her cranium. Tilting her tiara a tiny bit she inched closer, managing to get into a range where she could feel his form. Well, she could feel his form as it leaped backwards in the air, wings outstretched, and the tip of his twisting horn at the other end before the creature landed. Immediately, she stopped, her hooves planting themselves deeply into the earth which was around her giving her a bit of a taller stature. It was quite comforting to her, to feel something stable underneath her that she knew would most likely almost always be there and know for sure that nothing was going to happen. Allowing her forelock to fall over her eyes she stood still, as if she were a statue. She was completely unsure of how to go about approaching anyone as she had been alone for the past year of her life, and as a foal, her mother had always been at her side, keeping her alone. She was usually unsociable, even though she had gone in and saved a few of the younger lost foals from a few pack of wolves. But, she always disappeared from the scene after wards. As she stood there, keeping her no sightless gaze towards him, she felt something pulling at her heart strings. A feeling that she wanted to associate with another creature for once. She didn't want to be alone anymore. She just couldn't.[/center]


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. side notes - I did this in like 45 minutes under a time crunch of parental controls.[/size]