&&WhereTheMoonKissesTheSky//Bella[o]

[R!COCHETTE!?]

&&Feroz BELLEZA
&&Fierce Beauty<3

Are You Wondering?
Is It Life Or Death?
Do You Think That theres [NO ONE] Like You?

[/li][li]The copper paint mare walked onto the new land. She had travled from a far distence, and she had been lonely along her new journey. Her long bicolored tail flowed out behind her as she walked. Her head was bent slightly as pistons carried her. The land was nice, and their was a scent of other equines. She stopped, as a distraction approached her. Her aerials where perked up, sensitive naires flaring as a delicate butterfly fluttered around her arab face. She nickered softly to it, and it fluttered more. Please, don't leave. She was so lonely that she seeked the company of a butterfly. The delicate animal began to float away from her, and Bella's expression turned to an almost paniced look. Wait! Don't go! The mare turned a trot as she tried to follow the butterfly. A loud nicker escaped her muzzle as she tried to call for it to come back, but as she looked up, the butterfly had disapeered into the light. She put her head down in a sigh and then peered around the land. Her different colored orbs took in the surroudnings with anouther sigh. Why must everybody leave me so alone?

[**] Her delicate, arab like dial lifted to its full height as the wind blew. She closed her orbs and took a deep breath as the wind carried through her sensitive naires. She had the intent to find the Alpha of the land, and to seek exceptence into the herd. She could smell that there was anouther equine not far off, but she didn't know where. She opened her eyes with a pleased expression about her. She reared, kicking her front legs about, with a nicker. Once her front hooves landed upon the turf again, she pushed herself to a gallop. Her copper-and-white mane and tail flowed out behind her as she galloped. Her orbs where bright and full of excitement. She gave a few excted bucks along the way in pure enjoyment. She had not felt this good in a while. Anouther stop brought her to her attention. Her stomach rumbled with hunger as she looked around. There was a bush, the bush looked good. Yes. She said to herself as she high stepped to the small bush. She began to eat the bush, pulling peices off it, and chewing it with her large molars. She lifted her head, ceasing the chewing, as she heard a sound.
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[Areo]

The Weathertop Plains were quiet as was to be expected. Freedom knew that him simply being there wouldn't draw in the loners from the common lands to the north. Still, he was restlessly roaming around his aquired lands, from the Weathertop Hill to the river and even going as far as the foothills to the west. His handsome sun-colored form flowed over the golden-kissed plains, black mane, tail and legs accenting the deep bronze tones in his buckskin pelt. A white blaze accented the stallions face as well as three low white socks overtop the black on three of his legs. Muscles moved with smooth ease under his coat making it ripple in the springtime sunlight, midnight mane and tail flowing like silk banners as he trotted toward the Weathertop Hill with its lone oak growing at the very top.

It had been a long, lonesome and tiresome day but the sight of the tree was oddly soothing to Free's exhaustion and loneliness. The oak, so far from any forest, had spent many years alone. At least now Freedom and the oak could keep each other company while they watched over the land.

Spirits brightened just a bit, Freedom walked slowly up the steep Weathertop Hill. He moved slowly because a scent came to him on the breeze from beyond the hill. Stopping halfway up, limbs braced to keep from sliding or loosing his footing, Freedom flared his black nostrils and breathed in deeply. The air was fresh and clean over the plains but there was now an equine scent on the breeze, a lone mare in the valley beyond the Weathertop. Debating for a moment, Freedom tossed his head lightly before bunching his muscles.

Springing into a flat out gallop up the slope, Freedom tossed his head high and let out a whinny as he reached the top. Passing the old oak, hooves thundering over the plains, Freedom made his descent toward the flat land beyond the lonely tree atop the hill. He saw the mare with ease, a copper and white beauty grazing on a low bush a few yards from the base of the Weathertop Hill. Snorting softly, Freedom galloped past her before making an arch and cantering back toward her. A few feet away, Free slowed his gallop and came to a smooth halt. Flinging his head high, Free flicked his flanks with his tail and bobbed his head in greeting.

He hung back, waiting for her to either run, speak or yell at him for sneaking up on her so noisily.