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i was standing under the sprawling bough of oak tree with my mother. her scent warming and comforting, but changed. i could smell the milk her teets were producing, and for a moment, i wanted some. i was a just a filly, perhaps 2 when my dame was pregnant with my brother. my mother suddenly quit her grazing on the green grass that surrounded us in fields, and looked at me with a penetrating, rather serious, stare. she broke it off to look at the many other herd members of various breeds and colors around us, grazing too. then, she looked back at me with that same stare, and said calmly, "memoir, i want you to know that if you should ever find a place where just standing there you can be utterly content... you should stay there, and never leave. because that, my darling memoir, is your home." here, my mother's brown gaze softened, and she neighed with laughter. "we are family, and i should always be your first home. i am your mother. but, should you leave this herd, for whatever reason, and you heart tells, no, demands that you stay because you are absolutely at peace... that is where you should be. because... that is where you will find love, life, and laughter away from your father and i." she nuzzled me, and then continued grazing, only after letting her gaze gently hold onto my frame for one more fond moment. i took a step forward and then leaned into my mother's heavy frame. she started for a moment, chuckled, and then sighed out a happy, "i love you, memoir. i shall always love you. no matter how old you become. and so will your father. the role of leader takes a toll on his body. but, he does love you, as do i." i smiled, closed my eyes, and listened to the familiar sound of her heartbeat.


my own heartbeat had taken me back in time. to a time where i had all things familiar within my reach. at that time, i didn't know this singular, happy, intoxicating moment would be the last one i would have with my mother. i didn't know that when i thought of the last time i saw her, i would imagine this. i thought i would have had many more. but that was not to be.

i stood on the sandy shore of this unknown place, and i felt the balance of happiness and peace in my soul. i literally felt as if i could stay there in that spot forever. of course, if my legs wouldn't get so weary. at the thought, i snored, laughed, and then shifted my weight. i wondered what it would feel like... i suddenly broke the sound of the waves with my loud, merry, and unexpected laughter. i was oh so tired of wondering. i was going to do. therefore, i bolted. the sand on the shore didn't stand a chance. the strong legs my mother gave me stretched out, my banners whipping behind me. and i laughed and laughed and ran and ran, splashing up the water like a foal, because in the longest of times, i was happy. i had nothing, but i was happy.

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/30wt8xw.jpg] It was hard to keep his mind from reeling back to the situation that was surely growing. The Divine alliance needed numbers. Felix was surely plotting against Laermeluion and his lands. It irriated him immensely with how his numbers lacked. Was he a bad leader? Did others not wish to join him in his stand against the Demonic king? He was unsure of what was happening outside his lands and that bothered him. Laer knew he must venture out and recruit the many equines that littered the lands in search of a home, a purpose. And he was here to give them one. However so far, the painted King felt as though he were failing. He didn't want to be known as a weak leader or anything of the sort. He wanted to be the one other called upon for help. His father before him was a great leader and he did not wish to dispoint his father even if his father was laying in his grave. No, he was probably rolling over in his grave with how things were going so far. Thoughts of his father brought a frown to his lips. Laer's father was such a good ruler and had gained the respect of the many alliance members. However, over the years under Laer's rule things changed and not completely for the better. It bothered him and he wished to change things. But where to start? His lands were barren of other life. A few other souls roamed the lands but it was quiet. He had not spoken to anyone in many days and he knew he needed to change it. He needed to be a better leader and more in tune with the members that called his lands home. Not only that however, Laer needed to go out and make his presence known among the many other souls of the lands. He would start today. Snorting, Laermeluion made his way from his perch and down into his vast lands. Reaching the flasts, he took in a deep breath, the salty air made his way to his naress. A nice splash in the warm waters seemed like something that he needed. The waters always seemed bring his mind to ease. Hooves landing upon moist soil soon fell upon warm sand. His eyes closed for a moment as his body ceased its movement. He stood there tall and proud and let the breeze blow through his locks. Laer listened closely to the sounds around him. The birds chirping, the water crashing and . . laughing? Was he imagining things? Was he going crazy? His eyes shot open as he looked around. Stepping forward he looked around, his eyes soon landing upon another equine. Brow raised with auds pricked, listening. What was so funny? Laer soon grew curious as his muscular legs carried him forward. Trotting towards the other, his own legs soon splashing to the water, his feathers flattening to his hooves. He whinnied out to the female, bringing to her attention that he was there, as to not frieghten her too much. "Hello there. What may I ask is so funny?" He asked bluntly as he closed in on her. Muse;; decent.. surprisingly Musice;; point to prove by thory of a deadman Notes;; horrible but it works for now.

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i had been so busy follicking that i had forgotten all about the environment around me, which given the any other circumstances would have been fatal. however, it was a tall, strong stallion i had run into. my laughter stopped, and i skidded to a halt in front of him, my back legs splayed, and my front ones locked and digging deep into the sand. and in that position i froze. i figured i looked rather comical. this stag was enormous. i thought i was big, but this stallion was massive. although his presence seemed calm, the simple way he stood reminded me of a leader. one just automatically knows when one sees such a thing. i definitely knew. he reminded me of the little bands of mustangs i had come across in my travels. or rather- he reminded me of their leader, an average sized stallion that demanded attention with his simple and definite authority. in a way... this stallion was a bit appealing.

but then again, he reminded me of my father.

not entirely. just... the leader part. the authoritarian figure he carried in his chest and in his head.

so, i stood up slowly, and would've held together a mature facade, if not for the fact that when i lifted my front hooves from the sand, they made a suction cup, and a puckering sound erupted the silence. then, i started laughing. i admit, my laughter was at first tense and fake because i didn't know this male, but then i realized i was happy, and i didn't really care. my laughter turned natural and light, friendly. "well, sire, my happiness is funny! the feeling's only fleeting, so why not enjoy it while it lasts?" i whinnied loud, and then went forward and touched his shoulder with my muzzle. actually, it was more of a nudge. "you look like you could use some happiness... oh, come on, sire. be immature with me." i pranced in place out of my excitement, my blackness glossy and wet with the waters of the shore. i tossed my head and smiled with eyes bright. "come on, your majesty. don't think, just do." to be honest, i had didn't know if he was a king. he seemed to be like one to me, so that's what i dubbed him. even if he wasn't a real king he was to me, now. the thought made me laugh again, the merriment resounding like bells chiming in the air. "if you can catch me, king, i'll tell you my name." then, i spoke no more. in a flash of laughter and spark, my rear legs surged with explosive power and propelled me forwards. i was flying.

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