[reach out] touch faith

[Racing]

you can run on for a long time

This Isn't Your Fight

run on for a long time

Isnigh

well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news

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my head's been wet with the midnight dew

Horse;; stands 16.3 hh

he spoke to me in the voice so sweet

American White Horse

i though i heard the shuffle of angel's feet

Pure, angelic, snow, pristine, perfect;;
white.

he called my name and my heart stood still

Very Pale Blue

workin' in the dark against your fellow man

Mare


but as sure as God made black and white

People tell me I'm the cutest thing ever, if that means anything. I find that I enjoy others' company, and no matter what they say or do I will do anything to be their friend. I like people, and am desperate to be friends with everyone and everything. I bow to others long before they ask; a friend once compared me to a light: gentle and sweet, avoiding conflict in any way. In a way, I do. Avoid conflict, this is. That's why I was named. I do not understand conflict or anger, as these are not emotions available to me. Nor are the emotions of depression, rage, extreme joy-- basically any extreme emotion is that which I do not feel. Once a Forcer tried to take me from my family because of my coat; see, my breed seems to be what of a rarity. He tried his hardest, but I went with him before he had to steal me. I am one of the most easily trusting creatures you'll ever see. I see someone and I trust them; I would follow them to the ends of the Earth if they asked me to. Ask and you shall receive. If you ask me to do something, it'll likely get done. If you don't ask... Screw you and your ideals.

On that note, if you betray my trust... I WILL KILL YOU. If I don't kill you right away, this is because I am giving you a second chance. Betray me twice and I will certainly attempt to send you to Hell. Now, see, this is why I am called a Dark. You aren't just called dark;; you ARE. Now, I may not immediately look like a dark or act like one, but piss me off and you will see... Oh, you'll see.

what's done in the dark will be brought to the light

"Mama! Pappy!" The snowling's tears dripped down her white face to freeze in the snow below. The tall black brute behind her wheeled, snarling at her and tugging at the glittering rope about her neck. Her mother and father's pristine white bodies lay in the snow, so still they might be pretending to be said snow, but for a maroon liquid that shattered the pureness of the scene. It lay splattered everywhere, coating the hind of the mother and the throat of the father. The forcer pulled the weanling from them, himself so clearly still aroused from his encounter with her mother. The father had lain dead for just five minutes before the horrible beast had done the deed and shown the youngling just how cruel the world, and stallions, could be. The youngling herself was terrified of the beast, terrified he would do to her what he had done to her mother, but oddly no. Instead, he dipped his head and faced her, and asked, "Littlie, will you please come with me?" To his surprise, she nodded. He took her from the scene gently, swiftly and with utmost care, to deliver her into the arms of a pure black mare. He and his mate were pleased with their stolen filly. They raised her as their own, but when she was old enough to breed they told her the terrible truth, the truth that she couldn't remember. In a fit of unseemly rage, the young snowling lashed out, and in a grotesque remake of her biological parents' death, the filly found peace.

Wiping her mind clean of both sets of deaths, the filly told herself a semblance of the truth; she'd willingly gone with a Forcer who wanted to take her from her family. She didn't tell herself about any of the deaths. She just washed herself clean of the blood and walked away.

Walking is how This Isn't Your Fight found this place, and staying is what she will do.

sooner or later God's gonna cut you down

I grinned as I cantered after the Monarch butterfly, blue eyes dancing in my skull as they tracked it across the beautiful valley. Carefree and filled with innocence, I chased that butterfly until it flew up out of my reach. Then I reared up at it, trumpeting my demand that it come back down to play with me. Upon my hooves touching the ground again, I snorted and whinnied, looking around for any other beings. Seeing none, and spying the sun going down over the mountains that soared above my head, I turned and trotted to my camp for the night. Upon reaching it, I halted and stared. There was a stranger here. A... a stallion. I began to shiver and back away, but then he looked up and noticed me. He nickered softly, "This is your place, isn't it? So why are you running, miss? Come join me for the night, if you don't mind my staying?" Curse the stud, he had phrased everything in the form of a question. I moved forward carefully and introduced myself, listened as he introduced himself, and then the two of us bedded down for the night.

When I woke up, I saw a pile of grass and a few apples lying not a foot from my face. Startled, I half-reared and spun to gallop away, but before I went five feet I was jerked back. The stallion stared at me from across the small clearing I had chosen, and for the first time I noticed the evil intent. I whinnied nervously and shied away, bumping into the rock wall that I had slept next to. Looking for what was keeping me here with him, I saw a fraying rope looped about my neck and tied to the single tree that would withstand even a draft horse's powerful kick. He came forward and stared me in my pale blues before speaking. "You're mine now. Be good while I'm away, Isnigh." With that he exited the clearing. As soon as he left I began chewing the rope. It took an hour, but that already frail rope soon was finished. I galloped away from the scene, putting all my power into running away. I climbed the mountains and ran down them, and in the sheer space of a few months I had covered such a distance that I felt comfortable enough to walk some. My sore hooves got a rest in a icy cold stream as I walked in that to erase my trail, and as I got to a waterfall, signaling the end of the stream, I saw a beautiful sight. These lands. A moon was rising over some far-off human structures, and as I watched a single black figure emerged from one of the buildings and galloped into a dark forest that was nearer to me. The only thing that stood between me and that forest was this nice, happy place with really pretty scenery. As I walked down the side of the waterfall, I vowed to stay out of that dark forest. I may be Dark, but no mare ought to suffer through that desolate area. I passed a crudely carved space in the side of the mountain I was exiting; it read, 'The Lands of The Blue Moon'. I smiled at it and kept walking, for here I felt a peace that I had not felt in such a long time...

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[title: Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode]
[code: God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash]

[.cay]

Accepted! I love her, Jake-wa! (: