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[duskanddawn13]

is there anybody out there who, is lost and hurt and lonely too,
are they bleeding all your colors into one?

By nature or fate or some other means, the cross-bred pinto had found himself slowly drifting to where the other horses roamed. The stallion still kept himself relatively hidden away, afraid of sparking some sort of territory dispute caused by a simple misunderstanding. He, known as Kodak, wanted a place that he could call home, more then anything else, but his gentle nature made him unwilling to battle for it. An easier route would be to find an unclaimed territory and slip in silently, and then perhaps, no one would try to steal it away from him.

But for now, Kodak was content to put seeking a place to live on standby, perhaps for even weeks, and find another thing that was missing from his young life- companionship. Now, in this moment, his only company was his shadow, and everyone knows a shadow of yourself, projected upon the earth, is not much fun to talk too.

So now, Kodak lumbered through the sun-splashed forest, occasionally swishing his long black tail to shoo away the pesky flies. Branches brushed against his brown-and-white hide, leaving small marks. Here, there was no path, not even a deer trail, so underbrush clung to his massive tan hooves.

After nearly half and hour of walking, Kodak stopped to catch his breath, and, lifting his head, noticed that the sunlit ahead seemed brighter. Continuing forward, he pushed past two large trees and emerged into a lush, green field. The grass was halfway up his cannon bone, and waving softly in the breeze. A stream ran through the middle of the field, curving gracefully and eventually slipping beneath the cooling shade of a small cluster of willow trees.

Kodak studied the meadow or a minute, considering whether it was worth venturing over to the small cluster of trees. He could see more flies swarming above the grass, and the grass might cover up any holes in the ground...

"Oh stop it, you idiot," Kodak muttered to himself, stepping forward from the woods. "It's not as if you're going to go galloping across this field like a madman. After all, it seems deserted." There was really no reason for him to speak aloud, other then to mask the silence this place held. Other then the sound of the flies buzzing and the gurgling of the creek, everything was deadly still.

Kodak made his way across the field until he reached the cluster of trees beside the stream, and circled beneath them, savoring the shade. The day was heating up quickly, and his shaggy mane made his neck uncomfortably hot.

I guess I'll wait here, Kodak thought to himself, lowering his head just a tad. Maybe someone will happen to come along. I could use a little company...

and if you come undone, as if you've been run through,
some catapult had fired you, you wonder if your chance will ever come,
and if you're stuck on square one.

words; 466 without coding.
notes; this is open for anyone~
song is Square One by Coldplay~

[Sammy]

O Artemis, thou maid divine
O huntress, fair to see
O bring that keen-nosed pack of thine
And hunt through all the worlds with me

T'was a minor misconception on Kodak's part, for the immediate land was in fact not as empty as it first seemed. Rather, the other occupants, or occupant, was engrossed in their own little game, so to speak.

Most untoward, it was, for such an elegant little piece de royale to be engaging in such a game. But she'd given up those confines to the best of her abilities the day she had bid farewell to her family and her place as a little princess of the Trojan herd, turning her back on her bloodline in favour of following those brothers she so adored and admired.

And she was mightily unimpressed that she hadn't found them yet.

Not that she particularly seemed to care at the present. Her heart was with Artemis at the present, and with Artemis came the wilderness and the hunt. Thus, the mare that was chestnut and sorrel and rather too tall for what one would expect of a female was thoroughly engrossed in what it was she sought at present, her feathered hooves still and her wide, fiery eye fixed and barely blinking as she studied her quarry.

Now, she was no hidden carnivore. Of course not, silly ones; she merely wished to enjoy the beauty of the wilderness when it appeared. Like now...with that most beautiful parrot, with his bright rainbow plumage and sweet call that seemed to ache with the very core of love left to loneliness. T'was the call of a mate that echoed through the trees and into the clearing before them.

If he was aware of her presence, he seemed to mind little. Her stillness brooked him no threat, even if her eyes were intent with hungry curiousity and appreciation. Something else did, though...the sound of another large form moving about, and with a shrill cry of alarm, the pretty parrot took wing, much to the distress of the mare.

"Oh no!" Polyxena cried, comical distress in her voice as the bird took way through the field.. Caring nought for how she might appear or how undignified she might seem, the willowy mare plunged through the wilderness, as if the huntress herself was desperate and injured in the knowledge that she'd been spotted.

"Nonono, come back!" Polyxena entreated, bursting gracelessly from the trees she'd been esconsed amongst in her bid to pursue the parrot. T'was in vain though - the little creature became a speck in the sky, and in the middle of the semi-long grasses, the daughter of Artemis kicked her feet and shook her head like a child who'd lost their favorite toy.

"Oh damn it all!" she hollered, stamping a foot, the look in her eye bright and wild with displeasure even as she scolded no one in particular, "Thou scared him away!"

[duskanddawn13]

is there anybody out there who, is lost and hurt and lonely too,
are they bleeding all your colors into one?

The chestnut mare's appearance had been, to put it lightly, unexpected. Kodak had no idea how long she'd been there, or what she had been doing, but just as he had been drifting off into his own world again, she had come bursting from the trees, crying out in obvious distress as she looked at a.. parrot, brightly colored, gliding across the sky. Kodak had never seen anything quite as brightly colored as the feathers of the bird, so for a moment, he watched it instead of the stranger, as the bird drifted ever further away, and then turned his attention back to the mare.

A sort of spirited, reckless glow radiated off of her. She appeared not to care that he was there, perhaps, she hadn't noticed him, though he was rather… well, large to go unseen. She, though, caught up in her frenzy of chasing the vibrant parrot, might not have brought her eyes back to earth long enough to notice Kodak’s bright hide.

And there was something else Kodak noticed about the chestnut- she was tall, like him. Taller then most of the mares he had seen before, even, save for a few drafts, who were taller then anything, which could be expected with a draft. And she- this mare- appeared to be alone. Kodak could hardly see this horse as being dangerous, so he lifted a massive hoof and began to approach her.

The painted stallion stopped close enough the she was sure to see him, but enough distance away that the mare would not feel uncomfortable because of his presence, and spoke. "Hello there. I couldn't help but notice you're.. er," What the hell do you call her “arrival” without sounding weird? Kodak thought, not wanting to sound like an idiot. "You're interesting way of entertainment." Well, that sounded stupid, but hopefully it won't offend her, Kodak thought, his eyes still resting on the mare. "I'm sorry; I suppose I should introduce myself more formally. My name is Kodak, and may I ask to know yours?"

and if you come undone, as if you've been run through,
some catapult had fired you, you wonder if your chance will ever come,
and if you're stuck on square one.

notes; Sorry it's so short. :/ The next one will be longer, I promise, I just threw this together so you could have some sort of reply.