Addicted

[raven]

Wraith

^{To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure}

The hot, golden tinted sand slung up around the Friesian's onyx colored hooves, occasionally sticking to the light feathering on her lower legs. She was moving at a very fast pace, furiously galloping along the beach. She had simply wandered here, as she had wandered to every other place. The mare had not come here to search for companionship or to be claimed; she snorted quietly to herself at this thought. No, the large female had came here simply because she could. Was that not her reasoning for doing everything she did in life? Because she could? Or more so because she would. And was there nothing she would not do? Well, there was a select few things. But, aside...

She slowed her galloping to a quick-paced trot, tassel and dreads still flowing behind her steadily. She then slowed to a walk, which proceeded to become a complete stop. Her dark brown eyes scanned the sandy surrounding, passing by others that held life like they simply were not there. Her dull orbs settled on the deep blue ocean, and she started forward once more at a moderate, easy pace. In a matter of moments she had reached the soft sand just before the water, and within a few more long strides, her raven-colored hooves had reached the water. She waded in a bit further, until the cool waves came up a bit above her underbelly and chest. Her mane and tail skimmed the water, and she sighed quietly to herself.

It had been a while since she had felt the cold chill of water against her ebony pelt. Though she hated to admit to any feelings, it was the slightest bit refreshing. She had been wandering about in the hot sun for days, and that had made her already-horrid-mood even worse. She allowed her eyes to scan the beach once more, not particularly looking for anything or anyone. Come to think of it, however, she had not conversed or interacted with another equine in...god, she had lost count. Not that she cared.

Did she ever?


^{Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real}

[hero]

Hero
I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song

A beautiful day can be a horrid day, in the deep confines of a twisted mind.

Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.

My mind's mental clock chimed its own grueling rhythm as I came to the beaches. It was a different geography than the red walled confines of my lands. Actually it gave my optics a break and they cast themselves about lightly drinking in the deep blue color of the water. My pillars were striking a beat with the clock in my crania and soon it was like a frickin marching band. The clock ticked and my hoof went down. The clock tocked and my hoof would lift. They did this in pairs though as I quickly struck up a two-beat pattern. My timing was a little off with the sand but who the hell cared. No one was in my mind but myself.

After a little bit of this I stopped completely and listened to the silent striking of notes. I shook my dial and focused on the movement of the waves and just as soon as it had started the clock ran out of batteries. A slight smirk alighted upon my cursed kissers as thoughts rang dryly in my skull. Oh my. The song is over. What am I to do? I guess my mind was just trying to fill the space of a companion from lack of equine interaction. Horses were meant to be herd animals weren't they? Even the most ill-social horse must long or reach out for some kind of interaction sometime. It was how we were wired. Apparently my wiring was a little screwy because at the moment my mind was my only companion.

With a slight sigh I looked away from the push and pull of waves out along the coast line. A dolphin, some fish, a sea lion, a black mare, a few crabs.... Mentally I started rattling off what I saw yet my optics shot back to the second to last figure. I blinked once and noticed my orbs were not deceiving me. A large friesian mare stood in the water looking out to the horizon. Twin harks flickered lightly upon my dial as I decided on what to do. Should I approach.? Maybe the mare isn't in the mood for company. Why the hell do I care how she feels? I snorted lightly as my pillars churned forward towards the mare. Hopefully she would notice me before I was there.

[raven]

Wraith

^{Its all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems were wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home}

Wraith lowered her maw to the water, taking long sips of the water. She did not mind how salty and foul it tasted, as she was quite thirsty. She continued to drink the dark blue liquid for a moment, before lifting her head. Dark brown orbs skimmed the water, glancing out as far as her sight allowed. On the ocean stretched, seeming to never end. The mare had actually taking a liking to the warm sand and cold waters of the place-- though, of course, she would never easily admit to such. She was supposed to have absolutely not feelings or emotions, at all. Period. She preferred it that way, because...she couldn't be hurt again. It was such a simple problem that she had just as simply solved.

Her auds suddenly perked forward as the sound of hooves beating dully against the sand reached them. She would not have even bothered to give her attention to the sound, had it not seemed that it was growing nearer to her. Turning her ebony colored head, her gaze swept away from the water and onto the land. And sure enough, the Friesian spotted a stallion approaching. What could he possibly want with a mare like her? Well, she wasn't just going to stand there and wonder. No, that wasn't her at all. She certainly was stupid. She was going to meet him half-way and ask straight-forward what he wanted with her.

Walking away from the water, her body rose out of the liquid slowly. Soon enough she was away from the waves, her hooves now touching wet sand. With a slight snort, she started forward at a steady pace. Tassal swishing ever-so-slightly, she walked directly towards the stallion. When she thought that she was close enough, Wraith halted and allowed her auds to flatten against her cranium. Stomping her right fore-hoof slightly, she watched him with narrowed eyes. "From the way you were approaching, I would guess you wanted something of me. And what exactly would that be, stallion?" She asked in her dull yet stern tone. Her orbs stayed locked on him, watching and waiting impatiently for an answer.

^{I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive}