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Literature

Never Known

At night, where the candle burns slow, and the light dances with the shadows in an ever glow. On paper with ink wet, yet unfinished words only remain. To think the show must end, but it was never true this would lend. Just a performance for one and none set on a stage that soon became a cage. A smile as though a wisp that hides the mask so fixed to a face, a charade all the same. Weak are these days now dragged along on the river known by that name of ever to change. In truth and in shame, all you knew was a ghost that posed, yet nothing passed of who never gave. At most a shade flittered on candlelight to reveal a form of human and a grave. To conceal a life that always felt this would never, no, it would never ever stand a whole lifetime and again. Tears danced and ebbed away, as land of that farce did the same. At night when under the moonlight, wonder calls with a rhyme as to challenge a mind. Who walks this world, who speaks with lies, who lives an actor's

Literature

BLACK SEA X

They loved each other. That was the problem. The gunmetal sky split open like a rotten fruit as Rebecca adjusted her grip on the missile launcher. Sweat carved paths through the grime on her face, but she didn’t blink—not when the whale-shark hybrid breached the black waves, its maw a wet cathedral of razors. The whale-shark's dorsal fin sliced through the holographic waves like a rusted guillotine blade, and for a fraction of a second, Rebecca remembered how soft his hands had been. That was the cruelest part—how gentle he'd been when he wasn't trying to kill her. The missile launcher's weight dug into her shoulder, but the real ache was lower—buried somewhere between her ribs. Love was supposed to be shelter, not shrapnel. She'd traced the scars on his back the night before the mission, counting each ridge like a bad prayer. His breath had been warm against her neck. Now the same mouth that murmured her name split into a grin full of teeth too large to be human. The missile

Literature

The Weight of Salt and Light

Tears are not fractures in the face, they are rivers remembering their source. They fall not because something broke, but because something refused to turn to stone. In the chest, pressure builds like weather, clouds thick with all the words unspoken. Rain is not the sky surrendering— it is the sky choosing release. I have seen steel rust from silence, seen mountains split by patient water. What endures is not what never bends, but what bends and still remains. Each tear carries a history of standing, of holding the door against the storm long enough to know when it is finally safe to open it. Salt marks the proof of survival. It says: I felt this fully and did not disappear. So let the eyes shine, let the body speak in its oldest language. Crying is not the absence of strength— it is strength, finding its way out.

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CV - A Frightful Sight

Flynn and Nyroc observed the little band, looking down on the rest of their herd from a rocky outcropping. The other horses grazed on what little winter grass they could find. This deep into the snowy season, it was hard to come across good food. This worried the two leaders. While some might say that Flynn and Nyroc had no actual status difference, it was clear that they were the co-leaders of the Bachelor band. Nyroc's tail flicked. Flynn stamped a hoof. The others barely bothered to take note; if there was trouble, Nyroc would have squealed a loud alarm. He was well known for that vocal “move-it” call. Flynn depended on Nyroc's speedy and loud warnings to alert the herd to any possible danger. Saffron was currently upside down, rolling in the snow-laden mud. It was still freezing cold, and Flynn couldn't imagine rolling for himself. But the appaloosa stud sometimes found it released tense muscles along his top line. Therefore, he rolled whenever he got a little too stressed. And in

Literature

Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

It was the sound of stampeding cattle that first caught Curtis’s attention. He and Sirius were out foraging – though pickings were slim this early in the year. Still, he hoped for possibly some early choke cherries or something besides hardtack and dried rations. His last trip fishing had ended horribly, thanks to the crazed bull so…he was not apt to want to go back. However, he and the white mare had made quite a lazy loop around their usual stomping grounds. It wasn’t until the air began to hum with a sound like thunder that Curtis really got concerned. He was currently on the ground, but slung himself into the saddle as the first of the animals slipped and slid over the ridge. “Shit!” He barked, digging his heels into the mare’s sides. As Sirius rocketed off, the sky above them roiled with snowclouds. NOT NOW! Curtis’s words were hissed curses dragged through his teeth as he and Sirius thundered down the small ridge. Snow began to fall in thick, fat flakes, obscuring his vision.

Literature

Busy Day - CV

Morning sun filtered through the trees. Last night’s rains seemed to have dissipated, as Nyroc and Flynn wandered their territory. The pair of cream colored stallions made quite a sight, as they crossed hills and valleys. As they walked, Flynn glanced over at Nyroc. Nyroc caught the glance, and grinned. Arching his neck, the stallion struck out at the ground, tail flagging. Flynn chuckled, amused by Nyroc’s sudden decision to strut his stuff. The other stud trotted forward, feeling silly as he tossed his head. His golden hued coat shone in the light. The pair of them made a wide, lazy turn and headed back towards the rest of their Bachelor band. So far, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. However, as they moved forward, they caught sight of a flashy bay splashed coat. Narrowing his eyes, Nyroc dropped the strutting act, and shuffled forward. The horse’s ears perked up, and he whinnied to them. But Nyroc was in no mood to share territory. With a whinny of challenge, he surged

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[CV] Chapter 2: We're On Our Way

The morning was cool and awash with new dawn mist. Birds were beginning to wake up and begin their early rituals. Perseus yawned widely and blinked sleep from his eyes as he was continuously nudged awake. It took a moment for him to understand what was happening. Glancing over, he saw the goat kid butting into his side. Once it realized he was awake, it bleated in his face plaintively. “Oh…right.” Percy mumbled as he lurched to his feet. He stretched and shook the dew from his mane before looking around at the herd. Denna was already making her way over to him, a bleary eyed Jason in tow. “Obviously I’d go with you if I could,” Denna started with a quick glare over at Jason, “But I have been requested to stay put.” “You’re nearly ready to burst. It wouldn’t be good for the foal.” Jason said through an enormous yawn. Denna snorted. “You should take someone with you, though.” Percy thought for a moment. “What about Kili? Or Louisa?” The aforementioned mares both had draft

Literature

[CV] Howl (85) - Brace for a Storm

“You call this a storm?” shouted Santiana, a wild light in her eyes matching the flashes of lightning. “Yes, I do!” Howl roared back, struggling to make himself heard over the monsoon. The Lead Stallion’s ears were pinned against his head, his blue eyes narrowed to tiny slits, as he unsteadily put one hoof in front of the other, being as careful as he could, leading the herd down the rocky slope. A nasty squall had taken them entirely be surprise, far away from any real shelter. Ordinarily, Howl would have the herd hunker down and wait out the worst of the rain and wind, but Shiver was heavily pregnant and had begun shakingly violently from the lashing wet and cold. Unwillingly to separate the herd in such dangerous weather meant he was taking them all to a dank overhang of rock in the shadow of the mountains. Even Fleetwood seemed to struggle, usually the most sure-footed of the mares, as she skidded and slipped her way down the treacherous embankment. Sorin stayed by her side

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[CV] Howl (#85) - Seeking Shelter

The day was excessively cold and windy. Gray, shapeless clouds undulated through the sky in lazy waves. The wind rattled the bare branches of the trees in a scratching cacophony. The herd was hunkered down for warmth, doing their best to get through the worst of it. “We should try to find cover.” Aloine said as she came up next to Howl, squinting against the wind. Howl, cold and ornery, didn’t have the energy to argue. He gave a curt nod in response. Aloine lifted her head and bellowed loudly to be heard over the noise. With her direction, the herd started making its way closer to the mountains. The ground grew rockier and steeper as they went, but eventually their toils paid off. Aloine spotted a large cave and led the herd inside. It was damp and crowded quickly, but began to warm up once everyone was inside and out of the screeching wind. The three young foals, Thor, Lirael, and Minny, all gazed around them in wonder. Once their teeth stopped chattering, they began to

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CV | Sreten #137-2 | Vacations Over

The first snowfall of the season brought a mixture of emotions to Sreten’s herd. Some were grateful for the shelter and food provided by the two-leggeds during this time. Whilst still others were apprehensive and eager to be on their way once more. Sreten, for one, was not at all bothered by their extended stay. They had food, water, and shelter. And they were protected from predators and bachelors alike. Gemini, on the other hoof, griped that the stocky grullo was too apathetic in regards to their dire situation. Their endless bickering had sent poor Libra into labor early, the maiden chestnut mare giving birth to two healthy, albeit small, foals. A filly and a colt. Ginger, the filly, was an adorable red dun tobiano with the same lip marking as her grandsire Ajax. She reminded Libra and Gemini fondly of the roan stallion very much. The colt, Codigo, was equally striking. He sported a dark bay dun coat with flashes of white stripes throughout. Sreten was over the moon with his new

Literature

CV | Twitterpated Event 2025 | Partners in Crime

Rohan paced the fenceline, hooves wearing a path in the trodden earth. Long green grass damp with morning dew wet his legs as he brushed past. The morning was dreary with no sign of sunlight through the thick onset of fog. It made it difficult for Rohan to see the nearby treeline where he’d desperately watched for any signs of life. He’d been separated from his sister and traveling companion, Holly and her young colt Sandstone, whilst in search of their cousin’s herd. They’d planned to join Bramble for the spring to give Sandstone some stability and sense of familiar bonds. But instead their plans had been interrupted by some rather pesky two leggeds and their insipid ropes. At the time of Rohan’s capture Holly and Sandstone had opted to stay back in the meadow to graze whilst Rohan scouted the area surrounding them. After establishing a perimeter and ensuring their immediate safety the painted overo stallion took some time to himself to cool off in a mountain stream. He’d allowed

Literature

CV | Sreten #137-2 | Aging

“Pick up the pace little man,” Ardere called over his shoulder to his young cousin, Rodrick. A muffled grunt and the sound of hooves beating rapidly against sage and stone was young Rodrick’s only reply. It wasn’t often that Ardere allowed the younger colt to tag along on his adventures, but today the bay dun Appaloosa yearling had felt unusually generous. But only on the condition that Rodrick keep up, and not slow him down. “What’s the big hurry anyways, cousin,” Rodrick grumbled, finally catching up to the much larger Ardere. “This,” Ardere pointed with his velvety nose towards a spot beyond the hazy green sage brush, “Is what the big hurry is, Rodrick.” Rodrick’s eyes went wide with utter amazement at the scene laid out before them. Far out on the prairie two battle scarred stallions sparred, dancing to and fro whilst landing hit after hit. The colts were mesmerized by this deadly dance. “What are they fighting over,” Rodrick whispered as Ardere shushed him and pushed him

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CV|Secret Santa

Although winter was a time of scarcity and harsh conditions, it was also a time when everyone came together. No one could make it through the season alone. So, even if it meant having to share resources, Ajax had always been open to allowing other herds around his own. So long as everyone got along, he was content to keep the peace and help others through the worst of the winter. It was a strange noise that first alerted him that their herd was no longer alone amid the snowy, ice covered forests they were sheltering in. He looked to Juniper, the blue mare nodding in silent understanding as she parted from the herd to investigate. At her heels shortly after was Myling and Sassy, the young mare and dog shadowing the older mare’s movements. They’d been trying to learn from her, and the three often patrolled together these days. Cheyenne came up alongside Ajax as he watched the trio disappear through the trees, asking, “What do you think it is? Could it be a predator? I already

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CV | A Squire In Peril

Cichlid gave a huff, the older stallion had been stuck within the place he had stopped earlier — the young bachelor that tagged along with him had been insistent they stayed for longer than a full moon cycle. Something about the current weather ruining his coat, whatever that means to the younger. Cichlid could care less really, his own coat caked with dirt and mud, rough and scruffy from life in the valley. He even had a moustache, coarse hairs decorating his snout and providing extra protection to the skin there. His gaze moved to the bachelor, who was wading in the small pond near the circling of bushes and trees they settled at. Not even that far from where he had met the bachelor that first time, apparently too exhausted from earlier prancing. Not to mention the bruised ego from his failed try at strutting his stuff for some mare, not that he had a chance anyways in Cichlid’s eyes — his prance was too loose, and he was over confident, even brash in a tacky way. Maybe if he taught

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Art and Life

Art versus life looks different somehow, But a beauty all the same! The flowers this year are so wonderful, So I'll draw them to look at again. The willow tree is weeping to-day, But it doesn't have to be: I'll paint it a picture with yellow and green, Smiling all happily.

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Love and Magic Don't Go Well

Wendy is your typical shy girl with a quirk at least which is magic. She just has a passion for it, but nobody really cares about it. Though she does got a chance to show her talent in the talent show, but she lacks an assistant at the moment. Her previous one left, but she needed a girl since it always work that way. Right?"Oh no, I better find someone quick or else I may have to perform on myself and that's hard enough." moaned Wendy."Oh hey, you're that magic girl right." asked a voice.Wendy looks back and saw what the school declares as one of the most prettiest girls in school, Sophie. The popular girl has dark hair that looks bluish ...

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Literature

Never Known

At night, where the candle burns slow, and the light dances with the shadows in an ever glow. On paper with ink wet, yet unfinished words only remain. To think the show must end, but it was never true this would lend. Just a performance for one and none set on a stage that soon became a cage. A smile as though a wisp that hides the mask so fixed to a face, a charade all the same. Weak are these days now dragged along on the river known by that name of ever to change. In truth and in shame, all you knew was a ghost that posed, yet nothing passed of who never gave. At most a shade flittered on candlelight to reveal a form of human and a grave. To conceal a life that always felt this would never, no, it would never ever stand a whole lifetime and again. Tears danced and ebbed away, as land of that farce did the same. At night when under the moonlight, wonder calls with a rhyme as to challenge a mind. Who walks this world, who speaks with lies, who lives an actor's

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BLACK SEA X

They loved each other. That was the problem. The gunmetal sky split open like a rotten fruit as Rebecca adjusted her grip on the missile launcher. Sweat carved paths through the grime on her face, but she didn’t blink—not when the whale-shark hybrid breached the black waves, its maw a wet cathedral of razors. The whale-shark's dorsal fin sliced through the holographic waves like a rusted guillotine blade, and for a fraction of a second, Rebecca remembered how soft his hands had been. That was the cruelest part—how gentle he'd been when he wasn't trying to kill her. The missile launcher's weight dug into her shoulder, but the real ache was lower—buried somewhere between her ribs. Love was supposed to be shelter, not shrapnel. She'd traced the scars on his back the night before the mission, counting each ridge like a bad prayer. His breath had been warm against her neck. Now the same mouth that murmured her name split into a grin full of teeth too large to be human. The missile

Literature

The Weight of Salt and Light

Tears are not fractures in the face, they are rivers remembering their source. They fall not because something broke, but because something refused to turn to stone. In the chest, pressure builds like weather, clouds thick with all the words unspoken. Rain is not the sky surrendering— it is the sky choosing release. I have seen steel rust from silence, seen mountains split by patient water. What endures is not what never bends, but what bends and still remains. Each tear carries a history of standing, of holding the door against the storm long enough to know when it is finally safe to open it. Salt marks the proof of survival. It says: I felt this fully and did not disappear. So let the eyes shine, let the body speak in its oldest language. Crying is not the absence of strength— it is strength, finding its way out.

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CV - A Frightful Sight

Flynn and Nyroc observed the little band, looking down on the rest of their herd from a rocky outcropping. The other horses grazed on what little winter grass they could find. This deep into the snowy season, it was hard to come across good food. This worried the two leaders. While some might say that Flynn and Nyroc had no actual status difference, it was clear that they were the co-leaders of the Bachelor band. Nyroc's tail flicked. Flynn stamped a hoof. The others barely bothered to take note; if there was trouble, Nyroc would have squealed a loud alarm. He was well known for that vocal “move-it” call. Flynn depended on Nyroc's speedy and loud warnings to alert the herd to any possible danger. Saffron was currently upside down, rolling in the snow-laden mud. It was still freezing cold, and Flynn couldn't imagine rolling for himself. But the appaloosa stud sometimes found it released tense muscles along his top line. Therefore, he rolled whenever he got a little too stressed. And in

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Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

It was the sound of stampeding cattle that first caught Curtis’s attention. He and Sirius were out foraging – though pickings were slim this early in the year. Still, he hoped for possibly some early choke cherries or something besides hardtack and dried rations. His last trip fishing had ended horribly, thanks to the crazed bull so…he was not apt to want to go back. However, he and the white mare had made quite a lazy loop around their usual stomping grounds. It wasn’t until the air began to hum with a sound like thunder that Curtis really got concerned. He was currently on the ground, but slung himself into the saddle as the first of the animals slipped and slid over the ridge. “Shit!” He barked, digging his heels into the mare’s sides. As Sirius rocketed off, the sky above them roiled with snowclouds. NOT NOW! Curtis’s words were hissed curses dragged through his teeth as he and Sirius thundered down the small ridge. Snow began to fall in thick, fat flakes, obscuring his vision.

Literature

Busy Day - CV

Morning sun filtered through the trees. Last night’s rains seemed to have dissipated, as Nyroc and Flynn wandered their territory. The pair of cream colored stallions made quite a sight, as they crossed hills and valleys. As they walked, Flynn glanced over at Nyroc. Nyroc caught the glance, and grinned. Arching his neck, the stallion struck out at the ground, tail flagging. Flynn chuckled, amused by Nyroc’s sudden decision to strut his stuff. The other stud trotted forward, feeling silly as he tossed his head. His golden hued coat shone in the light. The pair of them made a wide, lazy turn and headed back towards the rest of their Bachelor band. So far, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. However, as they moved forward, they caught sight of a flashy bay splashed coat. Narrowing his eyes, Nyroc dropped the strutting act, and shuffled forward. The horse’s ears perked up, and he whinnied to them. But Nyroc was in no mood to share territory. With a whinny of challenge, he surged

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[CV] Chapter 2: We're On Our Way

The morning was cool and awash with new dawn mist. Birds were beginning to wake up and begin their early rituals. Perseus yawned widely and blinked sleep from his eyes as he was continuously nudged awake. It took a moment for him to understand what was happening. Glancing over, he saw the goat kid butting into his side. Once it realized he was awake, it bleated in his face plaintively. “Oh…right.” Percy mumbled as he lurched to his feet. He stretched and shook the dew from his mane before looking around at the herd. Denna was already making her way over to him, a bleary eyed Jason in tow. “Obviously I’d go with you if I could,” Denna started with a quick glare over at Jason, “But I have been requested to stay put.” “You’re nearly ready to burst. It wouldn’t be good for the foal.” Jason said through an enormous yawn. Denna snorted. “You should take someone with you, though.” Percy thought for a moment. “What about Kili? Or Louisa?” The aforementioned mares both had draft

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[CV] Howl (85) - Brace for a Storm

“You call this a storm?” shouted Santiana, a wild light in her eyes matching the flashes of lightning. “Yes, I do!” Howl roared back, struggling to make himself heard over the monsoon. The Lead Stallion’s ears were pinned against his head, his blue eyes narrowed to tiny slits, as he unsteadily put one hoof in front of the other, being as careful as he could, leading the herd down the rocky slope. A nasty squall had taken them entirely be surprise, far away from any real shelter. Ordinarily, Howl would have the herd hunker down and wait out the worst of the rain and wind, but Shiver was heavily pregnant and had begun shakingly violently from the lashing wet and cold. Unwillingly to separate the herd in such dangerous weather meant he was taking them all to a dank overhang of rock in the shadow of the mountains. Even Fleetwood seemed to struggle, usually the most sure-footed of the mares, as she skidded and slipped her way down the treacherous embankment. Sorin stayed by her side

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[CV] Howl (#85) - Seeking Shelter

The day was excessively cold and windy. Gray, shapeless clouds undulated through the sky in lazy waves. The wind rattled the bare branches of the trees in a scratching cacophony. The herd was hunkered down for warmth, doing their best to get through the worst of it. “We should try to find cover.” Aloine said as she came up next to Howl, squinting against the wind. Howl, cold and ornery, didn’t have the energy to argue. He gave a curt nod in response. Aloine lifted her head and bellowed loudly to be heard over the noise. With her direction, the herd started making its way closer to the mountains. The ground grew rockier and steeper as they went, but eventually their toils paid off. Aloine spotted a large cave and led the herd inside. It was damp and crowded quickly, but began to warm up once everyone was inside and out of the screeching wind. The three young foals, Thor, Lirael, and Minny, all gazed around them in wonder. Once their teeth stopped chattering, they began to

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CV | Sreten #137-2 | Vacations Over

The first snowfall of the season brought a mixture of emotions to Sreten’s herd. Some were grateful for the shelter and food provided by the two-leggeds during this time. Whilst still others were apprehensive and eager to be on their way once more. Sreten, for one, was not at all bothered by their extended stay. They had food, water, and shelter. And they were protected from predators and bachelors alike. Gemini, on the other hoof, griped that the stocky grullo was too apathetic in regards to their dire situation. Their endless bickering had sent poor Libra into labor early, the maiden chestnut mare giving birth to two healthy, albeit small, foals. A filly and a colt. Ginger, the filly, was an adorable red dun tobiano with the same lip marking as her grandsire Ajax. She reminded Libra and Gemini fondly of the roan stallion very much. The colt, Codigo, was equally striking. He sported a dark bay dun coat with flashes of white stripes throughout. Sreten was over the moon with his new

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CV | Twitterpated Event 2025 | Partners in Crime

Rohan paced the fenceline, hooves wearing a path in the trodden earth. Long green grass damp with morning dew wet his legs as he brushed past. The morning was dreary with no sign of sunlight through the thick onset of fog. It made it difficult for Rohan to see the nearby treeline where he’d desperately watched for any signs of life. He’d been separated from his sister and traveling companion, Holly and her young colt Sandstone, whilst in search of their cousin’s herd. They’d planned to join Bramble for the spring to give Sandstone some stability and sense of familiar bonds. But instead their plans had been interrupted by some rather pesky two leggeds and their insipid ropes. At the time of Rohan’s capture Holly and Sandstone had opted to stay back in the meadow to graze whilst Rohan scouted the area surrounding them. After establishing a perimeter and ensuring their immediate safety the painted overo stallion took some time to himself to cool off in a mountain stream. He’d allowed

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CV | Sreten #137-2 | Aging

“Pick up the pace little man,” Ardere called over his shoulder to his young cousin, Rodrick. A muffled grunt and the sound of hooves beating rapidly against sage and stone was young Rodrick’s only reply. It wasn’t often that Ardere allowed the younger colt to tag along on his adventures, but today the bay dun Appaloosa yearling had felt unusually generous. But only on the condition that Rodrick keep up, and not slow him down. “What’s the big hurry anyways, cousin,” Rodrick grumbled, finally catching up to the much larger Ardere. “This,” Ardere pointed with his velvety nose towards a spot beyond the hazy green sage brush, “Is what the big hurry is, Rodrick.” Rodrick’s eyes went wide with utter amazement at the scene laid out before them. Far out on the prairie two battle scarred stallions sparred, dancing to and fro whilst landing hit after hit. The colts were mesmerized by this deadly dance. “What are they fighting over,” Rodrick whispered as Ardere shushed him and pushed him

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CV|Secret Santa

Although winter was a time of scarcity and harsh conditions, it was also a time when everyone came together. No one could make it through the season alone. So, even if it meant having to share resources, Ajax had always been open to allowing other herds around his own. So long as everyone got along, he was content to keep the peace and help others through the worst of the winter. It was a strange noise that first alerted him that their herd was no longer alone amid the snowy, ice covered forests they were sheltering in. He looked to Juniper, the blue mare nodding in silent understanding as she parted from the herd to investigate. At her heels shortly after was Myling and Sassy, the young mare and dog shadowing the older mare’s movements. They’d been trying to learn from her, and the three often patrolled together these days. Cheyenne came up alongside Ajax as he watched the trio disappear through the trees, asking, “What do you think it is? Could it be a predator? I already

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CV | A Squire In Peril

Cichlid gave a huff, the older stallion had been stuck within the place he had stopped earlier — the young bachelor that tagged along with him had been insistent they stayed for longer than a full moon cycle. Something about the current weather ruining his coat, whatever that means to the younger. Cichlid could care less really, his own coat caked with dirt and mud, rough and scruffy from life in the valley. He even had a moustache, coarse hairs decorating his snout and providing extra protection to the skin there. His gaze moved to the bachelor, who was wading in the small pond near the circling of bushes and trees they settled at. Not even that far from where he had met the bachelor that first time, apparently too exhausted from earlier prancing. Not to mention the bruised ego from his failed try at strutting his stuff for some mare, not that he had a chance anyways in Cichlid’s eyes — his prance was too loose, and he was over confident, even brash in a tacky way. Maybe if he taught

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Literature

Art and Life

Art versus life looks different somehow, But a beauty all the same! The flowers this year are so wonderful, So I'll draw them to look at again. The willow tree is weeping to-day, But it doesn't have to be: I'll paint it a picture with yellow and green, Smiling all happily.

Literature

Love and Magic Don't Go Well

Wendy is your typical shy girl with a quirk at least which is magic. She just has a passion for it, but nobody really cares about it. Though she does got a chance to show her talent in the talent show, but she lacks an assistant at the moment. Her previous one left, but she needed a girl since it always work that way. Right?"Oh no, I better find someone quick or else I may have to perform on myself and that's hard enough." moaned Wendy."Oh hey, you're that magic girl right." asked a voice.Wendy looks back and saw what the school declares as one of the most prettiest girls in school, Sophie. The popular girl has dark hair that looks bluish ...

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The Weight of Salt and Light

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[CV] Chapter 2: We're On Our Way

[CV] Howl (85) - Brace for a Storm

[CV] Howl (#85) - Seeking Shelter

CV | Sreten #137-2 | Vacations Over

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CV | A Squire In Peril

Art and Life

Love and Magic Don't Go Well

Never Known

BLACK SEA X

The Weight of Salt and Light

CV - A Frightful Sight

Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

Busy Day - CV

[CV] Chapter 2: We're On Our Way

[CV] Howl (85) - Brace for a Storm

[CV] Howl (#85) - Seeking Shelter

CV | Sreten #137-2 | Vacations Over

CV | Twitterpated Event 2025 | Partners in Crime

CV | Sreten #137-2 | Aging

CV|Secret Santa

CV | A Squire In Peril

Art and Life

Love and Magic Don't Go Well

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Never Known

BLACK SEA X

The Weight of Salt and Light

CV - A Frightful Sight

Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

Busy Day - CV

[CV] Chapter 2: We're On Our Way

[CV] Howl (85) - Brace for a Storm

[CV] Howl (#85) - Seeking Shelter

CV | Sreten #137-2 | Vacations Over

CV | Twitterpated Event 2025 | Partners in Crime

CV | Sreten #137-2 | Aging

CV|Secret Santa

CV | A Squire In Peril

Art and Life

Love and Magic Don't Go Well