`` i'll be your honeybee - amargo !

[Dyzzie-doll]

E v a n e s c e n c e - - - - -
take a look at me and what do you see?

Green fell into her vision, mixing with the darkness that made up the majority of her pelt and hair alike. Snorting she tossed her forelock back out of the way, ears pinning in annoyance at the strands, hating the way they refused to move out of the way. Perfect, how fucking perfect. A faint sneer fell on her face as she glared down at her reflection, dancing from the green streaks, to the green eyes, to the beading, braids, and bracelets, before she fell on the large scar that stretched from temple to muzzle along her left cheek. A hoof slashed down through the reflection, the ripples erasing it as she stood taller, ears pinned back, ignoring the hatred her appearance 'cause to rise against her. All of this 'beauty' in an attempt to hide one fucking scar, a scar she'd long ago accepted, just like she'd long ago forgiven the jack ass of a stallion who'd done it. No, not a jack ass, by the time she'd left Imbros for the last time she had decided there was more to him then just the 'jack ass'. Still though, it was those damn humans, their prodding, the pain, all of this shit just to make her look more presentable, I look like a flipping circus attraction. She thought darkly, and instantly cool laughter filtered through her mind, aww you poooorrrr baby Shadow purred demonically with in the confounds of her mind, even as Dove's voice spoke over the darker persona, you look lovely, esse, just a bit different, unique. Essence snorted, before she paused, her mind going to a violet stag of her past, okay so maybe it wasn't that bad, at least now she looked like she could have once been such a handsome creature's favorite girl. Before that whore of a paint came in and fucked it all up. She and Joker had been connected. Oh they had been oh so wonderfully connected, and then that little whore with her pretty little colors came cantering in like she owned the world and poor little Evanescence got kicked to the side, Take a look now, bitch! Now who's going to draw the attention! You can bet your little copper and white ass that it's not going to be you! Dove tuttered softly, not approving of such language, btu again Essence ignored her walking through the lands with a grace and pride she hadn't shown off in Imbros, that had come with time in Joker's care, then further by learning to withstand even the pain humans could cause. She'd long ago grown stronger from the mare that the stallions of her past knew, and a faint grin filtered across her features, as she wandered through the field, before leaning against an apple tree, I'm one of a kind and loving it.

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[Nocturna]

[bg=4E250B][atrb=border,0,true] Looking back at me I see That I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you I'm always wrapped up in Things I cannot win You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong Like a drug that gets me high

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A M A R G O ~ F R I O

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His mind ran wild with a thought of the past.

It was his mother, her black hide like a shadow in the night. It was early into the weather season, but the night was on setting quickly and snowflakes began to fall. The chill combed and bombarded his short baby fur, and he began to shiver. He looked to his mother, whispering hesitantly, ”Mother, I’m cold,” and he took a few steps toward her at least walk in her shadow. But she lashed at him, and he scrambled backwards. ”Stay away from me! If you expect to live in this cruel world, you’d better get used to this!” She hissed, and turned her back on him. He huddled with another mare kind enough to offer him the slightest bit of shelter for the night.

Anger gathered in his heart despite the memory having occurred years ago, but it was brief and he pushed it aside. Yet, he had many flashbacks throughout his day, each day. Each time he tried to erase his horrid mother from his mind, she remained. Everyone has a mother, whether they like it or not. Unfortunately, Amargo thought to himself. He was not spared of pain from his abandoning father, but at least his father was not there to put him through torture. Amargo took in a breath of the sticky summer air, but it did not appease him. With another breath he marched forward through the large field.

As a slave, he treaded carefully; he was hoping to avoid meeting a master because he did not much enjoy being claimed by one. Along with the fact that he’d managed on his own for a year now, so he really did not need a ‘master’ to control his life. That being said, he wasn’t particularly fond of being alone. His highest hope was to run into a fellow slave and perhaps have a travel buddy. Or if it was a mare and she was suitable, perhaps have a first mate. However, he had no hopes of meeting anyone until something caught his eye.

Amargo had to have a double take, but on the second look, his eyes picked out what he had seen. Originally it was a strange green color in the distance, but the color was actually attached to a horse. He was still rather far off, perhaps the length of a football field, so it was possible that the other horse did not see him yet. His pelt was still naturally colored, but that didn’t make him invisible either. With a snort and mental shrug of sorts, he began walking in the direction of the strange looking horse.

As the buckskin stallion came closer, it was easier to see her details. And yes, he was positive it was indeed a she. The shape, the very faint scent… unless it was a shapely stallion. And she had probably seen him long before he decided to stop, but anyhow, Amargo held steady roughly twenty feet away. He raised his head, and looked directly at her. A nicker exited his maw, one that was both welcoming and asking permission to come closer. His head remained raised and confident, while keeping his eyes on her. Despite how small she had seemed in the distance, this mare was large. She was taller than him as well. So while Amargo planned on being civilized when he first decided to walk over to her, he thought it a good idea to remain extra polite in case she was hostile. Nothing more emasculating than being beat by a mare, he thought and assumed, snorting a quiet laugh to himself while he waited.

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I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me theres just no hope
I never meant to be so cold

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[Dyzzie-doll]

E v a n e s c e n c e - - - - -
take a look at me and what do you see?

She turned away from her reflection, forcing her green streaked forelock to fall against the side of her face, half hiding where the scar along her face started, and ended, the huge gash on the side of her neck well hidden by her green streaked mane. Her black body moved faintly as she turned away from the reflection which is when she saw another, a buckskin, judging by the coloring, heading in her direction, and instantly her eyes narrowed, tossing her forelock back, before snorting as it fell down her forehead again, straight into her eyes. Instantly her gaze was guarded, untrusting to someone unfamiliar, Don't be so rude, Esse, dear, he could be nice, some good company, right Shadow, Sun? The twinkling laughter was from Sunset, who didn't bother responding, where as Shadow was ignoring being addressed by Dove completely, You've been with out contact for far to long, sugar. Let loose, talk to him, you could do with some company. Again Essence ignored the voices in her head, her ears half pinning in caution as he nickered to her, the sound welcoming, asking to come closer from where he stood twenty feet away. Her green gaze turned directly on him, the scar that ran down her face standing out, it's pinkish-gray hue almost as obvious as the green of her odd colors, against the black majority of her coloring. She snorted once, before the faintest of wickers left her muzzle, "Who are you?" The slave mare demanded, her gaze cautious, eyes guarded and hard. Unwilling to let down her guard, "What do you want?" He couldn't be a master, not with asking permission to come closer, so that had to make him a slave, question was, was he collecting other slaves for a master behind the scenes, wanting some friendly company, or planning on hurting her like so many others had. No, she couldn't let her guard down. She didn't know who he was, and that meant it would be dangerous to just let him come over. Don't be so afraid, Esse, He looks nice, and so polite. So you be nice as well. With a sigh, Essence looked away slightly before shrugging, the only word of agreeance she'd give to allowing him to approach, her attention back on her reflection, hating the attention these stupid colors was getting. However, before the stallion was likely to get a single step in, a different creature raised through the field, eyes alert, the blue depths swirling, planting her lithe body between Essence and the stallion, hissing, "Who be you, Slave or Master?" The Leopard instantly demanded, ignoring Essence's earlier words of allowing him forward, "Friend or Foe?" She added on with another hiss, "If you're foe, I'll not let you near Essence." Essence however was already approaching, lowering her muzzle to bop the leopard, away from the stallion, still keeping her distance from the stallion, "I apologize for Kajax, she is over protective."

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[Nocturna]

[bg=4E250B][atrb=border,0,true] Looking back at me I see That I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you I'm always wrapped up in Things I cannot win You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong Like a drug that gets me high

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A M A R G O ~ F R I O

Amargo narrowed his eyes at the mare’s reaction, but it was purely out of confusion, no hint of anger in his expression. The way she had reacted was nothing like had he expected her to react. I act civilized, but still get snapped at? he thought to himself, trying to work out the situation in his head. All he could do is assume she was well guarded and careful of herself, but either way, he didn’t plan on holding any kind of grudge because of her rude response.

She asked who he was, but as she asked, a huge scar across her face became suddenly visible. Amargo was taken aback by it, not out of disgust for her but who or what must have caused it. Any creature with such a scar must have endured great pain to have such a large permanent reminder of abuse. So in that sense, he felt some kind of responsibility, yet he let it go. He did not cause the scar, so nor was it his fault. He could not do anything anyway.

”Calm, señora,” Amargo begain, cooing his words. His pseudo Hispanic accent came out slightly as he continued on to say, ”My name is Amargo Frio, but simply Amargo will do. To be honest, I have no intentions, especially not bad ones. I’m just wandering, in search of a little company.”

He noticed she had given permission to come a more manageable distance for conversing, but before he even decided if he should pursue a deeper conversation, a leopard appeared through to tall grasses, jumping between the mare and himself. To his dislike he took a step back, instinctually afraid of such a creature. Unless given a running start, he was no match for a big cat who would want to make a meal of him. Amargo looked down to the feline, listening to her words while regaining his composure.

”Well, I’m a slave,” he began to say, with a begrudged tone at the least, ”And between those two options, I would say friend. Of Essence.” He waited a moment, brown eyes passing from the black mare, apparently named Essence, to Kajax. He swished his tail and was rather still, displaying the utmost calm he could. ”I don’t understand. You’re taller than me, and just bigger over all,” he said to the mare, then looked down to the cat, ”And you have probably the best protection you could ever have. Why the hostility? I should be the one afraid of you, not you afraid of me.”

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I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me theres just no hope
I never meant to be so cold

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[Dyzzie-doll]

E v a n e s c e n c e - - - - -
take a look at me and what do you see?

Esse watched the stallion from his short distance away, well not that short, but short enough, and felt a twinge of embarrassment when she saw his eyes narrow in confusion at her reaction. It was hardly her fault she was cautious though, right? You never knew what kind of horse you might be running into. For all intent and purposes of any first meeting she was going to have her guard up. Wind taught her that, that you can't always judge a book by it's cover. To be prepared for anything. Of course, he was always the one who taught her that the book can also switch up stories half way through. Just because you started reading something in the beginning, hating a character, doesn't mean he won't grow on you and become one of your closest friends, which Wind had definitely done. He'd left a life long impact on the way she viewed herself, and if it wasn't for the fact that he thought she be dead, or the fact that she no longer looked anything like herself, she'd have gone back to say she was sorry, to tell him how hopelessly sorry she was for making it so hard for him to win over her trust, her forgiveness. To tell him how much she appreciated his friendship. How much he had helped her grow. But, that was far in the past now, and for all she knew, he might not even be in Imbros any longer. She sighed, shaking her head, glancing back at the stallion of present, eyes narrowing as he seemed taken aback by the scar marring her face, and for a brief moment she remembered the searing pain, the laughter of the stallion who'd become her savor, the way he'd commented on no one ever being able love her ugly face now. Except, it wasn't ugly. She didn't see it that way, anyways. She shifted, looking at the reflection of it. It was just another war wound, one of many. And it had served her well in the lesson to never be to cautious.

Calm, senora The stallion said, a coo to his words, an accent evident as he spoke, giving his name, Amargo Frio, before stating that Amargo would suffice. And he was just looking for company. Of course, before she could accept or deny the company, Kajax had to put in her own words, hissing, fur sticking on end, eyes narrowed and it took all of Esse's will power not to shoo the feline away, seeing the stallion step back, even as the stallion said slave, before adding friend, which managed to make Kajax a bit easier to move, before Essence looked up at him, as he spoke, questioning her guard, the hostility, and this time she a look of guilt crossed her face, looking at him, her green eyes guarded, but pain hidden in the depths, "One can never be to cautious, even in the company of another. I learned long ago never to underestimate a stallion, especially not in a land where masters rule with pain and greed." She hesitated a moment, before adding, "And my health is not what it once was, taller, or bigger does not mean stronger." Which was true. The humans had fixed her up after they found her in those arctic conditions from where she'd fallen, surely to her death she had though. A lung busted, slashes and rocks in her hide, her right shoulder dislocated. They'd fixed her up fine, the shoulder healed perfectly, minor scaring from the rest, but that lung, it only worked at half capacity, making it far more difficult for her to breath in higher elevations, for her to be capable of fighting with out wearing out faster.

Essence turned then, moving towards the creek, before tossing a look over her shoulder, her forelock falling to the side of the scar, half hiding it and hiding that eye, "My name is Evanescence, by the way. You may shorten it as you see fit." She added quietly, ears perked towards him briefly before she swatted her tail against Kajax's side, so the leopard followed her instead of continued glaring at the stallion, "And worry not about Kajax, her hiss is worse then her bite." She added at second though, But mine's not . . . so he better stay in line, Shadow, the outcome of Wind's attack, whispered in the depths of Esse's mind, ready to defend the main personality should the time come. Dove tutted with in, though Sunset, the newest of the personalities, remained hidden for the time being with nothing to say, He doesn't seem to bad, I think he'll be okay. Dove, always the optimistic one, said with a bright tone, a tone that Esse felt content to ignore. She wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw him, but so far he seemed trustworthy, and as long as he remained as polite and kind as he seemed now then there was no need to fear - or so she hoped. She lay down at the bank once again, her green gaze turning back to the buckskin stallion, this time the faintest of smiles on her features, "Are you going to stand there, or join us?" She asked, as Kajax lay further from the reach of the water, ears pinned, eyes on Essence, clearly knowing she was in trouble for her behavior towards the stallion, and disapproving of that fact, pouting as she watched.

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[Nocturna]

[bg=4E250B][atrb=border,0,true] Looking back at me I see That I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you I'm always wrapped up in Things I cannot win You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong Like a drug that gets me high

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A M A R G O ~ F R I O

Amargo listened as the mare replied to him, and she made several good points. He was amazed that she spoke so freely of putting down her size and height. After being so defensive, she’s now letting down all her guard. Almost, he said, not forgetting Kajax’s presence for even a second. Still, it was strange that she admitted to having weakness. She didn’t seem to be the type to admit such things. He didn’t necessarily believe that it was as bad as she said. Not that he considered her to be lying, but he still felt that she was still very strong, she just would have to find it in herself to find and use the strength when she really needed it.

The buckskin nodded as Esse went on to clarify that her full name was Evanescence. Just as he did with his name, she gave permission to shorten it. Her name had a nice ring to it; easy to say despite its length, but it probably would be easier to shorten it. Amargo wondered if it had any hidden meaning as his did, but he doubted it.

Even though the black mare lay down at the bank next to Kajax, Amargo waited a moment before making any moves or changes. However, Evanescence made the first move, but with her eyes. She asked if he was going to join her, almost solely with her emerald eyes. ”Of course,”

[/b] Amargo replied, failing to hide the slight bit of surprise in his reply. He stepped forward at an even pace, allowing his hooves to go into the cool water. He bent his neck to drink, swishing his tail in content at the refreshing, thirst quenching liquid.

”So, Essence,” Amargo began, using Kajax’s originally name for the black mare, ”Do you have a destination? Or are you a wanderer like myself”

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I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me theres just no hope
I never meant to be so cold

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OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply! I lost my inspiration for writing for a few days, bleh.

[Dyzzie-doll]

E v a n e s c e n c e - - - - -
take a look at me and what do you see?

Essence watched him, gaze cautious, as he listened to her explain, putting down her size and height, and sighed. She had to be looking like two different people. Guarding, and then free to talk. Did he not understand that slaves consider other slaves friends, but it's the masters they watch out for. Besides, she had the cat who wasn't going to let anything happen to her, not at all. The cat watched the stallion, her eyes cautious, careful even; not willing to let down her guard for a mere slave. He nodded as she went to clarify her name, her full name that was, then giving him permission to shorten it, as others often did. and before long the green and black mare sank down at the bank, eyeing the stallion as if wondering if he was going to approach, before asking it, and grinning once at the surprise, as he replied of course, and moved forward, taking a drink of water before looking back at her, using the nickname Essence, that her dear Joker had been the first to give, She tilted her head at the question, "A mix of both" She replied honestly, looking at him. "I'm a wanderer with the destination of never being to close to a damn master. Just because I was titled slave doesn't mean I'm going to serve any of them" She said with a firm tone to her voice. "I'm a wanderer out enjoying the freedom that they say we cannot have. That is all I am." She hesitated for a moment then, glancing at Kajax, before adding, "There is greater safety in numbers, feel free to join us if you like."

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[Nocturna]

[bg=4E250B][atrb=border,0,true] Looking back at me I see That I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you I'm always wrapped up in Things I cannot win You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong Like a drug that gets me high

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A M A R G O ~ F R I O

His lightly tanned ears flickered, as he respectfully listened to Esse explain her reason for being out in the fields. He nodded once or twice through her explanation, and he understood her words perfectly. As the cooling water flowed over his hooves, he gave thought to the idea of forever wandering, to avoid being taken in by a master. While is sounded blissful, he didn’t see how it could manage to be pulled off. ”That idea sounds very nice,”

the stallion began, ”But in all honesty, I’m not sure if that it is possible. Think of the snow, of winter; all of us will be searching the same areas for nourishment, which means we will all be much closer together than we are now. Avoiding a master would be close to impossible."

[/color] His voice was serious, but never condescending to her. He had no intention of bossing her around or trying to act above her. But he felt it might be interesting to add his thoughts to the subject, since it happened to be brought up anyway.

Eyes catching the streaks of green, he went on, ”Besides the fact, and I’m sorry to say this, they would probably be drawn to you. I’m sure you know how they are.”[/b] His eyes kind of gazed into the grasses along the bank, not meeting her eye contact if she made any. As for what he said, he didn’t mean it necessarily to be that it would be actual attraction (though she was obviously pretty), but more so that masters tend to enjoy the… stranger looking slaves. More so the pretty ones than those that are strange and ugly.

Auds perked again, and he looked directly to Esse after she said he could join Kajax and herself. ”I agree with that entirely. I will definitely stick around,” Amargo replied, and felt slightly eased. Despite a rough start, he was starting to enjoy the company of these two. Having had enough water, the buckskin stepped out onto the bank, and trotted a foot or two into the nearby field. He munched on a few stalks, raising his head afterward just in case either of them spoke again.



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I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me theres just no hope
I never meant to be so cold

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[Dyzzie-doll]

Really, as she talked more with the stallion, the more she was beginning to suspect he was an alright male. Or, at least, he was doing well enough to not have her pissed off, or Kajax at his throat. Though, one look at the fiery cat who was laying down in a huff, and it was pretty obvious to see that she might still be up for stallion for dinner. She'd have to work on Kajax threatening later on. Right now, she settled with ignoring the young cat as she watched the stallion nod, standing in the water, before he began to speak, saying that their plan sounded nice, but he wasn't convinced it was possible, explaining that come winter, with snow, it'd be much more difficult, that everyone would be much closer, and Esse's paused momentarily at the thought. Let them come, let all the master's come! I'll take 'em on! No one can defeat me! the voice resounded in her mind, though she choose to ignore it as she nodded slowly in response, "I suppose that is true, but . . . but i still have to try." She said, as Kajax added a faint growl as if to strengthen Esse's words. There were only a few males in the world she'd ever allow to take her as a slave, and even then they'd have to know it was for image only. The would know better then to treat her like one.

He spoke again, and she looked up, faintly amused head tilted lightly to the side as he brought up another point, not meeting her gaze as he explained the issue her odd coloring would cause. She frowned then, turning her head to look at the streaks of green tossed into her mane, before back at him, almost looking shyly amused now, "I honestly . . . had not thought about that part." She said, this time her words accompanied with a laugh, as she added, "But I think the scars would be a turn off, or so I'd assume. Not many can look at a mare with a scar streaking down her face, and call her beautiful." As it had been Wind's intention at the time, "So, once they see my face, I'm sure I'd be alright." His ears perked then, as he looked at her, direct, when she invited him to join their traveling party, amusement on her features as he agreed immediately, and she smiled, "Good. . . . I'm glad." She said, lowering her head back to the earth, watching Kajax before the cat finally growled in exasperation, "Yeah . . . welcome to the herd."

[Nocturna]

[bg=4E250B][atrb=border,0,true] Looking back at me I see That I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you I'm always wrapped up in Things I cannot win You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong Like a drug that gets me high

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A M A R G O ~ F R I O

Amargo took note of her diligence with her future plans, but he still held his original doubts. However, what he thought did not matter. She was free to do as she liked, besides that, maybe he was wrong and she was correct. Only time would tell.

He was very intrigued with what she said about her scars. The way an individual spoke about themselves was a clear indication of how they truly felt about themselves, no matter how masked it was. Evanescence seemed to be truthful and yet he felt there was a hint of mystery to it. It was clear someone administered the scars upon her face; he felt an itch of injustice at the thought. But besides all of that, while he would guess that she would never accept it, even with scars she was not “ugly”. He would not dare speak such words allowed though, because he knew it would be taken as him making an advance. Which he did not want.

”I won’t tell you how to feel about your appearance,” Amargo began, maintaining an appropriately solemn tone, ”Because I am someone who has no outer scars. And I have an odd envy of you. Which I know is strange, yes, and I am not saying you should ‘love your scars’. To you they are the pain of your past, I am sure. But they hold a story, and to a stranger, they don’t symbolize a lack of beauty, they symbolize strength. Y fuerza es bonita*.” His gaze warmed at the end, hoping it might imply that he meant no harm by his opinionated speech. He didn’t mind if she disagreed at the least, and if she did, he would heed to her opinion. They were her past, not his, so in that sense, he would not attempt to tell her how her past or appearance affect her. It would be silly.

”Thank you,” Amargo said, also looking toward Kajax to acknowledge her welcome as well, even if it seems guarded. He took a moment to look out across the fields, it not changing since they had meet, of course. ”I have no particular place to be. Did you have an idea of where you would go, in accordance with your plan?” he asked Essence, ears perked for her answer. He was eager to go just about anyway, enlightened by the idea of no longer being alone.

* "And strength is beautiful".

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I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me theres just no hope
I never meant to be so cold

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