`` who are you, and what do you do - dream !

[Dyzzie-doll]

The young femme moved silently through the fields, ears perked down, body tense, a faint whimper leaving her muzzle. A bird took off in the sky, and the femme jumped, skirting back, away, eyes on the bird, in her minds eye seeing a hawk ready to kill her, eyes filled with hate. In reality, a sparrow had jumped into the sky to gather more food. She breathed heavily, in and out through her muzzle, ears pinned in nervousness, as she fought the instincts to run, tried to make herself see what was really there, not what horror her imagination gave her to see. So like her mother, her father would say, before he'd cuddle her into his side, smiling at said mother as he lipped the jumping, shaking filly's mane. She'd hide beneath him, pressed against his limbs, or scream and race towards her mother, head against her barrel. They were safety, her mother and father. They made the scary creatures go away. She shivered, almost wishing she had the warm bodice of her mother to lean on, her father to sooth her rattled nerves. Perhaps venturing away from home had not been the best idea. A bobcat miles away screamed, and suddenly the mare was terrified again, her mind transforming it into a scream of rage, almost visualizing the bobcat on her trail. Tears swam into focus as she took off, before tripping over a rock and tumbling head over heels till she landed, face first at the base of a tree. She ran to it quickly, pressing against it, ears pinned, body shaking. She stared at her hooves, expression forlorn. How was she ever suppose to be a master, a decent master, when all she ever did was run.How was she suppose to be anything? Anything but pathetic.

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[d.ream ♥]

Crisp blades of grass separated for the legs of the beast, his pale body moving like a phantom across the field. Against his chest came the hollow sound of bones rattling against each other; time had weathered the adornment, causing cracks and splinters to run down the skull of the wolf, the fangs to be nearly brown from exposure. It moved along with the stud's gate, making it seem almost as though the necklace was part of the stallion. His amber eyes were half closed, ears falling to the side in boredom. Momentarily, he was disconnected from the world, his mind running through the fantasies of his heart. A smile cursed the corners of his lips, the delicacy and deliciousness of it all too much to remain apathetic. In the end, he knew it would be his... all it would take was the right mare to get the ball in motion. Ah; and there she was... His eyes had snapped into alertness, staring at the young mare who trembled so against the scream of a predator. He could practically taste her desperation, her need... oh, it would be so easy... Almost too easy... But so worth it. He altered his path, coming up behind the mare at a steady canter, sweat just beginning to break through his amber painted hide. His eyes were wide in mock fear, nostrils flaring as he took in his breath. "I heard the scream and I caught your scent on the wind; I was afraid I would be too late... That... that monster would have got you..." His eyes ran over her body, secretly looking into it's secrets for his own needs, though to all outward appearances, it would appear he was searching her for wounds and injuries.