Y.ou W.ont E.ven K.now I.m G.one

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Life is a terrible thing.... The pearl-swept vix thought as her form moved across the fields. Her voids bold with a deep colour of chocolate. Her scar-less pelt gleamed only slightly against the rays of the full moon. Water formed in the corners of her voids. No! She would not allow herself the luxury of crying. Her heart throbbed in pain. How could he? How dare he! Those words still rang out clear in her mind and struck her like a thousand knives. You were supposed to me mine.... You promised me! She wanted to scream the words out load.

Swan had the misfortune of falling in love with a dark king. But, Swan had not been born in the lands, and the king had already chosen his queen. One of great darkness and incredible beauty. Swan had plenty of darkness, but beauty? No. She did not met standards, and was branded 'unworthy' to even set foot in the presents of the king. But instead of her finding a way, he came to her. Telling her he would find a way for her to be with him. Lies. The entire domain drove her out. And her love, the king, the only one with the power to stop it all, just stood and watched with his beautiful queen by his side.

Swan came to a small pond and glanced down at her reflection. Why am I cursed with such unappealing features? she wondered to herself. And she wasn't that bad looking, really. She was just plain. But when she smiled, she turned vibrant and alive. Swan had a different kind of beauty that no one recognized.
A kind that no one would ever know.

You won't even know I'm Gone.

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He walked in, his legs dragging on the dirt under him, dial hung low. He slowed and came to a stop, looking into the pond at his reflection, there were tear stains on his maw, and his eyes were red. He was drained out, no more tears left. I don't need her anymore..., he tried to convince himself. She loves him, not me..., he thought in his mind.

This stag just wasn't an ordinary stag, alas, he cried. He was sensitive, yes. Weird for a stag, right? Wrong. He was completely normal, just sweet, unlike some other stallions. He had had his one chance, but he was wrong, no more chances left, right? Yes, you're right.

"I love you, Grace." He whinnied last week, "Risque, I....don't." She stated, "I love someone else, not you. I love...Jonas." His queen, or so thought queen, confessed to him.

His hooves were urging him to go back to her, but his broken heart told him, 'No.' Straight out, 'No.'If Jonas were to
catch him, his beloved's, well, beloved, he was
sure to die a painful death. I mean, Jonas
was a draft, and Risque, was nothing.
A nobody. A plain old, weak
Cleveland Bay, at that.

No horse will understand my grief. They don't care.

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Suicide had been a pleasent oppion, And Swan had stood at the edge of the deepest gordge she could find. And just stood. She stood and watched the small stones and peebles she had triggered fall into the never ending blackness. No, I will not let life defeat me. She had told herself, pulling away from the comforting blackness.

Swan stared at her reflection. What stared back at her was a young, fairly lovely looking Thoroughbred fae. What she saw was an old, ugly, dreadful mare. Dreadful? Was tat the word he had used to duscribe her? Yes. It had been. And for a darq- the king, to make matters worse- to use that word and mean it..... then it really must be true.

Trator! Someone had shouted from the sidelines of her trial. She had been acused of sneaking out and telling out secrets that the domain had held. She had been innocent, of course, falsely charged with what she'd been accused. The king knew it, too. For on the night she had been siad to have seen talking with an unknown horse, telling secrets. She had been pleasuring him, not spilling secrets to an enemy. The queen was the one acuseing her, of course. And the entire domain and attacked, and drove her out. His highness had just watched them tare her apart, calling her dreadful.

A tear finally fell from one void and splashed her image from the water. Her bodance shook as she serpressed sobs from breaking. Dreadful. Yes. I am dreadful. Arn't I, Remus? Dreadful for allowing myself to believe you when you told me I was beautiful.

[hope1997]

He took to the water, his ugly reflection quickly splashing away. He needed moisture, and he had it right there in front of him all along. He sighed as the cold water hit his cannons, the pulled muscle starting to heal... He looked to her, and he saw beauty, but why was she crying, oh why? Surely a stallion wouldn't break her heart, fore she was beautiful?

His dial lowered to gulp the water, his voids still focused on the sobbing mare. He quickly got out of the pond, on the other side of it, and shook, water droplets flying from his pelt, making sure not to splash the fea. Uh, hi. The stag smiled faintly and walked over in the mare's direction, then halted. He didn't exactly want to be attacked by a mare today. If he got too close, that would most likely happen.

Why did you make me think you were the one, why? I'm over it now, it's over.

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Swan raised her dial from her reflection and looked at him. She swallowed her tears and spoke Urrr... Hello. She was slightly embarrassed about having been crying, but then told herself that maybe she had a right to have been crying. She chose to apear friendly with him, he'd done nothing to her.

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"Urr, hi. I'm Risque." He nickered a quiet greeting, as tear stains filled his voids again. The mare before him reminded him of her, of his traitor mare.

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Swan. Replied the vix. Her heart began to burn painfully in her chest, remebering how her name sounded on the lyrics of the king.

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He sighed, What are you doing here? He asked kindly.

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Dieing. Just kind of passing through. She answered with a sad smile.

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Me too, sorta. Even though I have nowhere to go... He frowned.

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Well, that makes two of us. Swan said dully. I'm an outcast.

[hope1997]

Yes, same here. He spoke dully, his eyes gray and sad.

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She couldn't help it, she began to sob again. Not wimpery sobs, big, wet gasps. Her sides shook uncontrolibly as she cried.

[hope1997]

He began sobbing too, in large gasps.

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When Swan had finnished sobbing, she felt like a great wieght had been removed from her shoulders.