Runners.

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xl..'er vividly elegant neck o' ivory seemed to twist like a hanging nail this way an' that, allowing slight worry to pulsate 'er genteel veins o' Light blood. This fae whom 'ad just entered seemed to be an aquaintence o' th' fallen one, as sh' looked rather protective o' th' injured 'quine. Willow suddenly felt helpless as they looked at 'er with a mix o' fear an' questioning, as if sh' was intruding. Sh' hated to feel this way, for for so long sh' 'ad wished for a friend. Sh' thought 'er luck 'ad arose on this fine autumn eve, sh' thought sh' could finally make peace with an equine or two an' become firm friends easy as that .. but now sh' looked more likely to make an accidental enemy o' these faes. Still, sh' chose to ignore these thoughts for sh' knew th' lady whom was now standing injured severly did not have long to go until it was impossible to mend 'er severed pillars. 'Er delicate auds flickered forth at th' ordering femmes words, an' sh' chose not to even 'ave a go at understanding 'er speech. Twas too critical a time..lx

Streak ? Mightn't ye tell me whom exactly this Streak be, for t'would 'elp rather a lot ..

xl..'er tones were rather exasperated as sh' looked incredulously at th' maiden, deep soulful occuli rimmed with hazel loveliness that reflected 'er kind, caring soul, true to 'er loyalty as a Light. 'er dazzling peltage rippled with soft beauty, an' shimmered even though th' gathering o' th' forest trees overhead made th' clearing endarkened. Still sh' stood staring rather curiosly at th' indignant lady, for sh' was not afraid now, but interested. These were rather significant characters, an' knew something 'ad spooked th'm. 'er attention now referred back to th' light pelted femme as 'er lyrics now adopted much softer tones like velvet..lx

Fae, yer pillars .. they do not look there best .. p'raps ye be in need o' a healer ?

[EGOOT247]

I stared at her as if she were enemy, letting her feel my sharp gaze. I did not answer her questions, rather I asked her a slew of my own.
"IN who's name do you come?" I ask the question as if it were a matter of life or death. And for US, indeed it was.

I glance at Arose, taking pity on her doomed figure. She cannot run anymore. Impossible, but what now? Shall she be captured. Then what?

I compound my origional question with another one, "How many of you are searching the brush?" The question had the authority of a statement, although I was in no position to have that authority. But this was a moment of faith, and BLUFFING was the only way to get Arose safety lest I must flee.
I was, indeed, bluffing. I had not even my own life in front of me. Arose was the only one who would be able to sense my Bluff, for she resided in Streak's herd at one point. The foreigner was clueless of my impromptu aggression. But she had better not take a step forward lest I snap and lunge at her.

To what is the world coming? Why do I care? Because I've bonded. The truth hurts. I have a bond, and bonds are tethers.

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xl..Beautious fae was now beginning to feel anger rising in 'er past striken veins. Whom exactly did this femme think sh' was to speak to 'er in such a manner? Why did ev'ry little thing sh' 'came entangled with end up grabbing 'er round th' neck, binding an' binding until sh' could not breath ? 'Er kind heartedness was n'er appreciated , no matter what sh' said or done. What was th' point in even trying to help this lady, whom looked severely injured. 'er own deep hazel visionaries bore int' th' opposing faes dagger like ones. Sh' would not be intimidated by a stranger. 'er nares flared cautiously, as 'er fair hues flickered across th' maidens facade..lx

I come in the name o' Willow .. that be not 'nother 'quine .. but be I .. me, myself, I .. seeking peace in all whom I encounter, p'raps make an aquaintence or two .. I stumble through th' harsh briars in honour o' giving help to an injured one .. alas, nearly causing myself serious injury .. yet, 'ere I come, in good will an' all kindness to my Light faith .. to be interrogated an' spoken outlandishly by a stranger, as if I am doing something unspeakably wrong ? What gives ye th' right to speak to me as if I am filth on thy dagger ? Ye want me to simply wander by with all ignorance an' allow this fae to wallow in unbelievable pain ? No, for I am not that sort ..

xl..'er hushed tones were now almost a shout, 'er frustration an' pain venting on th' femme. Sh' was sick o' not being appreciated, sick o' being alone in this world, sick,sick,sick. Yet sh' always seemed to carry on with all hope, always confident in 'erself that good would come out o' 'er life .. but that confidence was under severe strain.. twas a sad fact o' 'er life..lx

[EGOOT247]

HOPE-- The life within death itself. If only I had that quality, the future of my own would not appear so Dim to me.

I glanced down at my writhing pal, uncertainty written on my own face. Uncertainty most often results in capture or death-- Stay on your hooves, and be certain. I shook my head, and relented.

"What gives me the right to speak to you as though you are filth?" I paused for emphasis. My words no longer bite, and they no longer are harsh. They have yielded, softening. But the words themselves are powerful, as are the tone they set. "Fear." The one word would have been sufficient, and I say it as though it is a matter between friends and enemies. The grave word echoed solemnly through my vocals, as I reiterate, "Fear. Fear of YOU, fear of Death, Fear of STreak HIMSELF." WIth my words, I turn away from her and nudge Arose, trying to get her to arise. But it is clear that the Stranger had passed my examination, for it appeared I had let my guard down.

BUt my words still rang true, and one would hope they had an impact upon her rightious fury. "Fear. Fear of YOU, fear of Death, Fear of STreak HIMSELF."

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xl..Tones o' velvet were a shocking twist from th' harsh lyrics 'eard earlier. This time there seemed to be an eerie chill in 'er genteel vocals, as if sh' knew something was 'appening, an' twas not all good. It made Willow inquisitive, for o' course, sh' was a perfectly innocent being. But who knew such an obvious fact ? Willow, th' same Willow who would not hurt a fly without good reason, was feared. By one o' 'er. By a fae. Whom sh' 'ad n'er set eyes 'pon in this life at least. Sh' was baffled to say th' least, but felt rather worried in th' process. They seemed to be plotting 'gainst 'er, as if they wished to hurt 'er genteel frame through fear. Fear o' th' unknown p'raps?..lx

xl..Willows golden tassels swept 'cross 'er shimmering pearl brow in th' manner o' an angel, indeed, an angels halo. It illuminated 'er strikingly beautiful an' delicately etched features that showed true elegance at its best. Th' autumn gales were not as strong as expected, but they added a touch o' bitterness wherev'r they dared travel. Th' fair maiden sighed solemnly, an' as sh' looked deeper int' th' hues o' th' oth'r femme, 'er expression looked moste vulnerable an' innocent, like a poor foal it may seem. This was not deliberate, for sh' knew that they were all strangers to 'er. But 'er tones seemed to reflect 'ow forlorn sh' felt inside..lx

I am tired faes .. I 'ave travelled wide in an attempt to make aquaintences an' fail .. I try to 'elp an' injured being an' fail .. I try to make something o' my life an' fail .. I stand no time for disagreement or fight .. I stand no time for fear either .. Look at myself .. I am not one to fear .. I am honest, trusting, genteel, kind .. an' not one to judge .. so please, please, hard as it is to understand what ye ken be saying .. I am trying .. I hold nothing 'gainst ye, I know nothing o' this Streak fellow .. believe me if ye will ..