[x]She's a rogue so anyone can come, but I thought it appropriate to put it here....

Reserved for;; Isp [/x]

How the hell did I end up like this? Did I miss something, or was it just fate not to let me know? Oh well, complaining won't bring back my bad memory. At least I'm on land this time, and not just a spit of island out in some ocean waters. But while I'm here, I might as try to find a home. Not a life exactly, but a temporary home. I have unfinished business with a few friends that needs to be finished as well as finding my ex-fiancee.

Yes, I am betrothed by birth. It was marriage our parents set up when we were just foals. It only seem to fit together since we were best friends growing up, but I must admit I do not love him like a lover would. I must be a coward (or very brave) then for leaving out santuary when I turned three years old after I yelled at him that I would not be his mate. I'm entitled to lead the life I want to lead, and no one will ever change that in me. And I'm damn proud of that.

Turning my attention to the area around me, I can see the beach from where I landed as well as my tracks. Not much progress, but up ahead I can smell others, or at least where others have been before me. By instinct, I begin to move towards the scents. I notice vegetation is more dreary from a recent rain, and their fiery colors are faded to shades of brown. Summer still has it's grip on the land since the humidity today is quite high and air thick. The overcast sky is being filled with ominous black clouds a low rumble from the horizon.

My hooves begin to splash in clay-like mud and I quickly sink in to my hocks. Bringing my knees to my chest, I begin to move at a steady trot before wading through a small stream. The water splashes onto my chest gentle. The fresh scent of ocean foam and salts still grips my nose, but slowly fades as I reach the opposing shore. Facing my facade to the north, I march onwards, heading up stream.

The trees loom over my thin bodice and makes shadow blend in with theirs. Even in the shade, my translucent dread locks (which flow to my to the beginning of my chest) remain visible, somewhat "glowing" as some would put it. It's an offset to my faint dapple hue of atramentous. I can't remember what my humans called my color, but it was a silver something something. Doesn't matter though since many equines just refer to my color as as dapple silver charcoal.

It's not my only marking amonst my bodice. My face often attracks a lot of attention in itself. Vertically it is divided into two. My left side matching my chassie and boa; while the right side of my head in painted into half a bald face. To add, my right eye is a light pink. I'm not albino by far, but a chronic dry eye had plagued me forever and caused my not to see the best through that eye. It's gotten better over the years, but the hue I have concluded will be with me till I die. My other eye is just though. A light hazel thrown in to make sure I'm at least half normal when it comes to coloring. Not much else differs me from anyone else. My only other marking is a stocking on my left foreleg, but nothing else.

Yet again my thoughts are interrupted by the loud booms and heavy rains. The trees do not protect me as I get drench. The already soggy shore becomes a hassel to navigate and the scents of the other equines are washed away. The storm forces me to dive into the thick forestry.Twigs snap and thorns poke me ravenously. The low branches even caused my 16.2 hands body to bend in ways that no equine should ever have to bend. And just when things could get worse, a vine comes along and forces me down to the ground. I don't feel any ground beneath me as I slid down a steep hill. My cries go unheard until I reach the bottom.

Sore, tired, and hungry, I looked over my body (dazed of course). Bits of blood drain out from minor wounds, but my head pounds. Rolling over I try to stand, but the accident keeps me from doing so. Instead I wait for half an hour before achieving my goal....

My journey continues in the light drizzle. I will say I'm glad to be out of the woods and in a simple grass field. Lookoing around, I see where there was once a water fall (but now a cliff miind you), and that the grass here was part of the bottom that was submerged. The hill that I rolled down was once the shore. It makes perfect sicne except why there is no more water roaring down that cliff.

Boredly, I begin to wande carelessly and by chance I stumbled across a small pond. I bring myself to the edge of the dwarf-ish pond. My reflection shows my beat up body right now. Being a feminine, I walk into the pond and begin to bathe myself in the privacy of the land.

By the time I come out of the water, the rain was no more, but nonetheless much cloud cover. In the process, I let out a sigh, but find something wonderful. Rearing silently, I get a better view and can see many tracks of other beings. Equines. I come back down to the ground, wet and all. A smile is on my face. One task down, now just another to go. Even the scents begin to come back to me.

I look down curiously and can see the tracks of equines before me who have taken a dip or a sip. Letting out another deep breath, I just look around. I might have a better chance of finding a home now since I'm clean finally (though I am still soaked). Tossing my head, I relaxed. All I had to do now was wait for a sign of life to come greet me, or vice versa. And tell you right now, I'm not out here to be subdued in any way possible, brutes (like Zodiac again); but if there is a good stallion or mare I will gladly follow them to a save haven... Especially with my season rolling around right now....

The female closed eyes only for a brief second when a voice echoed in her ears. Like a hiss from a cat it curled around her thoughts and sent her flaring wide open. A brute's sent marked the air and point towards his direction like a big sign. Flipping her head towards his direction, Limphoma could pin-point him. Already her gaze had narrowed down to tiny slits as her ears flicked back against her skull. Oh, nightmare was just the beginning of another hell-like stallion.

Just when she thought the steed was done chabbering, he started again in his hiss ways. At least he had the decency to give his name, even if he was marked with corruption to the highest degree. Irritation ran through Nymphia as a dreaded snort bellowed out from her chest and nares and into the rain soaked atmosphere. Back-and-fourth she flicked her tail not only at the pesky parasites but at her hatred for this brute. The usually open-minded mare was not in the mood for a repeat of her winter's episode with Zodiak. And now Skeleton wanted to take this freedom she had just gained away?

Oh no he wouldn't!

Lifting her head high in pride and freedom she allowed another deep breath escape her lungs. A barely noticable dip of her head came from her as a sign of chivalry. Like the stallion before him, she was being harsh for the fact that she had far too much more to lose than he did. Especially with spring. No, she thought she knew everything going on in his minds. But she'll never know how the brute's mind works, will she?

"I think you've strayed a little too far from home with your goals too high for you to accomplish," Limphoma spoke harshly towards Skeleton. The brutal truth she spoke, feelings it was better to express her own feelings towards him from the beginning. Flicking her forelock back, she revealed her devil-like eye with its irritated pink hue.

"My name is Limphoma, Skeleton," The vixen added, watching him with an unrelenting stare. "Though may call me Lila or Nymphia for short." Her tone was still stern with him. One last snort came from her, showing him that he would have to prove himself worthy of her trust and friendship.

But most of all, could he understand her for what she was and becoming?