i wish i was strong enough {mitsy&stormyrp} to lift not one but both of us

Small hooves pounded the soil in a desperate effort to escape. She blinked rapidly as she sprinted, blood running down from a cut above her left eye, making her eyes smart worse than they were in the cold wind that gusted against the little doe. Scarlet blood ran from her slick, heaving sides, staining her fur. The salty smell stung her nose as she sprinted towards safety, not daring to look back to see if the Phantom still pursued her. She remembered how he'd shouted at her, chasing after her and snapping at her with a fury that terrified her. She remembered how his sharp hooves dug into her sides. An anguished shriek rang out, it took her a moment to realize it had been hers. A hysterical sobbing had rocked her as she had struggled to free herself, uncontrollable and thick with pain. She didn't want to remember, but his hateful glare was burned into her memory. She trembled as she ran. Stormchaser! Her voice failed her, and nothing escapes her lips.
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Stormchaser had nestled deep into the old oak, burrowed in his own fur, fluffed out like a bird on a cold winter's morning. Eyes closed, slow and deep breathing, sleeping. He dreamed of rain, of an endless storm ravaging. But it was cold, it was oh-so-cold. Then, a blood-chilling scream. It made his eyes snap open, his body shake; who had screamed? The stallion stood, head swaying from side to side. It was sunlight out there, but it was oddly a red hue; no, it was still light, he couldn't go out there. Not even if he wanted to. Must have been the dream... he thought, although the vocalization seemed all too real.


Hurtling towards the only one

Hurtling towards the only one who could save her now. He is her everything now. No going back. She was too far gone. It was like gravity was no longer grounding her. He was. She sprinted towards Stormchaser, head bowed as a salty mixture of tears and blood streamed down her face and soaked her fur. When she reached him, she collapsed immediately, as he was the only reason she had kept trying. The ebony's ragged breathing and heaving sides were the only signs that she was still alive.
Stormchaser...I'm sorry.

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{@kasi thanks

{@kasi thanks <3
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