Vladamir...

I snorted angrily and pawed the ground. Why did he walk away? All stallions would fight... most of the time. But why did he just turn his back on an experiensed opponent? A very dangerous thing to do... especially now for him. I threw my head up and followed him steadily up the hill. What is his problem...? What is my problem?
Too scared to fight a mare? I tease, baring my teeth as my head snaked towards his wither, but never grabbing the fatal hold. Too scared to lose, I'm guessing?

My ears flicked forward and my anger was suddenly forgotten. Lucille? What did he mean by that? Who was this Lucille? I watched the retreating stallion with curious eyes, then I remembered what had only happened just 5 minutes before. Lucille? Who's Lucille? I said, cantering to catch up to him and standing rock solid in front. My eyes were narrowed as I realized that the name had to belong to a mare... A sharp pang of anger hit me hard and I staggered back a couple of steps... Jealousy? Why was I jealous? The sensation was overwehlming as I fought it. I had only felt the strange feeling once, and that was a long time ago. As well as happiness, joy... Love... All those things.

"Oh." I had seen that dead look in his eyes, and knew it wasn't good. I couldn't be here. Not now. My past was too close, ready to repeat, only differently. This time I would feel it. Really feel it.
My eyes closed, and, without a second glance, trotted into the bush, mingling instantly with the grey tree trunks. Once deep inside of the dense bush I collapsed, my energy drained from the emotions deep inside. I sobbed, quietly to myself, my head curled up against my chest tight. My grey mane fell over my face, hiding the silver tears. There, hidden in the bush, I cried myself to a restless slumber.

My breathing slowed as my eyelids flutter. I felt just the softest breath of wind, and the smell of the stallion. I jump up and run into the trees, turning to bare my teeth. I couldn't see him. Good, I thought. But is it? I sighed, and moved off, in the opposite direction of the trail of hooves. In the next clearing, I lay on the ground, in the shlter of the trees, and once more, silent now, tears crept down my cheeks, into my knotted mane. Why cry? I ask myself, but then I answered "Because I can." in a soft whisper to myself.

My ears prick. Soft, easy foot falls. Louder and louder. I stayed shock still, barely breathing as I flicked my dark ears back and forth, trying to locate the sound. Nothing. The wind was blowing away from me, not to me. I shuddered and my muscles tensed, ready to spring up at a moments notice.

I startle up, then stared down. My eyes studied the stallion from before, then I shook my head. "Watch y..." I stopped, realizing that the crunch wasn't the tree. I stumble back, my eyes crazed and my ears flicked back nervously. "Please.. Please.. NO!" I sink to the ground, flashbacks flicking in front of me. A beautiful stallion, then the mangled lump of coal black and snow white in front of me. I groan, then whimpered. "No. Not again, please. No!" I whisper, choking on my own sobs. I forgot all about the watching stallion, forgot who I was, where I was. Only the mangled heap in front of me, silver tears mingling with the dark red blood.

Silence now. It was over. I was alone. Alone forever in a world I did not know. I was broken, never to be healed. My heart bled openly. Forever. I looked up to see the stallion looking at me.
"I know. I think I'm crazy too." I whisper, curling my head under my chest.

I listened as the hoof beats drew away. Fainter and fainter. Fainter his heart beats were, before he were gone. Again. I shuddered and looked up. When I knew for sure I was alone I hefted my dainty little legs in front of me and pushed myself onto unsteady, shaky legs.
For a long time it seemed to me that I stumbled onwards, trying to find a place to spend for the night. I thought it had been hours, but, truly, only half an hour had passed before I collapsed, once more, under a large tree, on the bank of a river. I ignored the cold water licking at my sides as I wondered, listening, watching all the time, to see if I had been followed. I had no idea where the stallion was, what he was doing. I sighed, resting my head out in front of me.

I ignore the hoofbeats, my dead eyes staring un-seeingly at the blue water. My dark mane washed in and out with the waves and my tail splayed out in all directions. My ears flicked back. Was he still there, or was he gone? Despite my complete exaustion I made myself move. I knew I shouldn't be on the run for all my life, that I would have to face him one day... but today wasn't that day. I walked drunkenly into the forest, not careing where I was going, and leant against a thick tree trunk, closing my eyes. My knees buckled and I slid to the ground, the rough bark scraping and clawing at my grey pelt. It stung, but it wasn't as bad as the hollow ache in my chest.