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Only darkness. But it was seemingly best for the young equine, who would admit had a massive head ache pounding in her temples. But atleast there was no light that could penetrate the thick growth of the leaves, so there was no way she'd have to strain her opticals to see everything or even take the time to look around for danger. Here, she was safe. In the middle of the clearing with only one weeping willow to shelter her tired body, she lay. Legs were tucked tightly under her belly while hind legs were stretched out to the side while head rested on the ground, skimming along the sea of green a few times before resting again. Ears flickered back upon her crown then rested themselves, noting that she was in for the night.

Not only was she alone, but she was cold and wet and tired. Huddled near the bark of the tree in a desperate attempt to keep herself warm while trying to avoid the downfall coming from the sky above, she fell into a misty state, half asleep and half awake. She arched her boa only slightly and rested her mug on the root system of the tree, her good teal optical switching from shadow to shadow as that lingering feel of lonliness overwashed her again, and as the wind picked up she began to shiver uncontrollably, and she curled her head around and tucked it under her front limb in another desperate attempt to wait out the rain and sleet pelting her fragile body.

[|*~!Dreamer!~*|]

Darkest Hour trotted quietly through the Lonely Hearts. He was looking for a beta, because he possibly had a lead. Swishing his tail, his nostrils flared soflty, tail swishing against his flanks as he listened to the world around him. The black stallion krept quietly along in the shadows of the trees. The trees were protecting him from the driving sleet and rain, and the shadows were protecting him from being seen. Oh yes, Shadows were his friends. And plus, he blended right into them.

Coming into a small clearing, Hour chuckled softly. A small, fragile little mare stood laid in the clearing. She was shivering, unlike Dark who wasn't cold at all. She was alone, and she was cold. Cold, Little One? Dark offered as he stood behind her back, eye brows raised slightly.He was quite amused at this sight. He was far enough away from the fragile little looking filly that if she wanted to strike out, he wouldnt get hit.