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D R E A M W E A V E R
take a l o o k around I'm the s u n s h i n e in your hair I'm the
s h a d o w on the ground I'm the w h i s p e r in the wind
I'm your i m a g i n a r y f r i e n d and I know I'm in your
p r a y e r s oh I'm a l r e a d y there

The steady, rhythmic beat of hooves over the hills droned out into the silence. A silence that was only shattered with the call of a claim. A new stallion rising to power. A new target. That steady gait increased to a liquid trot, each stride lengthy but perfectly measured and fluid. Icy blue eyes gazed over the surrounding terrain, muscles rolling rhythmically down the slim legs, haunches, and chest. Painted neck arched beautifully, dished skull held level with that white chest. Lengthy locks that dragged the ground from behind swayed in the breezes, untangled and shimmering freely. The mane, too, extended down to the knees, and was flowing. A forelock curved to cover one blue eye from view, the Arabic bloodline showing through clearly on the painted body.

Nostrils inhaled, and that's when I caught his scent and a friendly, welcoming smile crossed my muzzle. My ears pricked forth, and that steady trot increased to a beautiful canter. Each stride made in perfect harmony, and movements halted before the stallion. I looked like a pure light, one who had no possible way of being connected with the darks. Ha. Deception is, out of them all, the best trick. 'Ello, puppet. My voice betrayed my appearance. Eerie and demanding, one that simply stated not to mess with me. That smile was replaced with a wicked and cruel smirk, my ears flattening into their graves, buried beneath that shimmering white mane. Ah, so you have a home. Congratulations, how about a treat, dollface? No, he wasn't going to be another stallion to push me around.

That me was gone, I'd played light a little too good in my past, and Darkwing figured that's what I was. I would've killed him, had not other stallions caught my interest to play with. Games are very fun, except when they completely destroy your reputation. No, I'm not a light, and I never will be again. I was once upon a time, the light lady, but obviously not anymore. That clever and cruel smirk crossed my muzzle, my body circling the stallions just out of striking range. I surveyed his weak points, strengths, everything. My circling was a steady walk, smooth and effortless, like a light. No, natural gaits cannot be broken and forgotten, and I don't want to forget them anyways. It just adds to the element of surprise, don't you agree?

[Reflection]

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

My gaze was altered as my auds caught sound of hoofbeats landing in a rhythm that suggested a light bodice, taking lengthy strides at a canter perhaps. Great. Company already. I should’ve expected that that idiot Numaric Light would’ve left behind some pathetic goody shoe mares. Just Fantastic. Now, I'll have to listen to the mare blab on continuously about how Numaric Light would return and such, and how I would pay, or something or rather. But whatever. As I watched over the lush rolling hills my heart settled a bit, taking on a calm once more. Though when I glanced down a moment I saw a few strands of notted gray hair, no doubt Numaric Light’s. Anger seared through me and I instantly stomped down upon it, burying it underneath piles of dust. That Moron had never deserved a land as such. What an idiot he had been, so full of himself. Well, just look at where it had gotten him. I smirked as I imagined the hopless fury that the idiot would behold if he saw me now. In his land—no in MY land. Hmph. Although, to tell the truth I would’ve probably reclaimed Diamond Lake, if it didn’t bring back so many unwanted memories. My mind was brought back to the approaching equine as the vixen came into view. Her Icy orbs gazed forth, and her painted design, and Arabic bloodlines, did give her quite a lovely appearance. But boy, do I know what it means when people say “Appearances can lie”. Trust me on that one. 'Ello, puppet. Her voice was filled with a eerie demand, and I couldn’t help but to laugh at the correctness of my knowing about appearances. A smirk formed across her maw and a smirk grew across mine. Although, my smirk was not quite as bitter as hers. No, mine was more of an amused one. She was quite the actor. What a role she had taken up, she must lead a pretty interesting life. What other stallions had she seduced throughout her life? Ha. Either way I pricked my auds to listen to what she had to say next.

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

Thanks, but I think I’ll pass on that. I replied with only a slight gleam of mischief in my orbs, the rest was simply disintrest. Nice try mare, but I can play that game as well. So I turned my gaze away from her and once more looked out along the lush, rolling hills. As she began to circle ‘round me I didn’t move my gaze, it stood locked on the horizion line, my gaze blank, and uninterested. She seemed to specifically stay just out of striking range, but there was no need. I certainly don’t lash out stupidly and at any moment, and she was probably smart enough to know not to as well. Considering that I stand at 19.2hh. Yes, I am a monster of a horse when it comes to my height. And anyway, my muscles are far above average, thanks to my shire and friesian blood. Not that I’m saying this vixen is weak, oh no. I’m just saying, that honestly if it came to a full out fight, which I doubt, the odds would be in my favor. Though, perhaps she would surprise me with a few abnormal, and spontaneous moves, that could put the odds in her favor or such. Though that is truthfully very unlikely, It’s possible all the same. Anyway, There’s no reason a simple meeting such as this, would come to a fight. I don’t go picking fights with mares. Only weakling stallions do something as such. Of course every once in a while I’ll go an tramatize a herd, but no serious injuries, to any but the lead stallion, and in that case, only if I have been given reason. As reason of course you could say Numaric Light. I would gladly kill him. My reason? He’s a conceited idiot. And a foolish one at that, for abandoning his herd and land as such. Though, clearly, he paid for it. Ha. I knew he would all along though, no surprise.

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?