Accept the fires from which I came ;;

Broken Dreams ;

( check my vital signs )

There was almost no life left around the land he lives in. Muck, stench of dead, rotting bodies, mixed in with the uncertainty of having the Rajputs and Valkyries thrown in together. No longer was Hoof Prince a land- it was a marsh. Here he was, following around Freya, the mare that had caused him love-struck eyes, out in the boondocks and away from his home. Would Scythia become his home? It didn't matter much to him, he was simply buoyant that Freya was with him. Where is Freya? he wondered, as he trodded along, mud stuck in small blotches along his forelegs. The fire that played along his spine and toyed with his mane and tail was the only thing that moved, as far as he could tell. He knew there was a small gathering of former Rajputs and a few Valkyries, but they'd been quiet for too long. Broken wanted something to happen. He miss Freya, and wondered what the beautiful blonde mare was doing. He sent out a low whicker for her, calling her to him. Swaying his large head around, he scented the air, trying to catch her or anyone else's scent.


( to know that I’m still alive and I walk alone )