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You're broken, so am I
I'm better off a l o n e
No one to turn to and n o t h i n g to call my own
O u t s p o k e n, so am I
Explosive words that your world wouldn't understand
Turn a w a y again

Stars littered the midnight blue and purple sky, their lights creating constallations and various connect-the-dots games. The moon was high to her right, and it cast its glow down upon her eerily. Besides the light from the sky, it was black around her. The trees that stood to her sides seemed to bend and smile sardonically in their shadows, and more then once she'd thought she'd seen something slithering in the darkness. This didn't make her jump, but simply stroked her curiosity. Delicate limbs stretched and recoiled over and over, drawing her across the land with ease and stealth. She felt so strong, so indesructible in the darkness. Like nothing could ever touch her, ever bring her down. That was the way she liked to be; alone, independent, not having to watch out for anyone else. Itasca hated babysitting. In fact, she hated other horses in general. All they do is take from you, never give, just take. Besides, most of the time they just annoyed her anyways. Her golden torso didn't conceal her well in the night, but it sure was pretty to look at when the sun hit it. It looked as if she had a billion little diamonds embedded in her skin, that sparkled when the light reflected of each individual facet. She looked like an angel, but oh, she definitely wasn't one. She could act like one, of course, and she was good at it. Many times she'd been mistaken as a light and been called 'sweetheart' or 'sugar'. That hadn't gone over well. If you wanted to talk to her, you could call her by her name. That's what it was for, wasn't it? She snorted, and kept on walking.

She had nowhere to go, nothing to do. What was life for anyways, honestly? I mean, come on. Live, procreate, die. Is that all? Was her job in this world to bear the young of some stupid, testosterone-driven stallion? The thought sent a shiver up her spine, and she cringed. Nothing could possibly be worse. She promised herself she would never be weak enough to let a stallion have such control over her. And that brought her to another subject; love. It was a funny thing. Funny, and completely idiotic. To let yourself be consumed with such feelings, when your 'lover' could turn away in an instant? That was weakness. Weakness was something she did not take nicely to. In this world, you had to be the toughest you could be, and that left no room for love, or many other feelings really. While she was having this inward conversation with herself, dawn was stretching across the sky, yawning and spreading its pastel colors over the horizon. Pity. She would miss the shadows that kept her hidden from view. She heaved a heavy sigh, snorted, and continued walking.