xx. When You're Gone.
The pieces of my heart are missing you

A paint wandered aimlessly through the oaken forest, a soft breeze stirred his rich brown mane, and disturbed the white hairs in is cascading tail. As usually, a slightly longer piece of mane hair fell over his eyes, he shook his head lightly tossing it to the side. His hoof steps were light, but a soft crunch could still be herd as the came down, again and again. He had just wanted to get away from his herd for just a little while, have time to think on his own, as leadership was a very time consuming job. He sighed and stopped, he only wanted to recollect his thoughts, but he knew where they were going to lead.

xx. When You're Gone
The face I came to know is missing too

His long face looked up to the sky as light filtered in through the piney branches. Light fluffy clouds trailed across the sky, he watched as they spread and two detatched from the main cloud. He looked down quickly, his eyes hard. Starting up an even pace again, he tried to ignore his aching heart, which pained him so much at times, yet seemed so little when he was with the herd. I can't forget them. He thought to himself, he didn't know wether he wanted to or not, but it was a simply fact of the matter; he couldn't. He trained his mind to the simple rise and fall of his hooves, hoping to let the memories fall away. Rise, fall, rise, fall. Brook's frenzied face appeared in his mind, he could hear wolves snarling in the back of his mind. He snorted wildly and the image faded away, his pace quickened knowing what would come next. Sure enough, flames roared in his mind, a long high pitched scream tore the air as Feather slowly died. This time, Hawk had sped to a near gallop. He raced through the forest recklessly, just barely missing several trees. His mane and tail were flying, colorfuly banners whipping in the wind, his eyes were wide and full of fear and pain. After what seemed like hours, he slowed, and then nearly stopped all together. Sweat dripped down his face, his sides heaving.

xx. All the words I need to hear to always get me through the day

Hawk's brown laden ear swiveled at the sound of a lilting voice. He turned to find the striking silver mare watching him. A sudden fear struck him, How long has she been watching me? He brushed away the nightmare thought and took a deep breath. His life pulse slowed until it was almost normal. He nodded his head in greeting, 'Hello, Silver.' He snorted shaking his head, flinging his mane into the wind. Whispers of his hallucinations still haunted his mind, as he met Silver's gaze. His emotions were a turbulence in him, he didn't know wether he was relieved to see a kind face, or wether hate pranced around his mind bitterly. Either way, he wouldn't let that interfere with his duties and friendships.

A gentle breeze sifted through the forest, bringing his gaze toward's the tree tops. The swayed slightly in the wind, as if greeting an oncoming storm. In the distance he heard the sharp cry of a hawk as it enjoyed it's high flying freedom on the winds of the sky. If only that could be me. He thought bitterly, training his gaze on the hawk till it disappeared from his sight beyond his land. Shaking his head slightly, as if shooing a fly, he looked back down at Silver. Realizing he had been distracted, he snorted almost inaudibly and brought his hoof up, and placed it back down lightly, telling her to go on, almost like an apology.

xx.And make it OK
I miss you

Hawk met her eyes evenly, knowing she was probably worried because as she thought that very moment, Lead Stallions don't usually stray from thier herd. "I saw a fox, so I chased out of the territory" His words slipped easily out of his maw like honey-coated lyrics. He winced emotionally, he had a talent for lying, and making it belieable. To him, it was both a blessing and a curse. So far, it hadn't gotten him in any trouble but he knew it was only a matter of time... A fly landed on his pelt and started to prickle into his skin, snorting slightly he flicked his white and brown tail, sending the fly back into the air. His ears twitched and swiveled as the obnoxious buzzing grew faint as it flew farther away. And good ridiance He thought to himself, stamping his foot lightly.

xx. I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do

Hawk paused only a moment, delving deep into his thoughts. He felt guilty every time he lied to one of his pack. But how could he explain the truth? How could he put his feeling's to words when he didn't even know where his own heart lay? He met her gaze steadily and nodded his deep brown head, "All is well." He amended. He glanced around smelling the wind, his eyes were filled with slightly worry as the breeze grew a little stronger. Frozen snow was on the wind, he could smell it. Not more snow... He pleaded to himself, thinking they already had enough. "Snow is on it's way." He commented lightly, curious to what Silver thought of it.

xx. Reminds me of you

Hawk paused, thinking of the different places that would suffice. If his instincts were right, the snowstorm could be strong, and it was best to play it safe anyways. After debating, he decided, "Maybe the grove next to the Hidden Falls?" He mused, there was that small cave next to it, if worst came to worse. He held back wincing, Feather had loved to go there with him.... His eyes grew distant, it was only a a little way from there where that dreadful fire had occured. He focused again, his eyes taking on the quality of hardness. He wouldn't let anything come in the way of his duties to his herd, not even that.
Why couldn't he just leave the past alone? It taunted his every thought, peeking around every corner. Something in everything reminided him of them, the soft whisper of wind, the crunch of snow, the lark's song. He flicked his tail, watching Silver, making it look like he was paying full attention, when in reality it was only half.