Lonelyness and sorrow (Dasher)

[Whispering Wind]

Dasher wandered along the river, lost in her own mind. But this evening, her thoughts were not as sad as they used to be. Strange feelings were also swirling around. All those emocions made Dasher feel dizzy - she felt something that she had never felt before. An spark had ben lit in her dark heart.
With sorrow, but for the first time in her life - hope - she remembered what had happened earlier that day. And why could she not stop thinking of it? Of Coon. Her stomach made a back-flip. Coon. He was either out there somewhere, or already caught by the police. Dasher had a hard time now to settle her thoughts - an accept them. She could not deny to herself that she had a weird wish to be with Coon now. Even if that meant that she would get caught, too. But what could she do? Perhaps Coon was not in a cell. Putting herself into any more trouble was what she needed last now.
She shook her head, but still, Coon´s bright smile continued to play infront of her eyes. She was unable to snap out of the daydreams. Was this, what every pony always talked about? The greatest things of them all...the most impotant and obvious - the feeling she had never felt - love...? love?
Angirly, she kicked a pebble over the grass. She had to snap out of all emotions, both negative and positive - she had to think clear.

[Need someone with PAARS to come over here. Anyone?]

[WingSong]

((Aw, you're not killing the poor thing, I hope? Or do you just want her sick(understandable)? Anyhow, I think Breezie will be freed up soon, and she's like the perky happy grim reaper of Ponyville now. ))

[Rose Rebellion]

(ooc: Well, I may not be able to give you PAARS, but Coon Skin *does* keep a tent out at Rainbow River. If you'd like, she could stumble upon it and make herself roomy? Look through her stuff, lol. Although...if you decovered the adult novelty she owned Dasher would easily figure out Coon's a girl. ANYWAY, just a suggestion, 'cause I miss Dasher <3)

[Whispering Wind]

[Well, that´s a good idea, Rose...hmm...but it would also get interesting to have Breezie chase har again. Perhaps Dasher can stumble upon Breezie later, downtown? Then you´ve got some time to free her up, Wing Song.]

[Whispering Wind]

Dasher slowly walked further and further away from the river, towards the edge of the forest. She did not really notice where she was heading to - not that it mattered.
The air was fresh and cool under cover of the trees. It smelled soft of dirt and rain. The purple villain walked further.
She fell into trot, and soon she reached something that looked like a tent. She stopped, her ears pinned back. Slowly, quiet as a mouse she approached the tent. Dasher gave a sigh of relief as she saw that nobody was there. Very carefully she got herself over there.
It almost looked as if someone used to live there. It was quite a mess, too. Whoever had spend it´s days here had a lot of stuff. Still looking around with wary, she moved some of it aside. She was scared that this 'someone' was still there, somewhere.
Suddenly, she picked up a familiar scent. She bent down to take a closer look at the sleepingbag. It was Coon Skin's smell.
Dasher's heart skipped. This was Coon's place of recidence, his hideout...! Thoughtfully, she looked around. There was a toothbrush, pillow and lots of other things. A thought struck her.
Oh no! This must mean that Coon has not been here for days! It had gone a few days since she met Coon. Star Dasher sobbed. She continued to look through Coon´s belongings, in hope to find a diary or anything else that showed that 'he' had been there recently.
"If this is Coon´s place of recidence, he must come home some day."

[Whispering Wind]

Star Dasher had already decided to wait at the tent for Coon to return. But if he did not show up, then what would she do? Then I´ll have to break my way into the castle cell, she thought. d**n the lazy police officer, d**n the rainbow-forsaken, butt-jeweled stallion. d**n the psychotic pegasus and d**n the mad kid.
The mare continued to look through the stuff, desperately. She understood if a theif did not keep a diary in his or hers hideout, but there still was hope.
Nope, here was no diary. Dasher sighed, almost giving up her hope. Though she was surprised to see that the racoon-like pony had a lot of cash and many other interesting things made out of gold and silver.
There were also baskets made out of twigs, something that looked like a teapot, and...a dagger? She digged further. A pan in rather bad condition, canned food, and...Dasher let her hoof run through the mane. A photography. There was a big, grey stallion in the picture, looking very much like Coon. And a brown mare. That must be his mother! And the racoon-themed ponies around them had to be Coon´s siblings.
She put down the photo again. Then she spotted a big backpack in the pile. Dasher opened up its zipper to look inside.

[WingSong]

((Whatever works for you - another chase scene sometime would be fun. "Just like those cop shows!" ))

[Whispering Wind]

[Hmm...I hope it´s OK for you to Rose, to descride Coon´s tent as 'messy'. Sure, PWS.]

Dasher took a look inside the camping-size backbpack. A first-aid kit. She closed the zipper, and opened the other compartment. Nothing special there, either. Deeply sighing, Star Dasher gave up her serch and threw herself in a corner of the tent. She curled up under the sleeping bag, when suddenly...
"Eep!" The mare jumped high into the air, and landed on the ground outside the tent. She slapped a hoof over her mouth. What if someone heard her yell? She had felt something that was very much like a certain item she recognized...
She could not believe herself - she was just being silly, that´s all...slowly, she stepped into the tent again. She pushed the sleeping bag aside, and found - yes, it was that. She did not believe her eyes, she did not want to...how could it be?
In a situation like this, you are capable of thinking so many thoughts before you realize what´s really going on. The first thought that struck Dasher was:
What´s this?! then: What is this supposed to...?!
How?
It is not his!
But Dasher immeadetly remembered that Coon had flirted with her. He is not gay. He´s a... Dasher shallowed hard.
...a lesbian? Dasher quickly got out, backwards. She stumbled, almost falling over her own hindlegs, before falling over a big root.

[Whispering Wind]

[Later]

Dasher had convinced herself that everything was allright. At first, everything felt weird, but after several hours, she laid inside tha tent and tried to settle her thoughts again.
She had Coon´s family photo infront of her. In the picture, Coon herself smiled at the camera. [Hope that´s correct. O.o]
Sigh.
"It does not matter who you are. I..." Dasher shallowed, looking at Coon´s golden eyes at the photography. She felt as if she would drown in them. "I love you, Coon Skin. I love you so much." Yes, the mare defenitly had a crush on the raccon pony. She had accepted that Coon was - indeed - a female. And she could not wait to meet her again. Even if that meant that she had to wait for her for a long time.

That night, Dasher slept in Coon´s tent, in her sleeping bag. Dreaming of the day they would reunite.

[Ok, I´ll place her in a thread in 'Ponyville'. That will be the day after this.]

[Rose Rebellion]

(omg, that was just too funny! No problem about the tent, as you mentioned it looked like a few days since it was inhabited, so animals could've messed up the site.)