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Let's Turn Up the Heat!
Username: Mameha Otome
Prompt Response: 'Is he still following me...?' The mare snorted as she glanced over her shoulder and down the mountain side. She was running out of places to go and quickly, not knowing the territory well. Unfortunately now he had chased her into his own element and she was quickly slowing down. She looked up ahead of her again at the snow covered trail, huffed and glanced back down towards the stallion again. He was moving slowly, as he had been the entire time, just casually following...but why?

'What does that icy fool want with me?' She scowled to herself and trudged on, in hopes the peak of the mountain would allow her some escape. It wasn't long before she reached the peak and had her question answered. Before her lay a sheer drop down the other side. She was cornered now and fairly certain the stallion behind her knew it. She glanced back down again only to see him stopped in his tracks as well.

"What do you want?!" She called, a sharp bite in her voice. No response. Just an icy stare back at her.
"Answer me!" She cried again, staring him down and trying desperately to make herself look bigger.
She may be in his element, but she still stood a chance of high ground with the flames licking off of her back. Still, no response. The mare stared him down, debating her methods of escape. 'I could charge right past...likely burn him. That would at least get him out of me way and possibly off my tail for a while...' She thought, carefully looking over her surroundings.

She braced herself to charge and caught one last look at the stallion before she did. Was he...admiring her? He hadn't moved closer, and almost seemed saddened in a way. She shook her head. No. There was no way such a creature as him would look at her in such a way. With one last snort she charged and slammed into him with a sizzle on her way back down the mountain.

[ Edited 7/15 @ 08:55. ]

Let's Turn Up the Heat!
Username: Shi Berry
Prompt Response:

"He has found me," she muttered under her breath as she gazed off into the distance. It was not difficult to spot the purple stallion from the tall crag upon which she stood, for indeed he was a conspicuous character – but, then again, so was she. His pace quickened, and she huffed as she watched the time she had to herself shorten with his hastened approach. At least he was a clumsy climber. "His hooves and hefty body are certainly not doing him any favors," she grinned, a chuckle escaping her. She hoped he did not hear her; he hated her enough as it is.

She hadn't done anything wrong, at least, not in her eyes. She made no promises, told no lie, and intended no harm. It was her fire that was at fault. She had burned with desire for the stallion, and her passion was intense but fleeting. Perhaps that was her mistake. How could she have expected ice to understand? Ice was so unlike fire. It took time to form and lasted ages, permeating that upon which it grew.

In the beginning, he was cold and unfeeling, characteristic of his element. With time, she won him over, warming him up. Then, he was different. Ice turned to water, lively and flowing. But fire does not endure, and, although her love for him burned out as every fire does, he clung to her as ice clung to rocks.

At this point, he had completed his ascent. The clacking of hooves against the rocks had stopped only a pace or two behind her. She cast her gaze over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his glare. This was the first time she did not run for him. She once had the energy for the chase, but no longer – that fire had also died out. "I'm tired," she stated plainly, finally breaking the silence between them for the first time since she left him. He, however, maintained that silence, not speaking a word after her. She held his gaze for several, lengthy moments before turning away, looking back out at the setting sun. "Let's stop this chase; it isn't good for either of us. What do you want?"

"You hurt me."

She bit her lip. "That wasn't my intention–"

"But you did."

She supposed that he needed her heat. If she did indeed melt his ice, once her fire left him he must have immediately frozen once again. Though she understood this of him, she had no regrets. He should afford her the same understanding, for she would be who she was: fiery.

She felt something inside her chest flare up, a rage that found fuel. A newfound strength; a fire ignited.

"You should hurt, too."

She flexed her claws, lips twisting into a smirk. "On the contrary, my dear, I should not." She turned around and faced him, the flames framing her face dancing, vibrant and exuberant. "My fire will not bring you the warmth you crave."

The sun had set now, dusk staining the sky. 'A fitting time for an ending long overdue,' she grinned, tail lashing, burning with a vehemence the stallion had never seen before now. There was a shift in his demeanor, a flash in his eyes as she brought him to a boil. Even now his fervor was fueled by her fire. This only angered her more, and her flames grew stronger. "I'm done."

She lunged at him, a roar shredding the silence around them. He met her with a screech of his own, bracing himself for the impact so he could truly feel her energy for the last time.

So fire met ice in a clash of passion and hate.

............

They found resolution.

Though weary and wounded, the two prevailed in their own ways. Fire had melted the hold ice had on her, and ice had felt enough heat to understand that fire was not a force which had a place in his life. The two parted ways, walking away into the night with the peace they so desperately needed.

She took refuge in a cave not far away from the crag where they clashed. She was exhausted, but not extinguished. A smile formed on her face. "I am alright, just in need of rest. I will be ablaze again before you know it."

You Need To Chill Out!
Username: XxXPandamoniumXxX
Prompt Response:

It wasn't something he could just ignore. It wasn't that simple nor was it easy. When it came to him there was a fine line to cross and she crossed it so easily it crippled him. He didn't know what to do about it. He was a loner. A outcast. A misfit, but he was completely fine with that. He had been called strange or odd looking by others before and brushed it off like it didn't even matter. It didn't, but today everything mattered.

He first saw her going about her day wandering the land not really causing a threat to anything, or at least it didn't seem like she was. She didn't really do anything to him physically. It wasn't because she couldn't, it was more so that she didn't know he existed. He tended to stay in the shadows watching others in the tall grass and keeping to himself. She walked right on by him that day and she didn't even notice how enticed he was with her. Many would call it love at first sight. He would say it was an annoyance. A feeling that led you nowhere. To him this was just nonsense, but he felt it. He felt drawn to her and that bothered him. It made him angry. So angry that he learned of her routine quite easily.

He didn't approach her. He didn't say anything to her for days. He simply watched her. Feeling in awe of her beauty and compared to his own she was a goddess. He was something people wrote horror stories about. Then one day she stopped coming around. His beauty had vanished and that made him even angrier. Not only did she mess with his heart, but now she left. He wasn't the best tracker in the world. He has some basic skills and that was good enough to find her.

A couple days was all he needed and when he found her, he was completely stunned. He wanted to tell her to her face exactly what she did to him and how unfair it was that he had to deal with this. But it really wasn't her fault. Nothing about it was her fault. He stared feeling like he needed to get up the courage and just do it. He needed to get this off his chest and move on. So he did. He walked up to her. His mind blank to the point where when she said hello to him, he just stared at her in a bit of awe. From her angle it was probably alarming considering he didn't look friendly at all.

"I like you.." He said in a barely audible voice.

He could tell by the mare's expression that she didn't hear him so he had to repeat himself, which was something he didn't like doing at all.

"I said..I like you.." This time his spoke louder with his expression changing to one of worry when she stared at him not phased by anything he had just said.

He then felt like he was two inches tall because now everything was awkward. The silence was enough to kill him and he couldn't even form another sentence knowing she heard him. He simply turned away and started walking the way he came. He had everything set up in his head. He was going to tell her off and really give it to her. He was going to scare her away for good and be the evil brute of a guy he was.

Except he couldn't.

He didn't even realize he had fallen for her before it was too late and that was the most irritating thing about it.

She didn't do anything.
He didn't do anything.

There was no reason for him to be this angry, but yet he was. He was beating himself up over and over again in his head because he liked her. He liked her and he was never going to get to know her. It wasn't even about how he felt anymore. It was more then that. It was deeper. Something that stemmed from his childhood.

No one could love a ugly creature like him.

That is what made him so angry.

Let's Turn Up the Heat!
Username: Mythi Red Panda
Prompt Response:

At one time, ice and fire co-existed in harmony.


The pair were inseparable, or so it seemed. While they butted heads occasionally, it was that of a friendship kindling than anything else. There was nothing that could stop them from being the pals they were. Their meeting was even that of fate itself, as a young mare and stallion do -- just by chance itself. They ran together (even if she had to keep back for him to be caught up), played in the sun, explored and did all sorts of things that friends do. In fact, one might say that there was even a greater... kindling between the both of them.

But like all things, eventually fire melts the ice, or the ice chokes the fire until there's nothing left.

Until now, they were back in the same area on different terms. It was something she didn't expect. The mare did not want to meet like this to say the least. She was doing her usual thing, running about to her easiest hunting spots, trying to find an easy meal for her to devour. As she ventured into the thicket, she heard something that put her on edge. Perhaps it was the sound of the wind rustling the grass, or perhaps it was the smell of the air as a chilled wind came by but something had clicked in her brain that it was him. She knew that he was still furious with her, and it was her instinct to avoid him at all costs. Instead of turning back to face whatever caused the sounds, she broke into a run out of the thickets. She knew that she could always eat later, there was no trouble in her finding a meal and she knew it. This could wait, she wasn't that hungry in comparison to what she was trying to do currently. Her ears filled with the sounds of a larger body chasing her. She knew that there was something -- or someone -- behind her, and she knew full and well who it was. Exiting one territory into another, she could see the differences of the lands as she normally had been able to. From the fields, to forest, to a valley she went. It all seemed like time wasn't really moving compared to her desire to escape, but something within her seemed to cause her to stop.

And so, she slowed during her gallop as she entered into a valley that just... seemed so empty and desolate. Maybe it was the fact that she could still hear him keeping up with her, even from a distance. It was strange, this wasn't like before when she had ran far away to escape her responsibilities. They both knew that she had to own up for what she did to him.

However, she was not going to fight, there was something with him despite how brutish he might be or how cold and distant his demeanor may settle. There was a heed of friendship buried under the bad looks and bad measurements of anger. She knew that she had to face him head on to finally settle this once and for all. She didn't care if he granted her no good grace for the fallout that they had suffered, but she was going to try her best to either rekindle the flame that was their friendship or gracefully put it out to not ignite more of those awful flames.

It was then that she finally stopped, her pace slowed from the full gallop, down to a canter until finally she stopped. Her ears swiveled a bit as she heard the sound of him continuing his pace, before it slowed as well. Shaking her head, something within her seemed to resonate. She couldn't describe the words, but she had to say something, even if it was forced out.

" This has to stop. " She began, not looking back just yet. The way she barked out words, it almost felt as if she was spitting up acid. She hated to do this, she hated to be the one to have to say that she admits defeat and had made a mistake. That was not her style at all and her pride burned the entire time that she stood there and spoke instead of continuing her fleeing pace. Her voice seemed to ease into what she was saying, the words seemed... easier to speak and her matured voice echoed through the seemingly empty valley, minus the both of them of course. " What we've been doing is far from civil and you know that. You and I used to be friends, and I know that what happened in our past can't change what we used to be -- I ... "

Her ear flicked, all that she could hear were the sounds of his hooves clacking against the smoothed path below her soft pawed feet. With a short breath, she raised her neck and looked back in the direction of the clacking, only to hear it fade suddenly as the realization hit her. There was no sign of the stallion, the sound of his hooves was nothing more than a fictitious sound that came from her head itself.

In fact.

There was nothing there but the cold wind itself.

She escaped him once again without meaning to.


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Let's Turn Up the Heat!
Username: Sesshiyasha
Prompt Response:
Running always running. It seemed like everything she did was run. Why couldn't she just have one peaceful day? Oh right it was because HE was chasing HER. She darted into a cave as she hoped for a slight bit of relief from the endless running. She was running low on steam, and no that wasn't a pun!

"Why does he need to be this stubborn?!" She said to herself, exasperated at the entire situation. "I just flirted with him a little bit... Why does he feel the need to chase me like I am some Goddess or whatever?!" She sighed. It was all just ridiculous. She had flirted with him, and apparently that was a mistake. She had played with him, it was in her nature to do so. Now she was stuck with him, she couldn't make him go away. She just had to keep moving and keep running.

"What would it be like if I could just settle back down without having him chase after me?!" She wondered aloud. She didn't think anyone would be around, after all she prided herself on her speed. On her ability to flee and get away at a moment's notice. She slid out of the troubling situation in an instant. She was slick and she knew it. Fire had to be, otherwise it would consume everything. She would be damned if she would consume those around her. Maybe she didn't just run away from him because he was chasing her and seemed to want to be with her. He was ice.... Why would he even WANT her? It was why she teased and flirted with him in the first place. Because they were opposites. They were never meant to be so it was a funny situation. 'Opposites must really attract....' was the thought that crept threw her mind.

It was that thought that made her pause. 'What would happen if I let him catch me?' She wondered to herself. 'Would it really be that bad? Maybe it would show him that he really doesn't want to be with me anyways!' but then she would be alone. Her face twisted, none of these were good options! Constantly running was tiresome and it was getting boring. He was too stubborn and wasn't giving up like she thought he would. If she got caught then he could decide he didn't want her after all and leave her, then this would all have been for nothing. If he stayed she might actually hurt him. This, this was probably her worst fear. The thing she couldn't let go of. She didn't want to be alone, but she feared hurting others more. Yes she flirted and teased, but that was all in good fun. It wasn't to actually HURT others. That was something she just couldn't stand for. She glared at herself. She needed to make a decision and she needed to do it now. Just what would happen if she let him catch her?

"FINE! Let him catch me!! I will deal with whatever the consequences will be!" She huffed to herself "After all I can simply just run away again!! See if he chases me then!!" She huffed and puffed and she waited. She would wait for him here! Let him come to her, let him catch her, but she wouldn't make it obvious, after all that wasn't fun. Everything needed to be fun, and it needed to be a decent end his chase!

This would be the deciding time. Just what was about to happen? She could never be absolutely sure but, for better or for worse, she was about to find out!

This was a very tough thing to judge, you guys! With the help of three mystery judges, we finally narrowed it down to two winners.

Congratulations Fea Line and DarkenWoodWolf! Your entries really stood out for us and we adored the characters you guys made. <3 Thank you everyone for entering!

Fea Line

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