"Let it be..."

"Shut up Sonata."

"But Dagi!!"

"Sonata..."

"Dwaaa come on, they are right there! Nobody is looking, I'm So hungry!"

"Tsk, Your always hungry."

"Nuh-uh! Shut up Aria! Your the one with the big butt!"

"What did you say twerp!"

"I swear by Celestia's ugly Mane if you two don't stop talking I am going to smother you both in your SLEEP!"

Even the chilling winter night, wasnt anywhere near as frosty as the state of the recently exhiled and defeated Sirens. "The Dazzlings" for all there pomp and brief glory, where no little more then starving Homeless bums. Thousand year old ones, at that. The Summer had been kind to the Equestrian born Trio. Free of the shackles of school and now burdend with the scars of defeat, the songless Females wanderd the City. Aria had wanted to take over, and start a Gang. And oddly enough it was Sonata who suggested they get Jobs. It seemed the lose of there Magic and Goal in the human world, had changed one from a Bumbling Moron, and only amplified the ego of the other.

Yet, it was the wild maned leader,  Adagio Dazzle, whom had changed the most. Her orange fingers came to rest on the glass store front. Even through it and in the howling early winter wind, she could smell the baked goods. Gone where the days of Adagio's grand schemes and her powerful control of her two "Sisters".

These long months had left her empty. Her cruel smirks, powerful hand gestures, and swaying hips had sufferd entropy. For how could one give a cocky gesture with chapped and unpainted lips. How might a Siren deem control with her hands, only to show off frostbite and over grown nails? And of the leaders hipline, only bone poked threw her tattered garment, long having lost her plump femine figure via a limited scavenged diet and homeless shelter offerings. Pride however, still lingerd. Like a beaten Lioness she still found a place within herself to rule.

"Enough!" boomed the bleary eyed Leader, her voice cracking under the cold. Ruby eyes turned to watch her two underlings, and just the sight of them, caused her heart to twerk. The trio where clad in what they could find. The discarded garments, many ill fitting, some where childrens gloves, others mens overcoats. All rags dragged from the trash. Did little but to hide the stink of there unwashed bodies.

Sonata was cowering beneath a thread bare black scarf, her face awash in her own hair, the ponytail look having been discarded as her mane had grown to long and rat-tailed.

A quick glance at Aria, made the Lioness chest flat out cringe. While she and Sonata had scavenged over sized trench and men's style over jackets Aria was squeezed into a bright pink and white little girls down jacket. It barely coverd her bossom let alone stomach. With comical ear muffs, one side missing and being subed out with rags duct tapped on, she met the eyes of her Second in command. And only found hunger  there. Not to rule, or lead, or conquer..merely to eat. Turning away from the desperate pair. Adagio returned to the glass, her own reflection cast back from the stores lights, caught in the darkend night.

A gasp ran the tired females throat. It hurt just to breath in the cold, and shock soon turned to hacking coughs. She cringed a bit, her cold was getting worse.

Lifting her gaze again she let out a staggerd sigh. The dog sized bandanna that wrapped her mouth and nose, its ugly bone style pattern and generic orange fade allowed her an eye roll. The brutally batterd, ripped and repaired, button missing and illy threaded mens grey trench coat looked like she was a tiny girl wearing her fathers garments. Frail and lean fingers rubbed at her reflection. Always the one to sport the wildest of hair, it now looked like a rug was stuck to her back. Matted, dirty, and reeking. The recently given black eye from a rather desperate fellow homeless when viaing for a space to sleep in the last spot in line at the local shelter, had forced her left eye closed partially. The fearless Leader of the Dazzlings, sure wasnt shinning right now.

"Adagio, Sonata is right. We could just bum rush in, grab arm loads and hit the streets. We could head to that abandoned..."

"Shut up Aria"

"Wh..what?" the "tough girl" of the group was shocked by her Leaders cold retort.

"I said, Shut up. You know damn well we wouldnt make it back there. And I WONT have us become so pathetic we steal from these, these..these.."

"Humans?" Sonata offered.

"Grrrr...yes" Lowering her hand from the glass, she quickly shoved it into the semi protection of her thread-bare pocket.

"Lets just go home. We can check the dumpster behind the local burger place on the way."

"Tsk! Home, Dagi, come on. It's a run down Gasstation, and the only reason we don't freeze to death is by some miracle the Managers office is insulated and the water still runs in the damn Toilet! Face it, we arent gonna make it the.."

"THE WHAT..WINTER?! We are Sirens Aria Blaze, we are not bound by human weakness. The cold shall not hinder us, we will survive this Winter and be stronger for it!" she boomed, as best she could, taken an old pose with fist raised and knee extended. Only to break down into a hacking fit a moment later. Feeling both purple and blue hands suppourt her, caused her heart to flip again. They still stood with her. Even now. A tear froze on her cheek.

"Dagi, come on, let's get you Home. Aria and I can go check the dumpster! Hey remember last night, we totally found that half box of fries!"

"Bah, which you ate on the way home!"

"Shut up Aria! I was hungry!

"We are all Hungry!"

"Then maybe we should boil that butt of yours, enough to feed us for a week!"

The Tomboy of the group, blushed and lifted her trembling fist. Ever since there defeat Sonata had been pushing her buttons none stop, and was becoming more dareing every day. Her blush clad cheeks releaved the winter chill, if only for a moment.

"I-am-going-to.."

"You are GOING to, get us home. And pray for more then raw meat and discarded pickles." With that her cough over took her again, a daze came to her sight and mind. Fog washed her and only the strong embrace of both of her arms being held, allowed her the ease to slip into darkness."

Dreams rarely came in sickness, but her mind spoke none the less.

"At the very least, your not alone, this time, little Maiden"

"Mother.." she managed to mumble before Darkness truely washed over the illed Siren.