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- Posted: Tue, 01 Feb 2005 09:30:06 +0000
Opinions on this please if its not too much bother. I did this when I was 11 and am now 18... It is about horses... I just need to know whether I should carry on with it or not...
An Introduction to a Traveler:
The wind waltzed with the bare boughs of trees and the cold northern wind marched through as an army of men determined to fight their cause. She struck anything in her path with an icy hand yet with a fiery step she pushed onwards across grasslands who bowed to their angry and wild queen.
Tiny ivory flakes fell sparsely across the open plain, whipped up by the irate northern maid; still she flew, taking with her flakes of frozen rain.
Amidst the curtain of snow a traveler could be seen. He was dressed in a pelt of midnight with an evidence of moonshine laced across his hind quarters. Pushing through the thick blanket with strong pistons he made his way through her rage, feathered ears flattened against the back of his head, and eyes narrowed to slits giving his face a sleek look as the head of an arrow.
The current of frozen air slipped passed him, her cargo settling upon his back and shaken off almost instantly as the muscles beneath his faultless coat of obsidian velvet, were touched by her icy hand. He shook with cold yet pressed on determined to reach his destination, his new life, and to leave the horror of the old behind.
A copse loomed up ahead; the trees huddled together almost as if to keep warm their foliage missing and replaced with a dusting of white. Some that were conifers, no longer green but pale as if they had been dusted with sugar, and were stood upon a festive cake.
Jet talons placed lightly on the covering but with each step sunk deep making it even more strenuous to walk. Silken tassels lay limp at his rear, lapping at the snow, and occasionally touching his hocks softly as the kiss of a lamb.
The protection provided by the bare trees was comforting. The wind whistled as she passed by each ancient trunk, but the cold did not cut as deep as before shelter was reached. He allowed a snort through his nostrils to rid them of snow and he shook away the flakes that dusted the silk hanging from his muscular yet somehow delicate boa.
Standing on the boarders of the lands, exhausted and the desire to feed overwhelming a thought passed through his mind, what if acceptance is not granted? he shook the question from his thoughts as if it were a parasite feeding from his blood. Absurd?surely all have a chance? He pondered before lowering his handsome muzzle to the ground. Velveteen pushed away the snow that lay a little shallow upon the grass to enable ivories to n** at the fresh shoots beneath it.
The snow clouds hung in a now darkened sky and glistening gems began to wink at the stallion that stood in silence grazing on what little grass there was.
A soft lament:
As day break sat upon the horizon the birds hidden from view sang their song of the sun. Slowly the traveler awoke from his slumber, the lids of his tired and sore eyes crawled open to reveal to him the land he had entered in a different light. The rays of the golden goddess parted company when passing through the snow covered trees causing a glittering effect across the ground. The stallion shook off his thick icy blanket and awoke suddenly to see the beauty of the forest at dawn. He whispered to himself in awe of his surroundings never before have I seen anything more beautiful? a tiny tree crawling bird scampered up the trunk by his hoof and startled him a little but he calmed after it twittered happily to its chicks who strained to get closer to the tiny animal for the food it was carrying, almost falling from the nest that perched so haphazardly in the bough above him.
He smiled as he watched the mother bird drop a wriggling insect into the gaping mouth of one of the noisiest? a good policy he thought to himself as the greedy fledgling gobbled it up. A feeling of loneliness washed over him and he felt the need to make his way deeper into the lands. He bid farewell to the tree that had so kindly lent him her trunk as shelter from the wind and stepped forwards into the unknown place he had reached through his travels. Through trees, naked and covered in moss he trotted, kicking up powdery snow as he went wishing his mother could be with him still yet he was glad that pain had left her and she was safe in her resting place alongside his father who he had learnt so much from. He pressed on further into the forest spotting others who joined his gallop, lengthening his stride he pulled up beside a male of copper pelt.
?Greetings copper one, where are you and your brethren headed?? he whinnied tossing his handsome head heavenwards as he galloped alongside the male. Many a mare and stallion along with colts and fillies flew through the forest supposedly headed for the legendary luminary clearing that so many of the lonely ones had heard of as children through tales told by parents.
?We are not related steed, though we run to the same place for the same reason.? He whinnied back to him in response to his question challenging the pace a little faster, slender copper pistons carrying him onwards allowing his muzzle to draw in line with that of the ebony steed beside him.
He came to the conclusion that all were alone and none had a place to reside, yet through his pondering he remained aligned with the copper one for the duration of the sprint. Fillies and colts darted in and out of the elder?s legs as they ran, playfully nipping each other. Where is it? he questioned himself? and what happens when we get there? He mused that not one of them knew their fate.
The throng slowed to a canter the colts and fillies filled with infinite energy as the danced about the trees playing an endless game of chase. They neared the clearing and all went silent. The birds hushed. The wind hid from them all. All that could be heard was their hooves making contact with the crisp snow. The midnight male slowed and hung back from the others, leaving his new found copper friend to move onwards with the tide of equine bodies. With the crowd dissipated he trod carefully into the clearing.
The ebony stud walked from the shadows, star shine laced across his midnight hindquarters, talons trod softly upon the ground. The cold breeze waltzed through the ebony silk that hung limply from his poll as he stood in silence; slowly he lifted his handsome visage higher upon his muscular but swan-like neck. He allowed a whinny to leave his darkened velveteen as the silence of the area enveloped his soul. Both dark and light filled his soul yet who would save him from damnation? He hoped to be accepted but there were others also in need of a herd to reside in. The moon had guided him to this place- she could do no more but watch from her star encrusted throne.
A steed of similar hue could be seen advancing from the cover of the dense forest, glancing at disdain to the thickening flakes which tried their hardest to obscure his normally clear vision, he sensed the presence of many yet there was only one he could see. Had the other been of different colouration, the task would have been made far more difficult. Thankfully the obsidian brute stood out against the ivory flakes, and the stallion was therefore able to answer the call with a welcoming nicker as he moved to the side of the strange traveler. He inclined his head in greeting. ?Salutations? welcome to the lands?.
The traveler dipped his dial in respect to the unknown steed before him and nickered softly ?greetings sire?what a fine winter?s day it is don?t you agree?? a hearty whinny was passed through velveteen.
?I am Prague? Stallion of neutral heart and soul.? He bobbed his head merrily as he uttered his words.
A soft chuckle was issued in response to the comment passed from the stranger. In respect of weather Lyradis could think of no worse condition than snow, and in respect of the day that had passed in general, this, like the past many since his return, had not been at all fun, yet the beast before him would know nothing of his past nor of the days that has passed in these lands, but this would not be portrayed to the traveler who greeted him with courtesy and so instantly won his friendship. ?It is a pleasure Prague? I am Lyradis ki-? stud of Artemis?. The almost slip of the tongue brusquely attempted to be hidden by his current ranking. ?Do you seek a home here?? he asked with a curious look in his eye.
Prague sensed a slight coldness in the response to his words and felt the need to back off a little. A slight feeling of recognition passed through him as the name resounded in his thoughts. ?Ah yes? sir Lyradis, the winds have spoken to me of you many a time.? Handsome features were lowered to the stud in respect then lifted in a matter of seconds as the words of Lyradis were processed stud? He thought to himself yet mother always said he was king of Artemis he hushed his mind and turned his attention back to the male in front of him. ?No longer a king I fear? The winds have been telling false tales of this land for some time I believe.?
Prague?s innocent gemstones looked saddened as the realization of the situation hit him. He felt that a swift change of subject was in order and reverted the conversation back to the question of do you seek a home here? Of course he did, else he would not have traveled this far to be in the clearing yet Lyradis knew not of his ordeals. ?I certainly am seeking solace in your lands? as a stud, for I feel it to be a good position.? His words were spoken carelessly as they dropped from his mouth. A look of embarrassment took over his soft and endearing face. It was obvious to him that first impressions were important here by the way he was questioned. It appeared that his was turning out to be one of adversity.
Lyradis showed a blatant confusion at the apparent knowledge that Prague held regarding his own past. How had the steed known that Lyradis had previously held title of king? What had the winds been saying when whispering these apparent tales of theirs? Though, it would not do to dwell on what could not at present be altered, a curt nod was given in acknowledgement of the request that Prague had presented him with. ?Ay, you may certainly take place as a stud in artemis. I welcome you to the lands and hope that they serve you well and you them.? Feeling a little perturbed by the presence of the other momentarily. ?You will forgive me if I do not escort you there myself, the lands are not difficult to find. I shall probably see you again shortly. Good day to you Prague of Artemis.? Distraction was pasted across his visage, and Lyradis disappeared into the depths of the copse from whence he came.
Prague gazed after him in disbelief. His encounter with the past king was somewhat confusing and shocking for him? legend had it that Lyradis held the position of king yet, it appeared that the information was false. How can it be that Lyradis has fallen in rank? He asked himself, it would be something that he would find out in time. The Moon winked at him as he turned his sight to the midnight sky, her darkened abode glittering with diamonds. The snow began to fall heavily, more so than before.
Winter takes its toll:
Abhorrent forms filled the sky; any protruding moonlit rays were blocked by their presence, leaving the realm in more or less, darkness. The frigid temperature was determined to remain, and the flurry of snowflakes became thicker, stronger, and colder. The winds howled through the forests, playing an eerie laments. Out on the un-protected grass lands, great mounds of it had been built in just one night and now it looked like it would threaten to surround the land of Artemis completely.
Trees that loomed in a variety of size groups had layers of snow settling on their bare canopies, coating their branches in pearly flakes. Seeking refuge under one such copse of trees was the Lady of Artemis, darkened minx allowed body to send a shiver down her spine, lithe form shaking off the ivory flecks that had settled willingly on her frame. Slender ears lay plastered against her well defined dial as Areth thought of the herd?s options. If this weather were to continue it would be much like the great storm not so long ago. Equines would be lost; foals would die without the help of protection that could be offered by a whole herd?s warmth and not just the mother, or their caretaker.
The seductress knew that both broods and caretakers could fulfill their ranks well, though in this harshness?
Appendages lifted slightly, hooves draped in snow as they were removed for a moment. Regal crania was lifted, a strong call expelling from proud muzzle as she let forth a whinny to all the herd members, no matter their rank. A brief thought crossed mind, will they even listen to my call? Though she was Lady of Artemis, she knew most had been under Talmaar and Galileo's ruling for the majority of their time in the herd. Only time would tell.
A soft honey coloured femme approached the lady slowly, tripping occasionally through the thick blanket. Her tassels whipped around her frame. Ears alert, a snort issued, giving the lady a sign of her presence. Crown dipped low.
?Lo there Milady. You called??
Soft snort escaped the lady?s nostrils as her ears flickered forth out of interest, once more alert, lots narrowed slightly as she fought with the thick snowy veil to see who was approaching. Eyes returned to normal posture upon visage when she saw it was a member of Artemis. Dial dips slightly in respect for her but also in greeting.
" Yes I did. I hope to check that the herd is faring as well as can be in this harsh weather that has unfortunately slipped over the realm. Did you see many on your path here?"
The honey coated brood?s ears were perked and alert, steam rising from her trap, then fading as it rose through the frigid air.
'My lady, I saw none on my journey, but then I could not see much. I heard you call from far, so surely others will be on their way.'
Once again she dipped her crown. She did not wish to displease the Lady by saying she had seen none, but unfortunately for the realm it was true. Something had clearly taken her attention away from the situation for as Prague watched the honey hued mare her gaze had shifted to the shadows and a new scent entered his nares.
Raven pelted Queen of Artemis stepped forth and took a stand beside lady Areth, her form shadowed in the snowfall. ?Thank you, Areth? The weariness of the trials she had been through had shown in her eyes somewhat. ?I could not get through this without you?. Her coat dull and drab she stood by the magnificent mare that held the rank of Lady. Areth appeared to over tower the queen?s form in all respects.
The male gazed about a little, his eyes locked on to the forms of the regal ones that stood before him. The flakes dusted his coat with great perseverance and melted on impact due to his escaping body heat. Another was spied through the thick white sheet. A brood mare it seemed for she had in tow a child. She too had not met Areth; she came forth at the call anyway. Emerging from the shadows, Oasis simply gave a silent nod, her shyness forbidding her to speak. Her muzzle directed to her child?s rump, she stood in a way to protect the child from the elements.
Another appeared. An ivory figure trotted gently upon the snow covered loam, almost invisible to the eye as she blended so well with the snow, she reached the spot where her lady stood, a soft whicker was passed in greeting. She dipped her head low to her chest in respect of the lady?s rank.
"Hello milady, you called?"
Prague by this time had become a little more comfortable with the gathering equines, protection in numbers He mused. His keen eyes chanced upon the form of another on the approach, yet she was somewhat smaller that the others that has answered the call of the lady.
A raven filly approached her fellow herd members and nodded to each in greeting, even those she has not yet met. She had heard the call which had been filled with importance and urgency. The snowstorms had not been a surprise for her as well as the emergency call for a herd meeting. She had suffered worse than this on her travels and her body had gained strength and endurance in her time alone. She stands beside her ebon Queen, untouched by the slivers of icy water that settle upon her trinity pelt. "My Queen and Lady, the snowstorms are coming, are they not?"
To Prague, her question seemed more like a statement, and her plain voice seeming to belong to a mare twice her age, shocking to one who had only spent time with elders.
Ebon stud treads softly upon the ivory flakes as he moves his body in an onward direction, crania inclined slightly not in confusion but in interest as he moved forwards gracefully.
Slender pinnacles perched amid a crest of fine obsidian silk, pointing forwards as an answer to the caller; he had not yet made known to her of his presence.
In silence he stood watching the number of equine increase steadily, many a mare and child could be seen.
Gemstones shone as they fixed onto the form of the oasis of beauty standing not a breath away from him. Who is she who stands with such beauty upon her visage? had she noticed him? Most likely not was his initial impression.
Attention was broken as a nod was given to Areth who he had not yet met, yet he passed it to her out of respect of rank and pure politeness. His handsome crania set atop a muscular swan-like neck as he set crystals upon the form of the frosted mare.
The king arrived, a midnight toned brute. He advanced forth, nodding a greeting to those recognised, including cordial gesture to Talmaar, his queen yet nothing more, no other attention was diverted to the mare, who he had found himself with less and less time for. She had first lied to him, had toyed with his emotions and led him to believe she still loved him, when her affections were clearly set for another. It was not something to dwell upon, and though it had hit him as a blow, it had done less damage than he would have imagined, which told him a lot about the situation as a whole.
Turning, with a nod and light smile to the Lady Areth, who, last time he had held his current position had fulfilled the role within Lunar Meadows. So much had changed over this past cycle, yet, for the better, the lands certainly have prospered he mused as he strode forth.
?Areth...?
He uttered in greeting. After his greeting was passed he fell silent, and waited for whatever news the mare may have for the herd.
Standing stock still beside both Talmaar and Areth the king surveyed his herd with great interest. ?Many new souls my eyes have chanced upon lady Areth?? he nickered softly and happily to the mare that stood by his left flank. She smiled to her king and gave him a curt nod ?yes sire, the lands have been blessed with both new souls and new lives? the comment given she gestured towards the foals that frolicked about in the snow.
The obsidian stud shifted uncomfortably as the king who he had met when dethroned entered the vicinity, had his words upset the male? He hoped not for as a mere stud, he would hate to think of the consequences. All that he knew about Ly he had caught not first hand from the winds but from a mare dubbed Seraphim; he knew not of her whereabouts but feared the worst for her none-the-less. She had always been weak of heart and soul.
Watching the mare that stood near Lyradis carefully a brisk smile was set upon velveteen and directed towards the king remaining in silence he stayed wary of the others. No one knew his dubbing, or what his business was to be there which made him feel all the more nervous about his current situation.
The feeling of being alone and isolated washed across his soul as the current across a sandy tide-line.
The king shot a passing and ever-so slightly vacant glance in Prague?s general direction and a flash of recognition passed through his eyes breaking the line of concentration that he had formed momentarily.
Glad that the stallion from Luminary had shown up on this important occasion, although his memory was not the best serving as, due to his rank he visited the clearing on a regular basis, he could recall no problems with the stud of similar hue to himself, and a friendly smile was offered to lighten the atmosphere.
A somewhat relieved expression replaces the one of panic across Prague?s handsome features. His loneliness became too much and he decided to move towards the one that he knew.
On approach to the place where the king stood, cranium was dropped allowing ebon silk to grace the ivory ground...
"Sire... would you mind if I stood with you a while..." crania remained close to the ground as words fell from his maw ?I know none here and feel a little?isolated at present?.
The king surveyed the stud carefully what have I done to have such politeness paid to me?I deserve no gratitude for I am but a beast with a tainted soul he mused as his eyes skated across the form of Prague in amazement. His ebony plume flickered lightly at flakes settling upon his faultless hide, he repeated the smile previously offered but added a kindly nod.
? You may of course Prague... And please, call me Ly...?
Prague was relieved by the king?s words and a nod was given as his silken tail moved across hind quarters ridding the lace that dressed him of the frozen ivory flakes that fell so softly from the grayed sky.
"Please accept my apologies Ly..." a hearty nicker was passed through maw as he nipped the king?s nape softly.
The king was about to offer that no apology was necessary, although he wisely decided against it; he refrained from comment but offered a smile instead. He means only well Lyradis thought to himself, and he would injure Prague?s confidence were he to keep correcting and amending where it wasn?t needed.
She responded to the noises that were cast from several members of the cadre, other senses following suite as she smelt and saw through liquid brown lots, the steeds of the land, as potent as usual. Many were unknown to her, though she hoped they would not remain so for long, some she knew from the past and many to get to know in the future.
Her hooves shifted slightly as tension in legs were relieved of the frost-biting snow. Her soft velveteen brushed against the Queen's nape briefly as her words were taken in, Lady could find no response forming within mind for nothing she could say would help the situation, her presence as a friend was comforting enough. Ocean?s desire stood quietly and patiently awaiting the words of the regal ones.
Brief nicker of greeting was given to the herd members, proud muzzle lowered a little as she offered them as much respect as they did her.
Wild Oasis, Ocean Desire, Midnight shadow, a strong filly it seemed as lots roved over the younglings form, Prague, Ah, a new stud to add to the males, Talmaar?s doing I bet she thought as she looked the stud over a good catch none the less she smiled inwardly at her thought.
Yes. All were little more than strangers to the minx, yet the same hearty sound erupted from maw. She glanced to the left of Prague and chanced upon the form of one she had not seen for many cycles.
Lyradis stood by the stud as a ghost from the past. Her feminine visage became openly shocked for more than a few seconds before composure was regained. Indeed his scent had traced the lands perimeters, yet she refused to believe the former King had returned until she saw it with her own eyes. He has returned she thought but where had he gone in the first place? She mused yet shook the thought away from her mind.
A smile was administrated towards him as reality reformed around her.
" Lyradis, it has been long, where -"
Now was not the time. Where were you friend? was not a good query to be posing in the company of others. If he wished to discuss his where-about then he would do so in his own time and in greater privacy.
Dip of nod was offered to the rest that arrived. Nostrils were infiltrated with new scents, though there were some that still laced the air that had not come forth but it did not matter, the message could be passed on through other methods.
Raven banner was swished against darkened flank as she cast intelligent gaze over the herd as they all watched with questioning faces.
"Greetings friends, I have called a meeting to discuss the current weather, I wish not to have valuable members lost from the harem in this dangerous time, I?m sure the wishes of Queen ? King and the current Lord are the same. I believe the snow will begin to thicken, get heavier. And then what, we ask ourselves? We must provide a safety point where we can shelter, the young of the herd may not yet have hardened to the snow, and I?m sure that a few of the older members have not either; I know I have not completely. Does anyone have suggestions for further action we can take?"
Minx's own fault for the cold was openly given as a shiver passed through her pelt, visible even in the dwindling light; she disapproved of lies, worse if they were ones told of her.
A smile given to the mare as her recognition graced the king, dial bobbed in light imitation of her own greeting? There would be time later to speak with Areth alone if need be.
Gaze cast to the heavens as she speaks of what brought about the small meeting, the snow had slowed yet still fell with a new and softer presence, the ground underfoot was treacherous, but would hopefully melt away soon enough.
Ly doubted that the light flurry was anything to be concerned with, it seemed to have eased for now? Yes, it may begin once more, return with a vengeance, and overpower them, as the storms had done the year before. Still, input must be given, whether it be his own or another?s, he felt it necessary to speak his mind.
?I believe, my ladies, that there is no cause for concern, the storm seems to be dying down, and however, your concerns Areth are gratefully noted. It is a good job the herd has a Lady such as yourself?? he nickered charmingly to the femme, ?I agree, the fall may start up once again, become heavier, overpowering. In case of this happening you are quite correct, a place of safety needs to be sought, I would suggest the Caverns, for mares and fillies, perhaps the mountain for Stallions and Colts?? the suggestion posed, it was not the best, though he was at a loss for an alternative.
The Caverns, indeed, would probably be the most sheltered place, but the males were not permitted into them on the other hand the Mountain was the highest point of land, and, that too, was relatively safe for the others, the males among the herd.
Silently, he awaited feedback, others may have varying views, and they should all be taken into consideration.
Feathered flutes absorbed the words in. Yes, it was chilling to the bone and most certainly she had not gotten used to the weather. How would the colts and fillies survive and the elders? This was a question that soon passed. Lyradis was right, as well as Areth. Both were great leaders and she was proud to follow them as a King and a Lady. Finally finding a small voice, unwise and idiotic to the great leaders? vocals, she spoke out.
?I think I find you are both right.? She could have bitten her tongue. Never before had she felt so stupid yet none the less the honey coloured brood stood silenced by her actions.
Prague remained silent as his intelligent gemstones gazed through the falling silver in the direction of the Lady of the lands. She did not know him so he thought best to remain where he stood; being of nervous disposition his trap remained firmly shut.
Newly instated in his post and also to the lands he had not yet made any allies, apart from the King who most likely thought him to be a bore but no matter, he had tried to gain his acceptance.
Obsidian silk fell to the ground as dial was dipped to enable muzzle to shift some of the snow and reveal fresh green blades, yes, hunger hit him yet again.
Thoughts fell to the warm amber coloured mare who stood a bit away from him, one of great beauty he thought to himself... as a stud of only three he would be drawn to one of such beauty and had not yet learnt of the feeling they call "Love?.
The honey coated minx stood a distance from the group, having shown long before and saying her part. Crown dips to the others out of respect, for surely no one would have noticed her. Slowly she made her way to the border of the group and watched intently eyeing the others a little warily.
His handsome, youthful cranium swung slowly in the direction of the angelic brood. As innocent marbled optics gazed upon her form his mind fed itself with her beauty. He sighed lightly, a true rose. He smiled at her sweetly and decided to walk towards her, not something he would usually do and very much out of his character to be so bold. Gemstones gleamed as he dropped his features towards the ground. The obsidian silk that hung from his poll cascaded down and caressed the ground where he stood.
"Greetings beauty... I am Prague..." he rose to her eye level and smiled in his usual charming way.
?May I be so bold as to ask of your dubbing?" raven tassel swiped away flakes of silver from his gleaming white quarters.
A little surprised at being noticed the mare turned to face the on comer with a bright smile upon her features. Crown tilted slightly in interest for she had never seen a steed more handsome. Gleaming optics locked onto his form certainly a gentleman she thought as she watched him approach her. Cranium dips slowly in respect, then rose just the same.
''Lo Prague. I am dubbed Amber Rose.'
Noting her name, it would be one he would never forget, he bobbed his head happily. His mane ruffled by the wind. He smiled softly to her and nipped her playfully upon the nape. "Is it ok if I stand here with you? It is just I feel that I am crowding Lyradis and currently he doesn't need my company..."
Silk was flicked briskly from his features as he sung softly to her, hoping no others could hear him.
He marveled at her beauty but remained silent she certainly lives up to her name he thought with his gaze uncut, still upon her form.
A smile spread across her trap. Her eyes sparkled with sheer joy, never before had she had company like this, she felt something different about him, something different that had not clicked with her and the other brutes she had met, which, if she was going to be honest were a small minority. ?I would be honored.? Her ivory tassels flicked airborne pests, from her hind quarters, her mane danced upon her delicate boa.
At her words he took her place beside her and stood quietly for a while. The feeling of acceptance warmed him throughout and he smiled gratefully. He did not wish to sound brash but he uttered his words with an air of confidence, even though his nerves beat him down a little as they usually did.
"I am the one who is honoured to stand by a rose as beautiful as yourself, it is a chance that I can not pass up" he silenced his words for a moment and bobbed his head happily; his fine velveteen touched her back and nibbled at her soft pelt affectionately.
Amber was a little surprised at his actions yet her smile grew larger and she directed her trap towards his obsidian pelt and softly touched his back. Her eyes could not be moved from the brute. His words were some of the kindest any had said to her. She liked him, he was bold and confident and she saw it in his eyes, just a front of timidity to soften the manliness he held. She felt something click, a feeling new to her, something warm and comfortable that she had never felt before. It did not matter, she liked it.
The darkened yearling who was dubbed midnight stood close to her lady, her mother lost to the snows. Gazing childlike eyes turn towards the stallion dubbed Prague and the brood called Amber Rose. They would make a handsome couple she mused. She smiled softly to herself, Prague seemed to be one of the nicer stallions and Rose the gentlest of mares. Her thoughts drift towards what a good couple Lyradis and Talmaar had been in the past. With a flash of red, her emotions turn to anger as she thinks about how he-no, the Queen. She couldn't bring herself to call the wench her Queen, not after she had led Lyradis on. Even though it was all those cycles ago the events of that time replayed in the youngling?s mind over and over again. Still an air of awkwardness hung over the two; it was visible to all, even those newly instated.
Looking curiously about the crowd of equines, Prague chanced upon the yearling Midnight, something clearly was bothering her yet he decided that it was best to let her be. His attention turned back to the mare by his side. A shiver of what may be called pleasure of the acceptance that the beauty had shown him passed through his body, almost visible through his trinity pelt. He was warmed throughout, the feeling trampled across his soul. No longer did he feel alone, but this feeling, this warmth what was it he felt? He did not know but oddly it felt right. Nothing was uttered but he began to mouth her wither gently. Her scent, her presence, was warming to him. Her eyes captivated him as did her voice like birds song on a winter's morning. It was a feeling he had never felt before, yet his mind told him it was right and he blew soft kisses of warmth through his nostrils onto her soft shoulder.
Amber had never before felt so comfortable with another equine, especially a male. She observed that the attention paid to her by the stallion came from the bottom his heart. Something that was unconditional and pure, but what was it he showed her? She was only young and inexperienced in the matters of the heart so had not worked out the truth. It was apparent that neither had Prague.
Areth?s words had been but a blur of noise to the two, her speech carried along the wind and lost in a flutter of snowflakes. The lady became aware of the boredom she had caused, yet she hoped that her message been absorbed by the crowd. The silence was broken by letting forth a shrill cry and a loud snort. Snapping to attention the majority of equines jumped from their pelts and gazed half asleep at Areth. ?Thank you for listening to my message, I shall call again for you later in the cycle.? She nickered to all. Her form turned in the direction of the borderlands and without a sound; the lady had left the vicinity. Her slender ebony pillars pushed mercilessly through the thick blanket of snow as if she had somewhere to be in a small amount of time; soon her form was but a blur in the flurry of flakes.
Prague watched the lady depart, his gaze following her every sleek movement until only a blur could be seen. Curiously he nickered softly to Amber Rose ?my lady seems troubled? he looked over Amber?s delicate boa in the direction that lady Areth had vanished, his chiseled trap resting comfortable in the silk upon her neck. ?I thought so-?she stated vacantly watching the ebony stud that stood in such close proximity to her, having not really listened to the words of Prague.
The crowd of equines slowly dispersed as the meeting drew to a close. Amber Rose bid farewell to her handsome new male friend, almost reluctantly and pushed through the frozen covering to find shelter. Within moments, Prague found himself alone with the king once more. Yet it seemed Lyradis had other matters to attend to, concerning Talmaar most probably. Lyradis bobbed his regal cranium merrily and nickered to the newly instated stud in an apologetic tone ?forgive me Prague, matters of the heart need attendance.? A curt nod was issued and the raven king departed.
Prague stood alone amidst the flutter of snowflakes, a darkened angel against a curtain of the purest white. His thoughts ran wild as they scrolled through his mind. The desire to explore the lands was great within his soul. Great fore-flints lifted from the snow covered loam, taking with them clods of snow, mud and neonatal shoots. He slammed them simultaneously back to earth and fell into a fluid four beat gallop. Dusty crystals kicked up in delicate clouds by his heels as his powerful legs strode confidently through the thickness of the covering beneath him. He didn?t know where he was going- his heart directed him all the way.
Pasture?s new.
He had not been there for long. Jet black fore-flints had only just graced the Lands of Artemis, yet he felt the need to explore. His inquisitive nature overcoming the desire to dine upon the new shoots that pushed through the thick blanket of frozen rain. Quietly he stood for a while, sweat evaporating from his thick trinity pelt as wisps of steam, crystal droplets ran down his muscular legs falling victim to the force of gravity and landing heavily on the ground beneath him.
A soft snort was issued through dilated nares and the sodden silk that hung from his swan like boa, shaken out and freed of the dewy covering that caused it to cling so rigidly to his pelt. He raised his head to a more regal position, gazing about his immediate surroundings with great fascination. Never before this moment had he been truly relaxed. Never had he been this alone. Never so cold and hungry, yet his heart told him not to remain here, that exploration was the best thing to do.
The newly instated stud had shown outward curiosity before, it had not yet got him into trouble so he knew no better than to follow his heart. He assumed that there were other herds other than the lands of Artemis, for what was a land with only neutral blood? Surely there were those of light and dark also? It was this thought that persuaded him to move further a field and find others of his species, whether light or dark. Slowly he began to walk. Carefully placing one hoof in front of the other incase he slipped upon any snow that had been compacted into a sheet of ice by the track of another.
Above him the sun smiled upon his frozen form, her radiance coating him in a soft golden sheen. Her warmth playing havoc with the ice maiden?s work as she began to melt some of the less thickly set mounds of glistening snow. He treaded with care, his curious gaze shifting hither and thither in an attempt to take as much of his surroundings in as possible. Everything he could see was covered in a thick blanket of snow; nothing looked familiar to his eyes. Even the luminary clearing had changed over night and he was there only a few hours ago.
He stepped through the trees. A dusting of powdery snow fell across his back as the bow of the tree became a victim to his massive form brushing past. He jumped a little as the bow retaliated to his shove against it. Flinging himself from the trees he landed softly upon the ground beyond and turned sharply around to scowl at the offending branch but as he did, something caught his eye. A movement a little further away from the forest drew him away from his fight with the tree but he didn?t leave without issuing an angry snort in the direction of the offending item.
The dual shaded minx walked through the lands of the Gardens calmly. Halting momentarily, visage was turned to seek the whereabouts of her foal. Soft nicker was emitted to call her back and keep her from too much trouble. The nicker from her mother had obviously been heard and flutes perked towards her dam before she pranced towards her, wispy tail flicking at nothing yet she flicked it with great meaning. Soft nudge was given to her mother's barrel before trotting ahead and letting loose a playful snort. Halting, the cranium of the mare was lowered to lip at emerald blades of grass though a cautious eye was kept on Antari, the filly who pranced with such grace through the snow. Her ears twitched every so often as flies landed on them and banner lazily brushed against her neat hocks.
They were obviously blissfully unaware of the fact that the immense ebony male was watching them with such interest, not to mention amusement. The shadows about the edge of the forest kept his form a mystery to all, although his alabaster rump gleamed in the dappled sunlight and set him apart from the surroundings as did the snow that covered the loam. He wished not to disturb them, despite his curiosity.
The patchwork mare pulled up her muzzle in what may have been interpreted as a reflex reaction. Upon catching the scent of a male in close quarters, she glanced about for her baby. Although she could not see him, she knew instinctively that he was there. The filly was flying less than gracefully about in the snow, her feather duster like tail flicked powdery crystals as she rolled about in the frozen covering, her ebony pelt now grey due to copious amounts of sugary snow coating her fur.
Unsure of whether he was in actual fact permitted in this area of the lands he walked gingerly forward, allowing silken banner to loll gently between pistons of pure muscle. His ebony coat almost danced in the playful rays of the sun as he dipped his dial hell ward a nice place... peaceful... much happiness I sense yet... something else also he mused as ivories nipped at the fresh new shoots that pushed through the now melting layers of snow. Feathered flutes pivoted hither and thither to allow hearing from all angles, silken fringes danced across his features as he grazed peacefully aware that a brood and her cherub were nearby hoping that he had not startled them. One flute was kept on them at all times, listening to their reaction to his presence.
The mare raised her cranium and her ears perked in the unknown steed's direction. She sent a soft, motherly call to Antari, calling her back to her side. After a while a single ear was pinned back in uncertainly and her silken banner whipped at her hocks delicately. Antari pranced over to her mother, her attention also caught by the stallion. Having never seen another equine before both curiosity and fear was felt though perhaps fear slightly more. She crept round to the other side of her mother?s flank, peering out from behind her. Ebony thorns stood perked towards him curiously and a foreleg was stamped with impatience.
The mare?s cranium turned to nudge Antari affectionately before attention returned to the hessian, perhaps he was new? A few cautious steps were taken towards him before the mother halted shyly, no words passing larynx. Antari?s delicately refined crania rose to watch her dam and her direction was noted. With a toss of her fuzzy mane, Antari set off at a wobbly canter round her mother, attempting a buck and almost managing, yet failing and falling in a sprawled heap upon the loam.
Prague, sensing a little curiosity from his audience, picked up his handsome features and turned in the direction of the mare and foal. He managed to suppress a snort of laughter as the fairy-like filly fell flat on her face. He made no advance towards them, hoping to perhaps make friends rather than scaring them away. "Greetings my lady, I am Prague, stud of Artemis-" His voice was husky and laced with soft black velvet tones. He dropped his gaze in an elegant bow, ebony boa arched as a courting swan. "I mean you and your beautiful filly no harm in my presence." he smiled softly upon returning his features to their original position. Perhaps I am not welcome here... he mused but due to his immense curiosity and the desire to make friends he made no move to leave as of yet.
Dial was dipped in acknowledgement of his name and rank; he was no higher than her, a mere brood in the gardens. Flutes unpinned themselves and pushed to the summit of her silken tiara out of interest but also to show him that she had no intention of attacking him. Soft smile grew upon her maw as her foal was complimented. No wonder she had not recognized him, he was of Artemis, the neutral herd but why had he strayed into the lands of Empyrean Gardens? ?Hello Prague, I am Moth, and this is Antari...? She replied, motioning to the filly with a flick of her crania and a soft snort.
Hearing her name being uttered, the filly tottered back to her dam. Nobly knees knocked together occasionally, and her unsteady hooves picked their way through the snow covered grass. Nearly sprawling on her nose, she tripped and landed in a strange sitting position, somewhat like a large dog. With an indignant snort, she was up again, dancing over to her dam with a nicker.
Prague watched the tiny figure with great interest. He was ever so slightly amused by the fawn-like creature's antics he couldn't help but give a little chirrup. "Such a lovely name Antari..." he nickered softly to the child; "to fit a pretty little girl." he smiled in a fatherly fashion and turned cranium toward the brood standing before him.
"Moth... ah yes.? He smiled as her name rang the bells of his memory. ?I have seen you here and there, yet have not had the courage to introduce myself." A silence followed his words, a painful silence and he shifted uncomfortably. He watched Moth shyly through a veil of ebony silk. He could not believe that there was a virtuous brood standing before him. The fact that she had a pure soul unnerved him a little. He almost felt inadequate. He hated long silences "It is a lovely place here, you must be very happy." He nickered as he pawed at the ground softly perhaps to avoid her eye contact is she listening to me? He mused upon looking at the snow beneath his feet.
Moth allowed her foal to nurse and the filly dipped her dial to her dam?s undercarriage to seek the warm nutritious liquid. Moth flexed her boa and allowed her muzzle to reach the rump of her child. She issued a nudge and quickly returned her attention to the nervous steed before her, who appeared to be avoiding her eye contact for a good reason too, she hadn?t meant to but due to circumstance she had ignored him. She, being full of confidence sought his eyes once again. ?I am sorry Prague, what did you say?? she smiled kindly to him, if a little vacantly. If a horse could blush out of embarrassment she would have, she felt awful for not listening to his words and could see that he was finding it hard anyway.
Again he tried to evade her eye contact however he could not for much longer. He looked up and locked his gaze back onto hers. He smiled nervously but attempted to hide it from her. It was a difficult thing to do for him at least. He felt welcome in theses lands he had certainly not encountered any form of hostility as of yet, and for one with little confidence he was certainly coming away from his shell. The conversation rematerialized "I apologize for my sudden appearance just now, I thought it would be nice to explore a little" he nickered bobbing his head merrily.
He was not new but he had not seen the other herd lands in the terra and he thought it a good time to explore, perhaps meet new equines in the process. His handsome features turned about a little to enable vision of all the area about them, it certainly was beautiful. His attention then turned to the filly that now stood before them with milk about her trap. An amusing little child... but they all are when they are that age he mused as he smiled towards Antari. Such fire in her step... such deepness to her gaze. He looked back to Moth and smiled a little vacantly, his head somewhere else momentarily. I wonder who her father is. Perhaps- he nickered softly to her once more ?if you don?t mind me inquiring-?he cut off and smiled almost sheepishly ?Her sire? Who is he?? There was no reason behind his questioning except for the fact that he recognized some of the filly?s features to belong to none other than-
?Lyradis, our king and leader? Moth replied almost as soon as the question was asked as if she knew what Prague was thinking. Prague sensed a proud tone to her words, not just the proud tone of a mother talking about her daughter.
Antari skipped and bounded about, pouncing on an unsuspecting butterfly and snapping at the air with ivories as she tried to catch it. Moth turned her gaze towards her filly and nickered in that soft and unmistakably motherly tone that Prague had heard so often. He shook out his muscular neck and freed his visage of the obsidian tresses that hung limp with the morning dew.
The question need not have been asked, but it had been used to fill the lack of conversation. Prague had noticed long before he had asked that Antari showed the grace and determination of her father, the way she moved so fluidly gave her sire away almost immediately and Prague smiled as he watched the pixie-like femora trot about without a care in the world Ah to be young again he sighed upon taking his gaze off into the distance once more. His past was but a blur, yet he didn?t want it to be clear. It was a stone he would rather remain unturned, untouched and left until he was gone so that he would not have to live with it for another day. He looked to Moth and smiled softly ?excuse me?? he dipped his dial and eyed his target. Slowly and gracefully he walked towards the filly and bobbed his head in merriment.
The mare smiled and inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement of his words. Moth had sensed that Prague was not all together comfortable, that perhaps his thoughts were unsettled. She did not know the steed very well so decided to remain silent but kept a keen eye upon him all the same..
An Introduction to a Traveler:
The wind waltzed with the bare boughs of trees and the cold northern wind marched through as an army of men determined to fight their cause. She struck anything in her path with an icy hand yet with a fiery step she pushed onwards across grasslands who bowed to their angry and wild queen.
Tiny ivory flakes fell sparsely across the open plain, whipped up by the irate northern maid; still she flew, taking with her flakes of frozen rain.
Amidst the curtain of snow a traveler could be seen. He was dressed in a pelt of midnight with an evidence of moonshine laced across his hind quarters. Pushing through the thick blanket with strong pistons he made his way through her rage, feathered ears flattened against the back of his head, and eyes narrowed to slits giving his face a sleek look as the head of an arrow.
The current of frozen air slipped passed him, her cargo settling upon his back and shaken off almost instantly as the muscles beneath his faultless coat of obsidian velvet, were touched by her icy hand. He shook with cold yet pressed on determined to reach his destination, his new life, and to leave the horror of the old behind.
A copse loomed up ahead; the trees huddled together almost as if to keep warm their foliage missing and replaced with a dusting of white. Some that were conifers, no longer green but pale as if they had been dusted with sugar, and were stood upon a festive cake.
Jet talons placed lightly on the covering but with each step sunk deep making it even more strenuous to walk. Silken tassels lay limp at his rear, lapping at the snow, and occasionally touching his hocks softly as the kiss of a lamb.
The protection provided by the bare trees was comforting. The wind whistled as she passed by each ancient trunk, but the cold did not cut as deep as before shelter was reached. He allowed a snort through his nostrils to rid them of snow and he shook away the flakes that dusted the silk hanging from his muscular yet somehow delicate boa.
Standing on the boarders of the lands, exhausted and the desire to feed overwhelming a thought passed through his mind, what if acceptance is not granted? he shook the question from his thoughts as if it were a parasite feeding from his blood. Absurd?surely all have a chance? He pondered before lowering his handsome muzzle to the ground. Velveteen pushed away the snow that lay a little shallow upon the grass to enable ivories to n** at the fresh shoots beneath it.
The snow clouds hung in a now darkened sky and glistening gems began to wink at the stallion that stood in silence grazing on what little grass there was.
A soft lament:
As day break sat upon the horizon the birds hidden from view sang their song of the sun. Slowly the traveler awoke from his slumber, the lids of his tired and sore eyes crawled open to reveal to him the land he had entered in a different light. The rays of the golden goddess parted company when passing through the snow covered trees causing a glittering effect across the ground. The stallion shook off his thick icy blanket and awoke suddenly to see the beauty of the forest at dawn. He whispered to himself in awe of his surroundings never before have I seen anything more beautiful? a tiny tree crawling bird scampered up the trunk by his hoof and startled him a little but he calmed after it twittered happily to its chicks who strained to get closer to the tiny animal for the food it was carrying, almost falling from the nest that perched so haphazardly in the bough above him.
He smiled as he watched the mother bird drop a wriggling insect into the gaping mouth of one of the noisiest? a good policy he thought to himself as the greedy fledgling gobbled it up. A feeling of loneliness washed over him and he felt the need to make his way deeper into the lands. He bid farewell to the tree that had so kindly lent him her trunk as shelter from the wind and stepped forwards into the unknown place he had reached through his travels. Through trees, naked and covered in moss he trotted, kicking up powdery snow as he went wishing his mother could be with him still yet he was glad that pain had left her and she was safe in her resting place alongside his father who he had learnt so much from. He pressed on further into the forest spotting others who joined his gallop, lengthening his stride he pulled up beside a male of copper pelt.
?Greetings copper one, where are you and your brethren headed?? he whinnied tossing his handsome head heavenwards as he galloped alongside the male. Many a mare and stallion along with colts and fillies flew through the forest supposedly headed for the legendary luminary clearing that so many of the lonely ones had heard of as children through tales told by parents.
?We are not related steed, though we run to the same place for the same reason.? He whinnied back to him in response to his question challenging the pace a little faster, slender copper pistons carrying him onwards allowing his muzzle to draw in line with that of the ebony steed beside him.
He came to the conclusion that all were alone and none had a place to reside, yet through his pondering he remained aligned with the copper one for the duration of the sprint. Fillies and colts darted in and out of the elder?s legs as they ran, playfully nipping each other. Where is it? he questioned himself? and what happens when we get there? He mused that not one of them knew their fate.
The throng slowed to a canter the colts and fillies filled with infinite energy as the danced about the trees playing an endless game of chase. They neared the clearing and all went silent. The birds hushed. The wind hid from them all. All that could be heard was their hooves making contact with the crisp snow. The midnight male slowed and hung back from the others, leaving his new found copper friend to move onwards with the tide of equine bodies. With the crowd dissipated he trod carefully into the clearing.
The ebony stud walked from the shadows, star shine laced across his midnight hindquarters, talons trod softly upon the ground. The cold breeze waltzed through the ebony silk that hung limply from his poll as he stood in silence; slowly he lifted his handsome visage higher upon his muscular but swan-like neck. He allowed a whinny to leave his darkened velveteen as the silence of the area enveloped his soul. Both dark and light filled his soul yet who would save him from damnation? He hoped to be accepted but there were others also in need of a herd to reside in. The moon had guided him to this place- she could do no more but watch from her star encrusted throne.
A steed of similar hue could be seen advancing from the cover of the dense forest, glancing at disdain to the thickening flakes which tried their hardest to obscure his normally clear vision, he sensed the presence of many yet there was only one he could see. Had the other been of different colouration, the task would have been made far more difficult. Thankfully the obsidian brute stood out against the ivory flakes, and the stallion was therefore able to answer the call with a welcoming nicker as he moved to the side of the strange traveler. He inclined his head in greeting. ?Salutations? welcome to the lands?.
The traveler dipped his dial in respect to the unknown steed before him and nickered softly ?greetings sire?what a fine winter?s day it is don?t you agree?? a hearty whinny was passed through velveteen.
?I am Prague? Stallion of neutral heart and soul.? He bobbed his head merrily as he uttered his words.
A soft chuckle was issued in response to the comment passed from the stranger. In respect of weather Lyradis could think of no worse condition than snow, and in respect of the day that had passed in general, this, like the past many since his return, had not been at all fun, yet the beast before him would know nothing of his past nor of the days that has passed in these lands, but this would not be portrayed to the traveler who greeted him with courtesy and so instantly won his friendship. ?It is a pleasure Prague? I am Lyradis ki-? stud of Artemis?. The almost slip of the tongue brusquely attempted to be hidden by his current ranking. ?Do you seek a home here?? he asked with a curious look in his eye.
Prague sensed a slight coldness in the response to his words and felt the need to back off a little. A slight feeling of recognition passed through him as the name resounded in his thoughts. ?Ah yes? sir Lyradis, the winds have spoken to me of you many a time.? Handsome features were lowered to the stud in respect then lifted in a matter of seconds as the words of Lyradis were processed stud? He thought to himself yet mother always said he was king of Artemis he hushed his mind and turned his attention back to the male in front of him. ?No longer a king I fear? The winds have been telling false tales of this land for some time I believe.?
Prague?s innocent gemstones looked saddened as the realization of the situation hit him. He felt that a swift change of subject was in order and reverted the conversation back to the question of do you seek a home here? Of course he did, else he would not have traveled this far to be in the clearing yet Lyradis knew not of his ordeals. ?I certainly am seeking solace in your lands? as a stud, for I feel it to be a good position.? His words were spoken carelessly as they dropped from his mouth. A look of embarrassment took over his soft and endearing face. It was obvious to him that first impressions were important here by the way he was questioned. It appeared that his was turning out to be one of adversity.
Lyradis showed a blatant confusion at the apparent knowledge that Prague held regarding his own past. How had the steed known that Lyradis had previously held title of king? What had the winds been saying when whispering these apparent tales of theirs? Though, it would not do to dwell on what could not at present be altered, a curt nod was given in acknowledgement of the request that Prague had presented him with. ?Ay, you may certainly take place as a stud in artemis. I welcome you to the lands and hope that they serve you well and you them.? Feeling a little perturbed by the presence of the other momentarily. ?You will forgive me if I do not escort you there myself, the lands are not difficult to find. I shall probably see you again shortly. Good day to you Prague of Artemis.? Distraction was pasted across his visage, and Lyradis disappeared into the depths of the copse from whence he came.
Prague gazed after him in disbelief. His encounter with the past king was somewhat confusing and shocking for him? legend had it that Lyradis held the position of king yet, it appeared that the information was false. How can it be that Lyradis has fallen in rank? He asked himself, it would be something that he would find out in time. The Moon winked at him as he turned his sight to the midnight sky, her darkened abode glittering with diamonds. The snow began to fall heavily, more so than before.
Winter takes its toll:
Abhorrent forms filled the sky; any protruding moonlit rays were blocked by their presence, leaving the realm in more or less, darkness. The frigid temperature was determined to remain, and the flurry of snowflakes became thicker, stronger, and colder. The winds howled through the forests, playing an eerie laments. Out on the un-protected grass lands, great mounds of it had been built in just one night and now it looked like it would threaten to surround the land of Artemis completely.
Trees that loomed in a variety of size groups had layers of snow settling on their bare canopies, coating their branches in pearly flakes. Seeking refuge under one such copse of trees was the Lady of Artemis, darkened minx allowed body to send a shiver down her spine, lithe form shaking off the ivory flecks that had settled willingly on her frame. Slender ears lay plastered against her well defined dial as Areth thought of the herd?s options. If this weather were to continue it would be much like the great storm not so long ago. Equines would be lost; foals would die without the help of protection that could be offered by a whole herd?s warmth and not just the mother, or their caretaker.
The seductress knew that both broods and caretakers could fulfill their ranks well, though in this harshness?
Appendages lifted slightly, hooves draped in snow as they were removed for a moment. Regal crania was lifted, a strong call expelling from proud muzzle as she let forth a whinny to all the herd members, no matter their rank. A brief thought crossed mind, will they even listen to my call? Though she was Lady of Artemis, she knew most had been under Talmaar and Galileo's ruling for the majority of their time in the herd. Only time would tell.
A soft honey coloured femme approached the lady slowly, tripping occasionally through the thick blanket. Her tassels whipped around her frame. Ears alert, a snort issued, giving the lady a sign of her presence. Crown dipped low.
?Lo there Milady. You called??
Soft snort escaped the lady?s nostrils as her ears flickered forth out of interest, once more alert, lots narrowed slightly as she fought with the thick snowy veil to see who was approaching. Eyes returned to normal posture upon visage when she saw it was a member of Artemis. Dial dips slightly in respect for her but also in greeting.
" Yes I did. I hope to check that the herd is faring as well as can be in this harsh weather that has unfortunately slipped over the realm. Did you see many on your path here?"
The honey coated brood?s ears were perked and alert, steam rising from her trap, then fading as it rose through the frigid air.
'My lady, I saw none on my journey, but then I could not see much. I heard you call from far, so surely others will be on their way.'
Once again she dipped her crown. She did not wish to displease the Lady by saying she had seen none, but unfortunately for the realm it was true. Something had clearly taken her attention away from the situation for as Prague watched the honey hued mare her gaze had shifted to the shadows and a new scent entered his nares.
Raven pelted Queen of Artemis stepped forth and took a stand beside lady Areth, her form shadowed in the snowfall. ?Thank you, Areth? The weariness of the trials she had been through had shown in her eyes somewhat. ?I could not get through this without you?. Her coat dull and drab she stood by the magnificent mare that held the rank of Lady. Areth appeared to over tower the queen?s form in all respects.
The male gazed about a little, his eyes locked on to the forms of the regal ones that stood before him. The flakes dusted his coat with great perseverance and melted on impact due to his escaping body heat. Another was spied through the thick white sheet. A brood mare it seemed for she had in tow a child. She too had not met Areth; she came forth at the call anyway. Emerging from the shadows, Oasis simply gave a silent nod, her shyness forbidding her to speak. Her muzzle directed to her child?s rump, she stood in a way to protect the child from the elements.
Another appeared. An ivory figure trotted gently upon the snow covered loam, almost invisible to the eye as she blended so well with the snow, she reached the spot where her lady stood, a soft whicker was passed in greeting. She dipped her head low to her chest in respect of the lady?s rank.
"Hello milady, you called?"
Prague by this time had become a little more comfortable with the gathering equines, protection in numbers He mused. His keen eyes chanced upon the form of another on the approach, yet she was somewhat smaller that the others that has answered the call of the lady.
A raven filly approached her fellow herd members and nodded to each in greeting, even those she has not yet met. She had heard the call which had been filled with importance and urgency. The snowstorms had not been a surprise for her as well as the emergency call for a herd meeting. She had suffered worse than this on her travels and her body had gained strength and endurance in her time alone. She stands beside her ebon Queen, untouched by the slivers of icy water that settle upon her trinity pelt. "My Queen and Lady, the snowstorms are coming, are they not?"
To Prague, her question seemed more like a statement, and her plain voice seeming to belong to a mare twice her age, shocking to one who had only spent time with elders.
Ebon stud treads softly upon the ivory flakes as he moves his body in an onward direction, crania inclined slightly not in confusion but in interest as he moved forwards gracefully.
Slender pinnacles perched amid a crest of fine obsidian silk, pointing forwards as an answer to the caller; he had not yet made known to her of his presence.
In silence he stood watching the number of equine increase steadily, many a mare and child could be seen.
Gemstones shone as they fixed onto the form of the oasis of beauty standing not a breath away from him. Who is she who stands with such beauty upon her visage? had she noticed him? Most likely not was his initial impression.
Attention was broken as a nod was given to Areth who he had not yet met, yet he passed it to her out of respect of rank and pure politeness. His handsome crania set atop a muscular swan-like neck as he set crystals upon the form of the frosted mare.
The king arrived, a midnight toned brute. He advanced forth, nodding a greeting to those recognised, including cordial gesture to Talmaar, his queen yet nothing more, no other attention was diverted to the mare, who he had found himself with less and less time for. She had first lied to him, had toyed with his emotions and led him to believe she still loved him, when her affections were clearly set for another. It was not something to dwell upon, and though it had hit him as a blow, it had done less damage than he would have imagined, which told him a lot about the situation as a whole.
Turning, with a nod and light smile to the Lady Areth, who, last time he had held his current position had fulfilled the role within Lunar Meadows. So much had changed over this past cycle, yet, for the better, the lands certainly have prospered he mused as he strode forth.
?Areth...?
He uttered in greeting. After his greeting was passed he fell silent, and waited for whatever news the mare may have for the herd.
Standing stock still beside both Talmaar and Areth the king surveyed his herd with great interest. ?Many new souls my eyes have chanced upon lady Areth?? he nickered softly and happily to the mare that stood by his left flank. She smiled to her king and gave him a curt nod ?yes sire, the lands have been blessed with both new souls and new lives? the comment given she gestured towards the foals that frolicked about in the snow.
The obsidian stud shifted uncomfortably as the king who he had met when dethroned entered the vicinity, had his words upset the male? He hoped not for as a mere stud, he would hate to think of the consequences. All that he knew about Ly he had caught not first hand from the winds but from a mare dubbed Seraphim; he knew not of her whereabouts but feared the worst for her none-the-less. She had always been weak of heart and soul.
Watching the mare that stood near Lyradis carefully a brisk smile was set upon velveteen and directed towards the king remaining in silence he stayed wary of the others. No one knew his dubbing, or what his business was to be there which made him feel all the more nervous about his current situation.
The feeling of being alone and isolated washed across his soul as the current across a sandy tide-line.
The king shot a passing and ever-so slightly vacant glance in Prague?s general direction and a flash of recognition passed through his eyes breaking the line of concentration that he had formed momentarily.
Glad that the stallion from Luminary had shown up on this important occasion, although his memory was not the best serving as, due to his rank he visited the clearing on a regular basis, he could recall no problems with the stud of similar hue to himself, and a friendly smile was offered to lighten the atmosphere.
A somewhat relieved expression replaces the one of panic across Prague?s handsome features. His loneliness became too much and he decided to move towards the one that he knew.
On approach to the place where the king stood, cranium was dropped allowing ebon silk to grace the ivory ground...
"Sire... would you mind if I stood with you a while..." crania remained close to the ground as words fell from his maw ?I know none here and feel a little?isolated at present?.
The king surveyed the stud carefully what have I done to have such politeness paid to me?I deserve no gratitude for I am but a beast with a tainted soul he mused as his eyes skated across the form of Prague in amazement. His ebony plume flickered lightly at flakes settling upon his faultless hide, he repeated the smile previously offered but added a kindly nod.
? You may of course Prague... And please, call me Ly...?
Prague was relieved by the king?s words and a nod was given as his silken tail moved across hind quarters ridding the lace that dressed him of the frozen ivory flakes that fell so softly from the grayed sky.
"Please accept my apologies Ly..." a hearty nicker was passed through maw as he nipped the king?s nape softly.
The king was about to offer that no apology was necessary, although he wisely decided against it; he refrained from comment but offered a smile instead. He means only well Lyradis thought to himself, and he would injure Prague?s confidence were he to keep correcting and amending where it wasn?t needed.
She responded to the noises that were cast from several members of the cadre, other senses following suite as she smelt and saw through liquid brown lots, the steeds of the land, as potent as usual. Many were unknown to her, though she hoped they would not remain so for long, some she knew from the past and many to get to know in the future.
Her hooves shifted slightly as tension in legs were relieved of the frost-biting snow. Her soft velveteen brushed against the Queen's nape briefly as her words were taken in, Lady could find no response forming within mind for nothing she could say would help the situation, her presence as a friend was comforting enough. Ocean?s desire stood quietly and patiently awaiting the words of the regal ones.
Brief nicker of greeting was given to the herd members, proud muzzle lowered a little as she offered them as much respect as they did her.
Wild Oasis, Ocean Desire, Midnight shadow, a strong filly it seemed as lots roved over the younglings form, Prague, Ah, a new stud to add to the males, Talmaar?s doing I bet she thought as she looked the stud over a good catch none the less she smiled inwardly at her thought.
Yes. All were little more than strangers to the minx, yet the same hearty sound erupted from maw. She glanced to the left of Prague and chanced upon the form of one she had not seen for many cycles.
Lyradis stood by the stud as a ghost from the past. Her feminine visage became openly shocked for more than a few seconds before composure was regained. Indeed his scent had traced the lands perimeters, yet she refused to believe the former King had returned until she saw it with her own eyes. He has returned she thought but where had he gone in the first place? She mused yet shook the thought away from her mind.
A smile was administrated towards him as reality reformed around her.
" Lyradis, it has been long, where -"
Now was not the time. Where were you friend? was not a good query to be posing in the company of others. If he wished to discuss his where-about then he would do so in his own time and in greater privacy.
Dip of nod was offered to the rest that arrived. Nostrils were infiltrated with new scents, though there were some that still laced the air that had not come forth but it did not matter, the message could be passed on through other methods.
Raven banner was swished against darkened flank as she cast intelligent gaze over the herd as they all watched with questioning faces.
"Greetings friends, I have called a meeting to discuss the current weather, I wish not to have valuable members lost from the harem in this dangerous time, I?m sure the wishes of Queen ? King and the current Lord are the same. I believe the snow will begin to thicken, get heavier. And then what, we ask ourselves? We must provide a safety point where we can shelter, the young of the herd may not yet have hardened to the snow, and I?m sure that a few of the older members have not either; I know I have not completely. Does anyone have suggestions for further action we can take?"
Minx's own fault for the cold was openly given as a shiver passed through her pelt, visible even in the dwindling light; she disapproved of lies, worse if they were ones told of her.
A smile given to the mare as her recognition graced the king, dial bobbed in light imitation of her own greeting? There would be time later to speak with Areth alone if need be.
Gaze cast to the heavens as she speaks of what brought about the small meeting, the snow had slowed yet still fell with a new and softer presence, the ground underfoot was treacherous, but would hopefully melt away soon enough.
Ly doubted that the light flurry was anything to be concerned with, it seemed to have eased for now? Yes, it may begin once more, return with a vengeance, and overpower them, as the storms had done the year before. Still, input must be given, whether it be his own or another?s, he felt it necessary to speak his mind.
?I believe, my ladies, that there is no cause for concern, the storm seems to be dying down, and however, your concerns Areth are gratefully noted. It is a good job the herd has a Lady such as yourself?? he nickered charmingly to the femme, ?I agree, the fall may start up once again, become heavier, overpowering. In case of this happening you are quite correct, a place of safety needs to be sought, I would suggest the Caverns, for mares and fillies, perhaps the mountain for Stallions and Colts?? the suggestion posed, it was not the best, though he was at a loss for an alternative.
The Caverns, indeed, would probably be the most sheltered place, but the males were not permitted into them on the other hand the Mountain was the highest point of land, and, that too, was relatively safe for the others, the males among the herd.
Silently, he awaited feedback, others may have varying views, and they should all be taken into consideration.
Feathered flutes absorbed the words in. Yes, it was chilling to the bone and most certainly she had not gotten used to the weather. How would the colts and fillies survive and the elders? This was a question that soon passed. Lyradis was right, as well as Areth. Both were great leaders and she was proud to follow them as a King and a Lady. Finally finding a small voice, unwise and idiotic to the great leaders? vocals, she spoke out.
?I think I find you are both right.? She could have bitten her tongue. Never before had she felt so stupid yet none the less the honey coloured brood stood silenced by her actions.
Prague remained silent as his intelligent gemstones gazed through the falling silver in the direction of the Lady of the lands. She did not know him so he thought best to remain where he stood; being of nervous disposition his trap remained firmly shut.
Newly instated in his post and also to the lands he had not yet made any allies, apart from the King who most likely thought him to be a bore but no matter, he had tried to gain his acceptance.
Obsidian silk fell to the ground as dial was dipped to enable muzzle to shift some of the snow and reveal fresh green blades, yes, hunger hit him yet again.
Thoughts fell to the warm amber coloured mare who stood a bit away from him, one of great beauty he thought to himself... as a stud of only three he would be drawn to one of such beauty and had not yet learnt of the feeling they call "Love?.
The honey coated minx stood a distance from the group, having shown long before and saying her part. Crown dips to the others out of respect, for surely no one would have noticed her. Slowly she made her way to the border of the group and watched intently eyeing the others a little warily.
His handsome, youthful cranium swung slowly in the direction of the angelic brood. As innocent marbled optics gazed upon her form his mind fed itself with her beauty. He sighed lightly, a true rose. He smiled at her sweetly and decided to walk towards her, not something he would usually do and very much out of his character to be so bold. Gemstones gleamed as he dropped his features towards the ground. The obsidian silk that hung from his poll cascaded down and caressed the ground where he stood.
"Greetings beauty... I am Prague..." he rose to her eye level and smiled in his usual charming way.
?May I be so bold as to ask of your dubbing?" raven tassel swiped away flakes of silver from his gleaming white quarters.
A little surprised at being noticed the mare turned to face the on comer with a bright smile upon her features. Crown tilted slightly in interest for she had never seen a steed more handsome. Gleaming optics locked onto his form certainly a gentleman she thought as she watched him approach her. Cranium dips slowly in respect, then rose just the same.
''Lo Prague. I am dubbed Amber Rose.'
Noting her name, it would be one he would never forget, he bobbed his head happily. His mane ruffled by the wind. He smiled softly to her and nipped her playfully upon the nape. "Is it ok if I stand here with you? It is just I feel that I am crowding Lyradis and currently he doesn't need my company..."
Silk was flicked briskly from his features as he sung softly to her, hoping no others could hear him.
He marveled at her beauty but remained silent she certainly lives up to her name he thought with his gaze uncut, still upon her form.
A smile spread across her trap. Her eyes sparkled with sheer joy, never before had she had company like this, she felt something different about him, something different that had not clicked with her and the other brutes she had met, which, if she was going to be honest were a small minority. ?I would be honored.? Her ivory tassels flicked airborne pests, from her hind quarters, her mane danced upon her delicate boa.
At her words he took her place beside her and stood quietly for a while. The feeling of acceptance warmed him throughout and he smiled gratefully. He did not wish to sound brash but he uttered his words with an air of confidence, even though his nerves beat him down a little as they usually did.
"I am the one who is honoured to stand by a rose as beautiful as yourself, it is a chance that I can not pass up" he silenced his words for a moment and bobbed his head happily; his fine velveteen touched her back and nibbled at her soft pelt affectionately.
Amber was a little surprised at his actions yet her smile grew larger and she directed her trap towards his obsidian pelt and softly touched his back. Her eyes could not be moved from the brute. His words were some of the kindest any had said to her. She liked him, he was bold and confident and she saw it in his eyes, just a front of timidity to soften the manliness he held. She felt something click, a feeling new to her, something warm and comfortable that she had never felt before. It did not matter, she liked it.
The darkened yearling who was dubbed midnight stood close to her lady, her mother lost to the snows. Gazing childlike eyes turn towards the stallion dubbed Prague and the brood called Amber Rose. They would make a handsome couple she mused. She smiled softly to herself, Prague seemed to be one of the nicer stallions and Rose the gentlest of mares. Her thoughts drift towards what a good couple Lyradis and Talmaar had been in the past. With a flash of red, her emotions turn to anger as she thinks about how he-no, the Queen. She couldn't bring herself to call the wench her Queen, not after she had led Lyradis on. Even though it was all those cycles ago the events of that time replayed in the youngling?s mind over and over again. Still an air of awkwardness hung over the two; it was visible to all, even those newly instated.
Looking curiously about the crowd of equines, Prague chanced upon the yearling Midnight, something clearly was bothering her yet he decided that it was best to let her be. His attention turned back to the mare by his side. A shiver of what may be called pleasure of the acceptance that the beauty had shown him passed through his body, almost visible through his trinity pelt. He was warmed throughout, the feeling trampled across his soul. No longer did he feel alone, but this feeling, this warmth what was it he felt? He did not know but oddly it felt right. Nothing was uttered but he began to mouth her wither gently. Her scent, her presence, was warming to him. Her eyes captivated him as did her voice like birds song on a winter's morning. It was a feeling he had never felt before, yet his mind told him it was right and he blew soft kisses of warmth through his nostrils onto her soft shoulder.
Amber had never before felt so comfortable with another equine, especially a male. She observed that the attention paid to her by the stallion came from the bottom his heart. Something that was unconditional and pure, but what was it he showed her? She was only young and inexperienced in the matters of the heart so had not worked out the truth. It was apparent that neither had Prague.
Areth?s words had been but a blur of noise to the two, her speech carried along the wind and lost in a flutter of snowflakes. The lady became aware of the boredom she had caused, yet she hoped that her message been absorbed by the crowd. The silence was broken by letting forth a shrill cry and a loud snort. Snapping to attention the majority of equines jumped from their pelts and gazed half asleep at Areth. ?Thank you for listening to my message, I shall call again for you later in the cycle.? She nickered to all. Her form turned in the direction of the borderlands and without a sound; the lady had left the vicinity. Her slender ebony pillars pushed mercilessly through the thick blanket of snow as if she had somewhere to be in a small amount of time; soon her form was but a blur in the flurry of flakes.
Prague watched the lady depart, his gaze following her every sleek movement until only a blur could be seen. Curiously he nickered softly to Amber Rose ?my lady seems troubled? he looked over Amber?s delicate boa in the direction that lady Areth had vanished, his chiseled trap resting comfortable in the silk upon her neck. ?I thought so-?she stated vacantly watching the ebony stud that stood in such close proximity to her, having not really listened to the words of Prague.
The crowd of equines slowly dispersed as the meeting drew to a close. Amber Rose bid farewell to her handsome new male friend, almost reluctantly and pushed through the frozen covering to find shelter. Within moments, Prague found himself alone with the king once more. Yet it seemed Lyradis had other matters to attend to, concerning Talmaar most probably. Lyradis bobbed his regal cranium merrily and nickered to the newly instated stud in an apologetic tone ?forgive me Prague, matters of the heart need attendance.? A curt nod was issued and the raven king departed.
Prague stood alone amidst the flutter of snowflakes, a darkened angel against a curtain of the purest white. His thoughts ran wild as they scrolled through his mind. The desire to explore the lands was great within his soul. Great fore-flints lifted from the snow covered loam, taking with them clods of snow, mud and neonatal shoots. He slammed them simultaneously back to earth and fell into a fluid four beat gallop. Dusty crystals kicked up in delicate clouds by his heels as his powerful legs strode confidently through the thickness of the covering beneath him. He didn?t know where he was going- his heart directed him all the way.
Pasture?s new.
He had not been there for long. Jet black fore-flints had only just graced the Lands of Artemis, yet he felt the need to explore. His inquisitive nature overcoming the desire to dine upon the new shoots that pushed through the thick blanket of frozen rain. Quietly he stood for a while, sweat evaporating from his thick trinity pelt as wisps of steam, crystal droplets ran down his muscular legs falling victim to the force of gravity and landing heavily on the ground beneath him.
A soft snort was issued through dilated nares and the sodden silk that hung from his swan like boa, shaken out and freed of the dewy covering that caused it to cling so rigidly to his pelt. He raised his head to a more regal position, gazing about his immediate surroundings with great fascination. Never before this moment had he been truly relaxed. Never had he been this alone. Never so cold and hungry, yet his heart told him not to remain here, that exploration was the best thing to do.
The newly instated stud had shown outward curiosity before, it had not yet got him into trouble so he knew no better than to follow his heart. He assumed that there were other herds other than the lands of Artemis, for what was a land with only neutral blood? Surely there were those of light and dark also? It was this thought that persuaded him to move further a field and find others of his species, whether light or dark. Slowly he began to walk. Carefully placing one hoof in front of the other incase he slipped upon any snow that had been compacted into a sheet of ice by the track of another.
Above him the sun smiled upon his frozen form, her radiance coating him in a soft golden sheen. Her warmth playing havoc with the ice maiden?s work as she began to melt some of the less thickly set mounds of glistening snow. He treaded with care, his curious gaze shifting hither and thither in an attempt to take as much of his surroundings in as possible. Everything he could see was covered in a thick blanket of snow; nothing looked familiar to his eyes. Even the luminary clearing had changed over night and he was there only a few hours ago.
He stepped through the trees. A dusting of powdery snow fell across his back as the bow of the tree became a victim to his massive form brushing past. He jumped a little as the bow retaliated to his shove against it. Flinging himself from the trees he landed softly upon the ground beyond and turned sharply around to scowl at the offending branch but as he did, something caught his eye. A movement a little further away from the forest drew him away from his fight with the tree but he didn?t leave without issuing an angry snort in the direction of the offending item.
The dual shaded minx walked through the lands of the Gardens calmly. Halting momentarily, visage was turned to seek the whereabouts of her foal. Soft nicker was emitted to call her back and keep her from too much trouble. The nicker from her mother had obviously been heard and flutes perked towards her dam before she pranced towards her, wispy tail flicking at nothing yet she flicked it with great meaning. Soft nudge was given to her mother's barrel before trotting ahead and letting loose a playful snort. Halting, the cranium of the mare was lowered to lip at emerald blades of grass though a cautious eye was kept on Antari, the filly who pranced with such grace through the snow. Her ears twitched every so often as flies landed on them and banner lazily brushed against her neat hocks.
They were obviously blissfully unaware of the fact that the immense ebony male was watching them with such interest, not to mention amusement. The shadows about the edge of the forest kept his form a mystery to all, although his alabaster rump gleamed in the dappled sunlight and set him apart from the surroundings as did the snow that covered the loam. He wished not to disturb them, despite his curiosity.
The patchwork mare pulled up her muzzle in what may have been interpreted as a reflex reaction. Upon catching the scent of a male in close quarters, she glanced about for her baby. Although she could not see him, she knew instinctively that he was there. The filly was flying less than gracefully about in the snow, her feather duster like tail flicked powdery crystals as she rolled about in the frozen covering, her ebony pelt now grey due to copious amounts of sugary snow coating her fur.
Unsure of whether he was in actual fact permitted in this area of the lands he walked gingerly forward, allowing silken banner to loll gently between pistons of pure muscle. His ebony coat almost danced in the playful rays of the sun as he dipped his dial hell ward a nice place... peaceful... much happiness I sense yet... something else also he mused as ivories nipped at the fresh new shoots that pushed through the now melting layers of snow. Feathered flutes pivoted hither and thither to allow hearing from all angles, silken fringes danced across his features as he grazed peacefully aware that a brood and her cherub were nearby hoping that he had not startled them. One flute was kept on them at all times, listening to their reaction to his presence.
The mare raised her cranium and her ears perked in the unknown steed's direction. She sent a soft, motherly call to Antari, calling her back to her side. After a while a single ear was pinned back in uncertainly and her silken banner whipped at her hocks delicately. Antari pranced over to her mother, her attention also caught by the stallion. Having never seen another equine before both curiosity and fear was felt though perhaps fear slightly more. She crept round to the other side of her mother?s flank, peering out from behind her. Ebony thorns stood perked towards him curiously and a foreleg was stamped with impatience.
The mare?s cranium turned to nudge Antari affectionately before attention returned to the hessian, perhaps he was new? A few cautious steps were taken towards him before the mother halted shyly, no words passing larynx. Antari?s delicately refined crania rose to watch her dam and her direction was noted. With a toss of her fuzzy mane, Antari set off at a wobbly canter round her mother, attempting a buck and almost managing, yet failing and falling in a sprawled heap upon the loam.
Prague, sensing a little curiosity from his audience, picked up his handsome features and turned in the direction of the mare and foal. He managed to suppress a snort of laughter as the fairy-like filly fell flat on her face. He made no advance towards them, hoping to perhaps make friends rather than scaring them away. "Greetings my lady, I am Prague, stud of Artemis-" His voice was husky and laced with soft black velvet tones. He dropped his gaze in an elegant bow, ebony boa arched as a courting swan. "I mean you and your beautiful filly no harm in my presence." he smiled softly upon returning his features to their original position. Perhaps I am not welcome here... he mused but due to his immense curiosity and the desire to make friends he made no move to leave as of yet.
Dial was dipped in acknowledgement of his name and rank; he was no higher than her, a mere brood in the gardens. Flutes unpinned themselves and pushed to the summit of her silken tiara out of interest but also to show him that she had no intention of attacking him. Soft smile grew upon her maw as her foal was complimented. No wonder she had not recognized him, he was of Artemis, the neutral herd but why had he strayed into the lands of Empyrean Gardens? ?Hello Prague, I am Moth, and this is Antari...? She replied, motioning to the filly with a flick of her crania and a soft snort.
Hearing her name being uttered, the filly tottered back to her dam. Nobly knees knocked together occasionally, and her unsteady hooves picked their way through the snow covered grass. Nearly sprawling on her nose, she tripped and landed in a strange sitting position, somewhat like a large dog. With an indignant snort, she was up again, dancing over to her dam with a nicker.
Prague watched the tiny figure with great interest. He was ever so slightly amused by the fawn-like creature's antics he couldn't help but give a little chirrup. "Such a lovely name Antari..." he nickered softly to the child; "to fit a pretty little girl." he smiled in a fatherly fashion and turned cranium toward the brood standing before him.
"Moth... ah yes.? He smiled as her name rang the bells of his memory. ?I have seen you here and there, yet have not had the courage to introduce myself." A silence followed his words, a painful silence and he shifted uncomfortably. He watched Moth shyly through a veil of ebony silk. He could not believe that there was a virtuous brood standing before him. The fact that she had a pure soul unnerved him a little. He almost felt inadequate. He hated long silences "It is a lovely place here, you must be very happy." He nickered as he pawed at the ground softly perhaps to avoid her eye contact is she listening to me? He mused upon looking at the snow beneath his feet.
Moth allowed her foal to nurse and the filly dipped her dial to her dam?s undercarriage to seek the warm nutritious liquid. Moth flexed her boa and allowed her muzzle to reach the rump of her child. She issued a nudge and quickly returned her attention to the nervous steed before her, who appeared to be avoiding her eye contact for a good reason too, she hadn?t meant to but due to circumstance she had ignored him. She, being full of confidence sought his eyes once again. ?I am sorry Prague, what did you say?? she smiled kindly to him, if a little vacantly. If a horse could blush out of embarrassment she would have, she felt awful for not listening to his words and could see that he was finding it hard anyway.
Again he tried to evade her eye contact however he could not for much longer. He looked up and locked his gaze back onto hers. He smiled nervously but attempted to hide it from her. It was a difficult thing to do for him at least. He felt welcome in theses lands he had certainly not encountered any form of hostility as of yet, and for one with little confidence he was certainly coming away from his shell. The conversation rematerialized "I apologize for my sudden appearance just now, I thought it would be nice to explore a little" he nickered bobbing his head merrily.
He was not new but he had not seen the other herd lands in the terra and he thought it a good time to explore, perhaps meet new equines in the process. His handsome features turned about a little to enable vision of all the area about them, it certainly was beautiful. His attention then turned to the filly that now stood before them with milk about her trap. An amusing little child... but they all are when they are that age he mused as he smiled towards Antari. Such fire in her step... such deepness to her gaze. He looked back to Moth and smiled a little vacantly, his head somewhere else momentarily. I wonder who her father is. Perhaps- he nickered softly to her once more ?if you don?t mind me inquiring-?he cut off and smiled almost sheepishly ?Her sire? Who is he?? There was no reason behind his questioning except for the fact that he recognized some of the filly?s features to belong to none other than-
?Lyradis, our king and leader? Moth replied almost as soon as the question was asked as if she knew what Prague was thinking. Prague sensed a proud tone to her words, not just the proud tone of a mother talking about her daughter.
Antari skipped and bounded about, pouncing on an unsuspecting butterfly and snapping at the air with ivories as she tried to catch it. Moth turned her gaze towards her filly and nickered in that soft and unmistakably motherly tone that Prague had heard so often. He shook out his muscular neck and freed his visage of the obsidian tresses that hung limp with the morning dew.
The question need not have been asked, but it had been used to fill the lack of conversation. Prague had noticed long before he had asked that Antari showed the grace and determination of her father, the way she moved so fluidly gave her sire away almost immediately and Prague smiled as he watched the pixie-like femora trot about without a care in the world Ah to be young again he sighed upon taking his gaze off into the distance once more. His past was but a blur, yet he didn?t want it to be clear. It was a stone he would rather remain unturned, untouched and left until he was gone so that he would not have to live with it for another day. He looked to Moth and smiled softly ?excuse me?? he dipped his dial and eyed his target. Slowly and gracefully he walked towards the filly and bobbed his head in merriment.
The mare smiled and inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement of his words. Moth had sensed that Prague was not all together comfortable, that perhaps his thoughts were unsettled. She did not know the steed very well so decided to remain silent but kept a keen eye upon him all the same..
