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 Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:38 pm
He remembered comeing this way once as a child, so young that the faint sent of his basket still clung around him like a fine mist. He was older now, an adult whos size matched up to that of his fathers. Cream colored cloven hooves crushed the fallen leaves beneath him heedlessly, as his red eyes scanned around, flashes of memories floating through his mind.
His tail swayed, standing in the same spot he had so long ago, his eyes slideing up the trail he saw his mother walk once before. To the top of the hill, so see his grandmother. "Without her there would be nothing good left in me" his mother had once told him as a youngster. His mother, strong and proud and so dark that it made the night fearfull credited who she was to her own mother, his grandmother.
She had to have been wise, haveing sent the fruity bird boy off on his quest as she did, but in all honesty he knew her only from stories of his mother and vauge memories of his childhood. At first he would say it was so long ago he wouldent recogize if he saw her again, but he knew that was a lie. No one could forget a coat the shimmering color of glacial ice.
He didnt know why he came here, he just somehow found himself on a path to the same hill the lat time he saw that winter mare.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 3:59 pm
 The words, the sheer mention of Samedi was enough to raise the elder's curiosity to her daughter's whereabouts. Not blood per say, but the little mare that brandished a skull upon her face was indeed a loved one to the ancient mare that shimmered and glowed like a wintry escape. Every step she took, breath that she inhaled and exhaled lived in wonderment to seeing her once more.
Gliding legs lithe and sleek touching slowly along the now scattered leaves that were falling to settle and collaborate across the ground. A well set head finely built gave way to a mane and tail flowing as the water cascades over a lucid waterfall. Feathers adorned her mane and tail as a cockleshell necklace beading in purples and aqua lied in dignity. By her side walked a tiny wolf proudly, though her eyes always showed shyness and unsure decisions. Both as one. One as both. Together they were almost the same, yet either had their own breath's that each breathed into existence.
Her eyes scanned the land with a cerulean calmness, a soft longing toward the place she last saw the phantom mare of black. Words had been spoken of foals, thoughts of blood carrying on. This made the ice mare smile softly, her smile cool and collected with serenity.
Soon the walking pair would descend towards that fatal meeting in hopes that she would see Samedi and her children once more.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 5:28 am
Still lost deep in though, a small scowl on his face he huffed out a breath that swirled about his face in a crisp cloud. His eyes were focused on that hill... oh what the hell. With a swish of his tail he started up the hillside, cloven hooves digging into the cold earth beneath him. His cream colored braids were lifted by the night wind and dances around as if pleased he had made it there, curling around the single spiraled crimson horn that mimicked his fathers.
Half-heartedly he wished he had brought his brothers with him, but they were busy with their own lives, and his parents were busy with... eachother. The past few days he had happily reunited with some of his childhood friends, and rather reluctantly reluctantly.... made a few new ones.
Amazeing how one who in all honesty could have lived without bringing ay new creatures into his life seemed to draw the attention of many. It was probably his odd apperance, a strangly elegant mixture of his parents, as if just by looking you could see their signatures written across his body, be it in the form of a horn or a bloddy red skull.
He seemed to not notice the things around him, seeming strangely calm for a creature whos life revolved around revenge and anger. His tail slowed from its common violent whip like motion to something softer, a gentle swaying that matched the tug and pull of the wind at his hair.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 6:18 am
Amadahy padded forward, her fluffy wolf tail swaying back and forth with the scent of the winter winds coming. Perking her ears forward she took note to the dark stallion whose face and horn shimmered in a crimson that was reminiscent of blood. She wasn't too observant of Samedi's family, so she'd never know this was one of the grown foals. Whimpering, the petite wolf gathered the ice mare's attention.
Celendria walked like a ghost as her mane and tail trailed along like a white mist around her. Eyes of cyan intently wondering what her little companion had called her attention for. Blowing softly she arrived a top the crested hill curving her ears forward as if in slow motion. Her breath was swirling much like her mane with the crisp breeze, a white fluffy cloud as it dissipated into nothing.
Could it be that her walk, a desired curiosity was true to its murmurings deep in her breast?
She decided not to approach, for the taller male could indeed be friend or foe. His trademark skull upon his face was the crimson she remembered when he was quite young. Now a full grown adult he was perhaps quite handsome, but even sleeping dogs could bite when you least expected it.
She would let the young male keep on his way, and if he desired a meeting then she would oblige. Samedi had grown into a good hearted mare, though deep inside she could fight even the deadliest of foes. This is what Celendria expected of her children and blood she called her own.
While respect was greatly taught and praised, one could never expect the fire to dim and go down trodden because of other's wishes. No, she wanted those under her care and love to be themselves and exist as they saw fit. To grow and mature as their heart's desire wished it so.
Now Celendria would see how Samedi's horned youth had chosen his path.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 6:45 am
Ice and the cold inds of winter. Its what she had looked like, and oh how his mother had looked at her with such love and a calmness that was different from her usual self. Normaly samedi was the calm that was the eye of the storm, the calm of the hunter right before the chase. But the look on her face bad been something different that time, a sence of being at peice had radiated from her... he had never seen it again from her but he remembered it remarkable clear.
Yes his parents had a similar feelings around eachother but it had more fire to it, as if they could rule the world an turn it into something dark and beautifull as long as they were together. But the image of his mother and that icey mare stood out in his mind as something unique, as if he focused on it hard enough he could call the image to life.
Long hair lice snow, a body the color of glacial ice... he could almost see her with perfect clarity... Hoshit there she was. Damnit he would need to remember that tick of summoning people, it could be pretty handy.
He watched her carefully with ruby eyes, his ears flicking back and forth as he eyes her. She came no closer and he wondered if she did not remember him... it had been so long ago he honestly wouldent hold it against her if she didnt.... But still....
His stail staying at the slow sway he tilted his head slightly... like a bird eyeing something it wasnt to sure off, and slowly started forward. even to his untrained eye she was the same mare... but she looked different from other mares he had seen, not just in color, but in the way she helf herself, a regal and calming air about her that others didnt exude.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 9:38 am
Amadahy's expression changed as the stallion moved forward toward them. A twinge of worry settling within her ruff causing her to settle onto her haunches by the mare's feet. Never would the little wolf be as aggressive as she wanted to be, always a pup with reason to cower in the pretense of looming atrocity. She'd stay with her caretaker though, that's the promise the wolf made long ago. Celendria was generous in heart and spirit which needed adhered to by the words written in a promise.
Celendria craned her head downward for only a moment to console the furry pup of all things fearful or bothersome. She cared deeply for this little one that walked by her side, the best she could do was create a feeling of tranquil serenity to set her worries to rest.
Rising her head gently that a while wave tussled around her in silken strands, she waited this stallion's presence. Strange how thoughts and longing came into play by mere imagining retrieval of stored memories. Black as ebony with a face painted in crimson, a defiant warrior born of her daughter's womb with a fiery stallion blessed with a spiral.
Waiting till he was close enough to hear her murmurings she spoke finally, as if the ice had slowly melted, waiting for this opportunity.
"As the winter does come to pass, so does my memories once more. I welcome thee Misfortune," she nodded with eyes never unchanging, though they held a sparkling glacial overtone combined with the sun's effect as it glistens upon a fresh snowfall.
So many things could be spoken this day. What though was left to fate spinning tales and memories like a silken strand of a spider's web.
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