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 Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 1:11 am
How was it that the weather always knew how to make a bad mood worse?
It was nearly the crack of dawn in the low forest plains of the kawani lands, amongst the evergreens and following the stream's winding path loped the stallion. It had been raining all night relentlessly, not that he could easily distinguish what time of day it was for the past weeks he'd wandered. The not so young stallion hadn't a faintest clue why he was wandering or what he was searching for...but to feel anything asides from the numbness which had settled into his very soul would be like a shining grace from the gods.
He'd never always felt so pathetic, but then again he'd been blissful in his world filled with love and devotion; of childlike antics that kept him oblivious that the peers he'd grown up with were turning into grandparents as their children became adults. Even his own neices and nephews were beginning to have kids, and it wasn't upon visiting his family after his heart had been shattered that he began to realize....he was old. The stiff joints and tiredness had swept over him like the collapse of a sea barrier, that he was not the foal he still believed he was. It was a rude awakening to say the least and had left him without much clarity, he had never really thought of the future when the present had been going so well.
Yet what made it worse was the fog, as his dark legs itched to run, itched for that feeling of freedom he got when the wind whipped against his face. Pausing to glance down at his darkened reflection in the stream, the stallion shook his head with a sigh heaving his broad chest.
"If ever i've needed a sign on what i'm supposed to be doing...now would be a perfect time." Something, anything to get his mind off his emotions, off his sorrows...and off of her and him.
Needless to say at this hour on an otherwise atrocious morning with the rain splattering against his dark pelt, he knew he would be wandering around for many a more hours before life would begin to come out if at all today.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 10:28 am
Warm tears seemed to blend well with the cold rain constantly beating against the dark mare's face as she looked up at the sky that was slowly coming to some amount of light. That light, though it was a sign that day was making its way through, the world would always seem to be a dark place to her.
How many countless times she had tried to keep her head above water to only sink, to build her heart and trust up again only to have to stomped on and collapsed, she had lost count and interest. Those memories were ones she never wanted to think back to, but day by day, they haunted over her, chaining her down and keeping her away from the light to her life. In her world, she believed there would never be a light at the end of her tunnel, yet a small piece of her still hung on to the small scrap of hope that maybe one day she would find it, maybe one day before it would be too late for her.
Deirdre's tired gray purple eyes tore away from the sky and slowly looked about as her surroundings. Trees and fog where all that lay around her. How fitting to the thoughts and play at how lost her world is.
"I guess I can't hang around in the cold all day, no matter how fitting it would be for me. At least some amount of warmth would be nice..."
With aching and cold stiff limbs from standing around so long, the mare continued on her way out of the forest. Though tired and stiff, Deirdre seemed to walk around with a ghost like grace, which was only complimented by her physical appearance and the fog, as she slowly made her way to unknown destinations and towards whatever life would have in store for her this time.
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 4:07 am
Deciding that he would receive no answers to his questions this morning, the stallion picked up his pace once again down the sides of the riverbank while hooves sunk slightly in the soft terra. His pace was silent, which would have normally been appreciated from his prior run in with a skinwalker...another wake up call he'd missed along the way, another set of painful memories and scars he could never erase now. A glance back to his hip bore the jagged and dull lines where fur no longer grew, to think he'd even gotten away was one thing that still amazed him and how greatful he was he'd always been a runner.
The rain had lightened ever so slightly as signs of dawn illuminated and dissolved some of the overlaying clouds above, yet the fog on the ground was still as thick as ever. Hunger pains had caused his pace to accelerate without him thinking about it, trotting swiftly into the fog.
Barely able to see but a foot or two infront of him, as Aiolos' heart began to race faster to accomodate his newfound pace...his legs began to move faster and faster as his mind drew more quiet and blank. He got this way every time he ran, the adrenaline sending him in a blissful high as his problems and concerns were drown out by the wind in his ears. Faster, faster he galloped through the quiet woods with barely a sound coming from his hooves impact as he ghosted across the land barely dodging trees and fauna.
Lost in this dreamlike bliss, Aiolos barely registered the sudden body appearing but a few short paces infront of him as his breath caught in his throat as the clear frame of the mare became visible. Unable to yell, the stallion slammed his hooves into the ground to tear up the soil as he attempted to stop in time not to completely barrel into the mare. She was too close, and he was going too fast....
Thinking on a dime which was what he was infamous for, when his chest collided with her side with enough force to push her; he quickly lowered his head across her back and attempted to hold her upright from the momentum.
With his chest heaving slightly as he tried to regain the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding on his breakneck stop; the stallion managed to breathe out a few words. "I....I am so...sorry! A-are you okay!?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:12 am
The gentle rhythms of the raindrop hitting against the features of the forest created a soft calming lullaby for creatures whole called the are their home. But though the singer's voice was as sweet as a serpent's trick, both the plants and animals could not deny what the high hours of the morning meant for them.
Forest flowers that both made their home on the floor and in the trees slowly started the show their colors to the welcoming mist of the morning rains as others started to close for their early slumber.
Little eyes and heads peeked from out from tree holes, bushes and little openings in the ground to scan their surroundings before daring to come out to scavenge for their morning meal, while others decided to laze around to see if the sky's gift would lighten up more before making their decision.
Deirdre’s ears lightly flicked with the mixed melodies of the sky’s tears and the creatures of the forest waking up or going to bed.
Her dead pale eyes watched the area around her to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally step upon someone as they scurried along. She knew she was larger than them, but that was no reason not to respect their space and right of way.
A pair of perky squirrels scurried their way around Deirdre's hooves as they ran across the path she was walking. As she watched a light giggle escaped her lips, an small light glowing in her eyes for just a second. However, her mood turned to confusion when the small mammals suddenly stopped and quickly made a beeline for the bushes.
There were no predators around that she knew of, or any rival pair around. So what could have sent them running?
Her answer came with the sound of pounding hooves hitting the rain moistened ground like a pair of war drums, a warning that something was to come, or maybe it was more like the sound of a spirit running, yearning to escape from whatever had caught it in its net. Whatever it was, it was heading Deirdre's way.
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No matter how fast the second long incident was in reality, it all played in slow motion in the mare's head. One minute she was running, the next she was a figure appear, then with in the next frame she felt jolts of lund shattering pain run through her nerves, but just as fast as the motions came, they vanished.
It took her a minute to register the stallion's voice and what he was questioning.
"I..I think.." She shook her head and took a minute to look around before turning her attention towards the large stallion.
Silence.
Deirdre blinked a few times before it clicked that she was almost torn down by a runaway stallion and now her was the one thing keeping her from falling over.
Her body began to shake with fear as a few escaping tears fell from her eyes. With sudden haste, her brain ignoring the slight pains traveling along her sides, she trashed to move away from the stallion and made her way to hide behind a tree near by.
Ever so slowly she peeked out from behind the trunk to watch the stranger with great curiosity and suspicion.
"I..I think I'm fine, or was for a minute."
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