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 Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 12:16 am
 Duer[color=saddlebrown][/color]
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 12:31 am
Everything seemed quiet now, the world seemed to be sapped of it's colour. Whatever he'd done to deserve this fate, Duer was sure that he deserved it, at least. A girl like that would not just walk out on her stallion without good reason. It never would have worked, but he still loved her. Still thought kindly of her.
Maybe some day there would be another mare. Right now though... she was all he could think of. It was like when he had first fallen for her, only instead of elation and joy all that was left too him was loneliness and remorse.
It was not clear to him any more when he had started walking, every thing had sort of depended into an odd fuzz for a few days now. Each event blurring together seamlessly in his mind until he was hardly even sure if there had been a snow storm the night before or if it had all just been something he suspected might happen later today. It was clear enough, though, that he was walking in some rather large, rather slow circles. Always coming back to his home, never straying far enough away that if he snapped out of it he would not be able to simply go back to his normal life.
Maybe that was the problem. There was nothing to snap him out of it or make him want to return to his day to day ventures. Visiting his father, Cole, had crossed his mind, but what would he do? Hey, dad, I broke up with that fabulous mare I was bragging to you about. I guess those grand kids you wanted so badly are off the table again. Disappointment. Even now, so far away from his father's favorite stream he could see that expression of sorrow on his face. He wouldn't intend to make it, but he would. Duer knew he would.
He stepped on a twig but did not notice the cracking sound it made. He needed a change of pace. A change in location. A new face to talk too that was not related to any of this tragedy that had befallen him. Maybe if he stopped walking in circles he would find that face.Male or female, friend or lover, it hardly mattered. Anyone willing to just sit and talk about something that was not this.
He stopped, then slowly raised his head to look around. It was impossible to say when it had happened, but he really had stopped walking in circles somewhere back there. The scenery around him now was strange, not a place he recognized. He was not even sure that he would be able to find his way home from here without help.
A smile crossed his face, and a small glimmer of hope found him. Maybe, without even really knowing that he was looking for it, he had found his way out after all.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 12:58 am
He had come to a valley, cut off from much of the outside world. Some of the plants and flowers he recognized, but others were only a little similar, or different all together. The whole place had it's own scent, he suspected it was because of those strange flowers. It was tempting to nibble at them, but one could never be too careful with strange fare.
He kept walking, smiling a bit to himself now as he gazed at the wonderful scenery around him. He could no see it from here, but he knew there was a waterfall. The sound of it roared through the woods and echoed off the valley walls. There would be no locating it based on sound alone. He would need to find the stream and follow it back to it's source. There was never a day where he did not appreciate the beauty of a water fall. Something about the power really struck at his imagination. The occasional rainbows formed in the mist helped a fair bit too, though he would never admit it.
The trail split and he took the path heading down the slope. Water was always at the lowest point, even if it sounded like it was coming from the other way. Sure enough, soon he came upon the stream he had been hoping for. It flowed westward, so he turned his back on it's destination and began following it upstream.
"You know," he laughed to himself, talking to the stream. "I would not have minded if I had been born to one of those water dwellers. There must be so much beneath your depths that those of us stuck up here on the surface could never even dream of. I wonder, though, if there are things as beautiful as water falls down there. Some how, I doubt it. What with it being underwater already..."
Right up ahead the stream widened and pooled. He couldn't see the water fall from his angle but the sound was becoming louder with every step he took. It was there, right there. The stream took a bend and he followed it. As he passed the trees lining the side of the stream the water fall came into view.
"Oh, you are something," he smiled. "I wonder if you have a name." The practice of naming things had always seemed a bit strange to Duer. They could never answer to their names, after all. At the same time though, it gave them a life, a personality, that they would not have without it. And there was the small fact that it was easier to tell someone about a landmark when it was named. That small, tiny fact.
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