|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 9:30 pm
For meeki, Cherie and myself.  The sky was dark, the inky blackness of the night seemed to encomber all things sucking it down into the depths of solitude. Everything was quiet, even the wind running down the plains held its breath. It was as if all sound had ben sucked out of the world.
The white stallion slowly walked through the valley plans, his own hoove beats echoing loudly in his ears. The rustle of his feathers against his back. The silver broach of the moon that held tight the cloak of night was hidden behind a thick veil of clouds this evening.
The stallion furrowed his brows, it was an ominios night. The calm before the storm. Spring was fast approching and with it the rains that would bring the warth and growth to the land, yet those clouds in the sky looked like they where swollen with more than just rain.
He walked quietly out into the open, the moons silver rayes poking holes in its sheild of cloud cover and sending dappled rays down onto the land below. It was all too still.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:18 am
 River walked along the plains with a smile on his face. The two kittens were still trailing him, intent on stalking his tail. Sadness loomed over him for a brief moment as he recalled the coyote having taken the mother as his evening meal. He wanted to ease the kittens sorrow as much as possible so instinctively he adopted them and set them about to follow him around.
Feeding them proved more difficult than he thought. Thankfully they didn't rely on their mother's milk anymore and while River loathed to kill any creature, the circle of life could not be ignored. For each mouse he would kill, he would be thankful for what they brought to the world, thank them for the life that they were giving to the kittens. If all creatures were meant to eat plants.. all creatures would eat plants. Such was not the way things were. The coyote ate their mother and they too, would eat perhaps the mother of some little creature at some point.The thought made the stallion thankful that he ate fruits, vegetables and grass.
Something in the distance caught his eye. It looked like another stallion, paler like himself. "Come on, little ones, let's go make a new friend," River called back as he made his way towards the other stalliong.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:10 am
Pumpkin Tart picked her way through the tall grass, a bit intimidated by the large gathering of Soquili in the clearing. She avoided the area, cutting around it to find somewhere a bit less inhabited. It wasn't that she didn't want to make friends, it was that she was not particularly good at it. She tended to stumble onto the wrong words to say, even if she'd meant what she said in the nicest way possible. She would much rather have come out at night, but that wasn't an option. Not right now. Not when there was a Skinwalker near her usual choice of residence. She definitely could not be caught sleeping.
Well, at least she thought it was a Skinwalker. It might just have been a coyote. She didn't feel like taking chances, though. Not after meeting a real one, before. That had been a rather brief meeting. Fortunately. She had absolutely no intentions of running into another. Oh no. Not if it could be avoided in any way. More pressing was the need to eat. She'd been so nervous that she hadn't stopped to graze in the last few days, imagining that she'd smelled something following her. She hadn't, of course. She'd just... thought she had. And that was enough. More than enough.
When not chased by phantoms, Pumpkin Tart was more inclined to sneak and loiter. She liked to watch others, to figure out how it was that one was supposed to act in a group situation. She had, unhappily, come to the conclusion that she just wasn't cut out for social situations. The niceties of manners and things were rather beyond her. Or, at least... she thought they were. Maybe they weren't? She'd certainly learned enough about what others said and did that perhaps she was not completely inept. That thought in mind, the strangely colored mare settled in to graze, her ears flicking forward at the sound of voices nearby.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:20 am
Deja slowly let his head drift down to the dew covered grass. Slowly nibbling on the tufts that he could reach. He wasnt really that hungery, but the grass was sweet and the dew made it easy to swollow. His ears flicked softly to the sound of hoovebeats near by and the quiet rustling of the grass. Lazily the stallion lifted his head, his wings flexing nervously as he looked for the sorce of the sound.
He spoted the pale stallion with hair trailing down onto the ground and pooling around him. He was like a spirit, a ghost immerging from the darkness. Deja managed a small smile and nodded his head politely to the stranger, be he friend or foe respect was still a verture. "Greetings." He called out as the stallion approched, two smaller figures playing with the hair that trailed behind him, It took him a long moment to see that they where two kittens swimming between the strands of hair.
Looking past the stallion he could make out an orange blot on the landscape, someone else out grazing quietly. The orange spec was far enough away that he couldnt tell if it was stallion or mare. The dappled rays of moonlight that casscaded through the clouds where also making it hard to judge the distance. His eyed turned back to the stallion as he steadily approched. Perhaps in the stillness of the night, would be time to make some new friends.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
