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 Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 2:27 am
A blend of grays and tans blended itself upon a bed of leaves at night, where the moon's light penetrated so deeply and still through the wood's trees. The stallion had many sleepless nights before, isolated from society, and this would be yet another one. It did not matter, for he was accustomed to this, especially in his days of youth.
He shifted and then let his eyes float towards the glow of the white sphere above. Lately, he had been no stranger to the world; he encountered several others, had light conversations, and even found some similarities... But that did nothing to fulfill his life. Perhaps the wildness that resided innately within would never be quelled, never be satisfied. He whipped his head around as if to shake something off, and got up slowly. A walk around the perimeter of the woods would be nice--something that he did often to cure his restlessness.
And so he trudged on with a silent body, careful to not drag attention to himself. He was in tune with the woods, and so the woods kept him safe in turn, kept his movements quiet. His long tail moved fluidly behind him, just a sliver off of the ground--this position, along with his posture held up high were the only things that dignified him from an outside surveillance.
"Why must you keep glaring down at me, as if I had committed a crime too heinous to recall?" the stallion spoke out, icy eyes turned towards the moon, making it apparent who he was vocalizing to. He sighed and let no time for it to speak back as he continued walking along with the trees. He was oblivious to all company with him, and that suited him--for the moment.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 2:57 pm
 The stillness of the night pleased Fiore, the silence of the world. She often thought that at night, the very leaves in the trees slept, dared not rustle in more than hushed tones. The night was when the world came alive, despite the silence. The moon above glowed, and below it, every surface reflected it in some manner. Though the leaves and grass could not mirror the orb the way water could, the dull answering glow on their surface spoke of reflections, of bouncing the silvery light into the darkened air around them.
Through these silver-stroked entities wandered the mare, her hoof-falls disturbing the peace, especially when the pearls circling her rump fell to the rhythm and set up a protest. Though a disturbance when moved, it had to be admitted that they gave something to the image, for the mare almost glowed, her white form catching at the moonlight, her pearl strands and mask glinting, and her hair falling in slightly ruffled ringlets.
Idly she surveyed the area around herself, and perked her ears when a stranger's voice caught at the cool air. So, she wasn't the only one about?
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 2:43 am
The moon never answered back. How could such a large, omnipresent sphere hanging in the sky hold answers to anything? But it had answered to the stallion's company, for the moon was always there when one would expect it to come up from the ground, and it would always be one's companion during these night strolls.
A pure white glimmer caught the stallion's peripheral, and for a moment, he thought it to be the moon. But what would it be doing on the ground? His head turned in the direction, and stillness then captured his entirety.
It was close enough to be distinguished that it was a mare, and one that radiated so purely that it very much seemed like a vision from a dream. Could something so divine be grounded on this earth?
The male uni didn't dare disturb the path the other walked on, but something pulled at his feelings to stray closer. He wavered on either idea--travelling towards the female to intrude, or staying frozen in place, letting whatever pass pass. His emotions were trapped, and perhaps it was the unresponsive nature of the moon that caused him to act so uncertainly.
With his usual courage, he stepped out of his path and strode towards hers calmly, eyes focused and attracted to her white beauty while looking for signs of discomfort, for it was a possibility that his presence would be known and unwanted by such a mare.
"Out very late tonight, fair lady..." he spoke softly and quietly into the still air.
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