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 Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 3:28 pm
The sky was dim, full of mean-looking clouds. No animals were in sight, and a rough breeze blew right through the dull blades of grass. Bad weather was coming, and most things, either small or large, had gone and taken shelter already. That was most though... But definitely not all.
Quite alone, his cropped white mane and tail blowing rapidly in the breeze, a brown-speckled stallion sat against a mossy rock formation, his head down on the ground and his eyelids half-covering his eyes. He looked very morose and like he didn't really have a care in the world. At the same time, he looked lonely, as well as guilty, which is probably why most stayed away from him. Bad moods were very easy to catch, and this situation was no different.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out, brown eyes looked around some, watching the winds take over. He wasn't going to move, and no one was around to make sure he did. That was just what he was hoping for though.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 8:43 pm
 A gloomy day was enough to assure her that a storm was rolling in, slow but powerful in its menace. It was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine, and even the earth beneath her small hooves seemed to shrink away from the oncoming misery. How strange for these fields to carry such strong feelings of desolation and solitude, but the familiarity to her own home was not missed on the older mare. The mountains could often be unforgiving, yet, like this place, there was a feral and wild beauty to them that calmed her wandering spirit. Flicking her braided tail, the unicorn shifted against the wind with only the jangle of chains to announce her movements... not that she assumed any where around.
The stallion might have missed her frozen eye had he not stuck out so sharply against the sickly green of moss against crumbling stone, and Feryal stood silent to observe him. Her gaze had softened subtly with both interest and concern, and she wondered perhaps if the fellow was ill. "It would be wise to seek shelter before the storm comes." She spoke softly to him, a gentle suggestion if anything. The rains would be cold, and it would be much easier for him to catch a chill under such conditions. Then, in a weakened state, disease had no qualm with settling in... and things rarely got better from there.
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