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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:16 am
 The lone stallion trudged slowly through the dew covered grass. It's on smooth, crimson hooves were now coated with a light layer of damp mud. Low lidded blue eyes, just weeks before bright and happy, were void of emotion, staring straight ahead of him through the field, to a path unseen and unknown even to him. His once proud, fiery wings now hung low, draped around his body, keeping in any of the body heat that his heavy coat couldn't against the cool morning air.
Winston could recall when he had started this dreary, lonely journey across these lands. How long had he been walking? Days? Weeks? How long had it been since she shattered his heart with her cool, uncaring words? Never before had he met someone as lovely as her. And he had met many before her. He'd string them along, saying all the right words. Then, he'd move on to another, just as easily as he had done before. She hadn't let him though. She had captivated him. She was different than the rest. She was a true loss.
'Best not to think of her,' Winston mentally reminded himself, yet couldn't help but continue his train of thought. She haunted his mind ever since she left. It drove him into this depression. Why couldn't he move on?
Winston couldn't remember the last time that he let himself sleep. He hadn't allowed himself to rest since he'd started walking. If his thoughts during the day were this bad, he feared what his sleep would bring. The nightmares. So, he walked.
Ever since, he had thoughts of rejoining with the heavens. Leaving the Soquili lands to return to the place he believed that he came from. There he could find peace. But that would be giving up. Not something that a usually proud male like him would resort to doing. So he held out in hopes that something, anything would change. Maybe she'd change her mind about him? Maybe he'd snap out of it and find another willing, good hearted mare to fall for all over again?
He still had some hope left in him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 5:10 pm
 A single mare stood on the grassy null, her wings spread out to soak up the morning sun. The air around the Angeni was crisp and chilly, for the sun had not yet warmed the day. Beneath her the ground was damp with the fresh morning dew; the grass still held the small drops of water on its long green stems. With her eyes half closed, she relaxed in the warm rays of the sun. Her long dark blue mane with a slight purple tint swirled around her with the slight breeze, covering her eyes and tickling her back.
It was peaceful. It was a different world early in the morning; when one gazed upon the rising sun, they are filled with a sense, a sense of hope, of new beginnings, of a time to let go of the past and welcome the new day with open wings.
Isabliss smiled as the sun peeked his head over the mountains and a feeling of spread throughout her body. She never missed a sunrise, not since her mother left when Isabliss was just a foal.
“Hello old friend. I am glad to see your smiling face and feel your warming rays. You are always there, watching me on all my travels. Sun, you are like the father I never had, only dreamed about when I closed my eyes.”
Her words filled the empty morning air, which was soon filled with the chirps of birds as they woke to welcome the sun to a new day. They took flight into the cloudless sky, doing loops in the air and spreading their tiny wings, loving the freedom of flight the wings on their backs gave them.
Below the null, a meadow stretched until it reached the base of the mountains where a river supplied by snow melt, flowed across the land and into lands far beyond. Across from where the mountains stood, a dark green forest that contained many secrets rested. A dark speck moved slowly through the mud filled grassy meadow. From where Isabliss stood she could not see what the speck was, maybe it is just a figment of my imagination. Or a dream perhaps?
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 12:26 pm
Winston continued on his unknown past, unaware of the other Angeni watching the sunrise in the distance.
He felt his body waring down on him and wondered how long he could keep going without any sleep. It felt as though he could collapse at an moment.
Lifting his head wearily, Winston looked up at the Sunrise as it spread it's warm light over the dreary field he was walking through. He sleepily closed his eyes, feeling the tingle of the Sunlight over his face. Even in his depressive state, he couldn't help but to think that it was going to be a lovely day today.
Winston usually didn't walk with his eyes closed for a reason. And when his hoof came upon a pesky rock, his eyes flew open as he felt himself tumble to the ground. 'That was... graceful.' Winston thought sarcastically. Deciding to stay down, Winston rolled onto his side, and contemplated trying to fall asleep. His body didn't have much energy left in it, and even his mind was ready to give into a light slumber. 'But the dreams...' Looking up at the sky, Winston sighed and laid his head down. If sleep came to him, then so be it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:26 pm
It was time to leave her grassy null and continue on with her wanderings, but before she began her decent down into the field below, the speck that was just there a second before, vanished into thin air. Curious, but shaking off the feeling, she continued down the hill, cautiously placing her hooves on the solid ground, not wanting to slide down the hill in a mudslide. The sun was rising faster now in the distance and it was shinning its rays on the grey Angeni as she walked among the tall grass. Minutes pasted, and then an hour, but she kept on her way. Stillness surrounded her, no sound beside that of her breathing and the wind whistling through the glass.
Isabliss stopped where she stood to take in the beauty of the new day, every day started the same with the sun rising, but each sun rise was different; the colors, the reflections off the clouds, the location, each day was never the same. She enjoyed the way the wind rustled her hair, how the grass tickled her legs, and how the sun warmed her body; she could not help but smile at the mere thought of being alive and in a world that was so much like a dream one would mistake it for one. Reality was the dream and the dream was reality.
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