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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 1:34 pm
Early morning's gentle glow cast an enchanting glimmer upon the bordering swamp. Subdued sunlight filtered down through an interlocking canopy, tangled limbs stretching their gnarled forms towards the nurturing light as creatures stirred from their long rest.
A comely mare of infinite grace made her way through the lands, cloven hooves seeming to caress the land beneath her.
The dainty mare paused, golden gaze with just a hint of amber brushing across the native swampland.
"Wild... This land is yet untamed." She murmured, her voice a stunning melody. A gentle sigh accompanied her quiet disclaim. "... How long can it survive the ravishing encroachment of the two-legged and their subjugates?"
In her heart, she knew that such violations of Nature's pristine elegance was inevitable... The creatures bred like rabbits, and were worse than Skinwalkers. They defied the natural balance- they destroyed without relent, not even nourishing themselves with their slaughter.
Their... gardens.
Naught more than a cultivated attempt at restoration... enclosed, trapped, allowed to flourish only so long as it pleased its master.
Shameful. Corrupt.
Why alter that which is already supreme?
"A harmonious existence... ah, obscene dissonance! Is there naught to be done?" Her mournful cry echoed softly, passion lending it prominence.
Anything... anything at all?
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:40 pm
 The voices were whispering. Urging the draft on under the diffused light of the early morning sun. The heavy falls of mammoth feet muffled by the soft cushion of silt that lined the banks of the muddy swamp he now called home.
It was a curious thing, his "invitation" into the kingdom of the brother's. The masked stallion had said stay, and so he had. His magic was appreciated, he was appreciated. It was a rare thing. He was used to be eared, perhaps even respected, but his personal flavor of spells had a bit of reputation. -Evil-, they said. Blanc didn't agree. He quite adored his friends on the other side and the gifts they'd shared with him.
Were still sharing with him.
A twist of a smile decorated the ivory mask of his face, bottomless eyes scanning the opposite banks of the scattered pools and cricks of the wetland kingdom he was wandering though. "It's close, no?" His voice was a hushed murmur.
His "friends" had woken him with the promise of a once in a blue moon treat, and he'd eagerly risen to the bait. Following their instruction until he was on the very edge of the water table. So far he had found nothing, but the whispering murmurs assured him that he was indeed close.
And then he heard it. A voice, a sorrowful cry of injustice and outrage.
"Ah, I see. How kind of you." The barest snicker of a laugh rang in his ears and then vanished. Leaving the stallion on his lonesome as he weaved through the gnarled trees, edging closer to the delicate mare.
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