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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 7:42 pm
Cleite huffed softly, flaring his wings with a definitive wince. He’d known it would hurt. It was all thanks to his cousin as well. But he’d had to protect him after the silly fool had tried to put the moves on another taken mare. Pure had seemed almost repentant that time, almost. For a little while. It hadn’t taken him long to get over his mild case of almost-apologetic though. And then he’d vanished off again, chasing more girls no doubt.
The small wind stallion sighed, his head drooping as he looked at the prints in the soft earth. Why did Pure insist on doing this? He tired of walking, he truly did. There was so much more ground to cover when he was actually on it rather than when he was above it. He did like that he’d met a few people who did not seem inclined to maul him for his relation to the obviously annoying Pure. It was a nice change. But a stallion or two to have spoken to for a few minutes did not entirely make up for how tired his feet were currently. He hadn’t realized hooves could hurt. But they did. Maybe it was just that he relied too much on his wings. But he was smaller, weaker, slower than Pure. How else was he to keep up if he didn’t play to his sole advantage?
What did he see in those mares anyway? What could possibly be worth so much trouble, so much risk? And all the time? Really? He understood what love was. He understood infatuation pretty well too. But all the time? With so many? And with so much trouble to follow? Honestly? Why?
Maybe if he’d met a girl… no. No way did he just think that. Pure had said as much! That Cle needed to loosen up and meet someone. Not a chance, no way, was he going to just go along with what his cousin suggested. “When I find him I am going to explain to him exactly…oh what’s the point…” he grumbled, his rather less windblown and more notably tangled tail swishing irritably. Pure never listened. He never had and it was beginning to seem like he never would. But he’d have to try. He always had to try. Pointless though it might seem, maybe it would eventually get through to him. Maybe. He had to try. It was all he could do…
The purple stallion paused, looking around curiously. It felt like he might not be alone, which was an odd sensation given how hard it was to be with others while he was airborne. At least he could still get away if need be, though his wing would hardly thank him for flying right now. He’d had a brief flight earlier, that was…more than enough to get it upset with him.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 5:02 am
Ambling along at a leisurely pace through the forest, the pink mare's hooves automatically followed the familiar trail through the forest.
The ground she trod on was warm and sturdy, smoothed down from countless travelers' footsteps. The path had existed through the dense trees since the very birth of the forest, and she knew it inside out with her eyes shut. Here and there, a crack appeared through the dusty brown, the result of a parched summer the previous year. Tree roots invaded around the edges, their tendrils tenderly tasting the well-worn ground, as though just waiting for the moment when the animals would stop their travels and the trail would be theirs to claim.
Swallows dived gracefully overhead, chirping out their bright songs while performing aerobatics Sakura could not even dream of ever being able to accomplish. Warm sunlight dappled the floor, shining brightly through the green canopy overhead. The entire walkway seemed to glow with luminosity. Trees grew all around her, their trunks old and gnarled into a multitude of shapes. Everything here belonged, from the faint buzz of some unseen insect to the sweet smell of new plant growth, it all wove together into the perfect harmony of nature.
And yet the mare took note of none of this. Her mind wandered up the clouds, at heights much higher than her sturdy wings could ever hope to reach. She dreamed of a glade with a large pond beside it. Everything seemed serene, from the lapping of the water against the bank to the wind weaving its way melodiously through the trees. A large group of foals, some older and some younger, broke through the relative silence. Their whinnies and playful shrieks flooded the air, yet the song they wove spelled a picture of perfect bliss to the older mare standing nearby. A tall, proud stallion stood by her side, gently nuzzling her mane affectionately. These two were Sakura's parents, and the group of foals her siblings.
For a moment, Sakura's heart surged with joy, only to be replaced by a feverish longing. That was how life had used to be, surrounded by joy. As a foal, she hadn't had a care in the world. But now that was gone. Her mother was dead, her father... who knows what had happened? He had promised to come back, but had vanished. And her siblings had all wandered off to live their own lives. Yet Sakura remained, living at their birthplace. Always waiting, waiting for her father to return. Yearning for that sense of belonging, for her family. I miss them... The thought sliced through her heart like the flash of a dagger. A low sigh escaped her. Why couldn't she turn back time? Home wasn't... well... home without others.
But what could she do? Her chest constricted tightly one last time before she managed to subdue the longing. But the longing was not only for her old life, but to belong anywhere. She wanted friends. She wanted a mate and a family of her own. Raising her head with a faint spark of determination, she took a deep breath. Chin up. Don't regret anything. Make your own life. Those had been her parents wise words, and she treasured them now.
Drawn into her thoughts as she was, Sakura did not notice the stallion until she had almost collided with him head-on. "Oh... er... Hi!" She stumbled, fumbling to collect her thoughts as she was jarred back to reality. "Sorry for almost running you over. I'm Sakura."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 9:43 am
The trail was worn, at least that was a mercy. He disliked walking, and a treacherous hill of loose stone and earth was just a disaster waiting to happen as far as he was concerned. Grace and agility were his in the air, he was quick and strong and talented so long as he was flying. On the ground. Well. On the ground he was small and maybe average at his best as far as speed went. As for grace, well, he usually didn’t actually trip over his own hooves, though stumbles were less infrequent than he was totally happy with.
After his moment of consideration, he’d thought he heard someone or something, the Wind shrugged it off. He was in the forest. There were probably many, many other creatures about in this area. It was a far cry from the wind, often empty, expanses of sky. Still, he couldn’t help but peer curiously about himself, watching the trees, the brush, seeking some sign of movement. A little darting sparrow, or a scampering squirrel, surely there was something there.
Though instead of the surroundings he was walking through, Cleite clearly should have been watching the place he was walking on. Tree roots, while not quite as difficult as shifting stones, could be equally treacherous if one was not paying them the proper attention. A hoof snagged on a particularly twisted root, and the Wind, not totally at home on the ground in the best of scenarios, found himself taking the next few steps decidedly more quickly than he’d intended to as he sought to catch his balance. He succeeded, but only just before apparently stumbling into someone. His first impression, upon looking up from where he’d been watching his hooves to be sure they weren’t finding more roots, was of a soft and lovely shade of pink. Like springtime flowers.
Cleite took a hasty step back as the mare apologized, feeling a bit uncomfortably too close for a first encounter with someone. See. This was why it was better to fly. Fewer accidents. And less clumsiness on his part. “Oops! Uhm, hello,” he tried to recover with a friendly smile. A friendly, not flirtatious, stupid Pure, and polite greeting tended to smooth over most meetings rather nicely as far as Cleite was concerned. So far it had worked well for him… Or. Well. It worked wonderfully when the person he was meeting was not already furious with his kin and therefore by default, himself as well. “My name is Cleite. It’s a pleasure to meet you, though I am glad I didn’t walk into you. I apologize as well, I’m a bit…clumsy… on the ground,” the Wind admitted with a weak chuckle, inviting her to laugh at his shortcoming in an attempt to help break the metaphorical ice. “I suppose that means neither of us were properly watching where we were going then. No harm done though, I hope?”
Certainly she was lovely, the soft white of her mane and the pale color of her eyes reminding him rather strikingly of his own mother. He did miss home a bit, missed her. But he had a task to do, which she herself had instructed of him. And he was going to do it. Even if Pure was driving him half out of his mind… oh! She had a horn, a gold spiraling horn. Was she a unicorn? He’d never met one before, they were supposed to be great healers weren’t they? Or…wait. Wings too. She had wings. Unicorns didn’t have wings, did they? He was pretty sure they walked on the land, and with far more grace than he did too…but her tail was all sleek and soft-fluffed at the tip and he had heard that was the sort of tail a unicorn had… “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but…” Cleite hesitated, caution warring with curiosity for a moment before the question seemed to blurt itself out all of its own accord. “Your horn. Are you a unicorn? I’ve just…never seen a horn like that, it’s quite lovely and…” Wait, what did he just say? That sounded…like something Pure would tell a girl! Gah! “I’ve just never seen a horn like that before. Antlers yes, but never a spiraling horn,” Cleite tried desperately to cover-up his small slip. He refused to behave in any way like Pure did. The very idea…ugh. He wouldn’t mention the tail. No need to say he’d noticed her tail. That felt like it would be rude as well.
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