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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:14 pm
 "Why are you leading me this way..." She murmured, mostly to herself. Matar was confused. Why were the stars leading her in such directions? She tilted her head, peering up toward the night sky with bright eyes. What were they trying to tell her? Frowning, the mare shifted to slowly pace back and forth, her eyes lingering on the stars above her. She had always trusted them to send her in the proper direction; always trusted them to keep her safe and on the right path. But for the first time, she questioned this. She was questioning what was going on. Why they were reading to send her into an area she knew to already be covered in snow and ice.
Sighing out, she saw her breath on the cool night air. Her eyes flickered down to the grass, where she let her hoof drag lightly against it, disrupting the crystals on the surface of the green blades. She shook her head slowly, before moving forward once more. She may as well get to where the stars wanted her to be, before the sun started to rise. She had to make sure that she got there, or else she'd be in danger. There was one point she ignored the stars, and during that time, she had hurt herself, almost broken one of her legs. Since then she had never ignored the stars again.
So, she trudged forward, her head held high. Matar felt her hat shift over her head, and flicked her ears up, frowning slightly and peering as far back as she could; which only really let her see her hair. She sighed some, before shaking out her body, a small shiver running down her spine as she moved forward. "I can do this... Just some cold." She murmured, her eyes determined.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:36 pm
 The night was certainly a cold and chilly one. Perfect for the stallion laying under the snow covered spruce. Which branches started far up its rough and steady trunk. He shifted his head lightly, causing his whole body to cause the snow to crunch a little around him. Dante let out a light grunt, slowly exhaling through his nostrils, the thick visible are steaming upward, toward the spruces needles. Visablility was high, for the sky was clear. However the stallion himself would not know this. His eyes binned by both cloth and ice, he slept. Dante's sleep was that of a light one and the slightest noise made his ears twitch forward and back. Field mice, which stirred under the snow, chattered and scurried away. The owls who where high up in the trees. Watched and waited for their chance at the little creatures. He let out a great sigh, fearing that he would never get any rest. It was then he spoke quietly and angrily to himself, " Blind? I should of been born deaf". In the distance a few coyotes started to howl. Feeling a little Leary the stallion stood up. The moon glistening off of his blue silvered coat. He began to wonder out into the snow, carefully walking along the trail he came to that tree on. Being deep into the thicket small trees rubbed against his legs and belly. Dante knew as long as he could feel those trees he was well protected and safe from any surprise attacks at least. Not that he was a small stallion, standing 17.2 hands high. It was just easier for him to prepare himself for any surprise attacks.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:00 pm
 Matar moved quietly; or as quietly as she could. She could feel her hooves crunching in the snow. Letting her eyes drift from the sky, she stared down toward the snow and ice. Somewhat startled, the mare lifted a hoof, eyes flickering. This was new. Matar had never before felt snow or ice. It was something new to know of. She let her head lower, sniffing at the ice and snow for a moment, before lifting her head. Smiling some, she lifted her hooves, standing on her hind legs, and kicked up some of the snow. She liked this cold stuff! She felt like a filly again!
Shaking out her mane, and breathing out warm, visible air, the mare smiled. She moved foward again, letting the stares once more guide her steps. Her head tilted though, when she realized they wanted her to stop. Stop... Here? What was here? Lowering her eyes, Matar glanced around, until she spotted something moving in the distance. At first, she thought it was just some snow falling off a tree. But the streaks of gold proved that to be untrue. Tilting her head the other way, Matar moved forward slowly, cautiously. She observed the creature moving. It was another Soquili, from what she could tell. And he wasn't small. He seemed to be taller than she was, at the very least. Wiggling her nose, the mare sniffed at the air, trying to catch wind of his smell, but the snow made her nose feel all clogged, and she couldn't get any smell to enter her system.
So, the mare nodded her head. She would just have to go introduce herself! Moving forward slowly, Matar stared. She realized rather quickly that there was no way he would see her. She could make out the sight of the ice and cloth. It worried her. Was he living so long within this cold area that it made him grow ice over his body? She frowned a bit, letting her mind contemplate the idea, before shaking her head some. Clearing her throat, more so to let her presence be known so that he wouldn't be as startled, Matar took another step toward him. "Hello?" Frowning, she tried to hold back her frustration. She could do better than that for an greeting! Of course, she was also worried that she would startle the stallion... which wouldn't be good.
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