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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:58 am
Too long.
A curt sigh escaped the dirty stallion's lips, his head hung slightly as he trotted at a slow pace along the animal trails left in the ground in the woods. His mane had become tangled and dirt ridden, while mud stained his once azure leggings, he was tired and sore. Oh yes, each step was another step closer to home - and rest. His hooves cried to be relieved of the burden his weight pressed upon them, yet Twilight knew they would just have to wait.
Speaking of his family, a small smile found its way onto his lips as his long tail dragged slightly on the ground behind him. Oh how he adored them, but at the same time was fearful of returning. It had been an impulsive day when he ran away as a colt, how could he save the world when his father wouldn't even let him leave the proximity of the teepee without chasing after him? His sister didn't understand - she was too busy trying to be just as good as he and Kalm and never understood the bigger picture he could see in his head.
Not to mention she was better at nearly everything than he.
How were they? He couldn't quite remember Mother and Kalm as much...even as a colt they wern't around...it had always just been Father, Twilight and Az. With Kalm out of the picture to keep Kale on his hooves chasing him, Twilight found it near impossible to answer the call of nature which began to egg him on more strongly as the days went by. The winds whispered his name, the skies called for him and even the soil below his hooves groaned with anticipation.
With even his heart calling back to the unknown...he had left to save the world.
A long journey it had been too, meeting such a vast array of creatures in need, seeing all the sights and the wonder of nature. It stole his breath away to witness such marvels...ones which he couldn't even imagine stuck back at home. Yes...he missed his family...yet something about his new, nomadic, free and heroic lifestyle calmed his soul as he felt...complete. Even his body seemed to agree, he had grown so much since leaving...becoming the strong stallion he always told his father he would be someday.
Would Kale still be proud of his son now?
Tossing his head back as brilliant blue orbs stared up to the path ahead, he wondered how much longer it actually was to the old teepee. Hopefully his memory was serving him well in directing him....since he didn't have a clue to where he was going.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:27 am
The sun shone gently on a silver shape moving through the forest paths. Sibalto paced along, not a care in the world. The grass was rich and nearly hock deep as he paced along, tickling his legs. He snorted and flicked his tail, shaking his head. His reins jingled, calling his attention to it... Makeing him think about the saddle on his back.. The land he had come from, the woman who had put the tack on him... How he had come here...
Sibalto had been born in spain, to a white mare with gentle eyes. Two-leggers had taken charge of him almost immediately, breaking him to halter... Teaching him to come along where they lead... Act like a gentleman... To bow to bridle and bit, accept the saddle... They trained him to perform his gaits and respond to their cues, and sold him to a spanish man...
And by age three he had passed through a number of hands, his reputation growing with each passing owner. By now he was ill-tempered, wild, unbreakable, untamable... Viscious even.. And when mistreated, he became what they said he was.
But Taria Cromwell had seen something in the spirted stallion who none could handle... She had gentled him.. Had bought him from the horse-trader and treated him with gentleness... And gained his trust... When pressed into her unwanted marriage she cut off her hair and dressed like a boy... And she and her dappled stallion set out for the boat to the new world.
He remembered his arrival here with considerable more fondness than his early years... Here he had made many friends with the Kiwani natives horses... Taria had been injured and sent back to her homeland, but her stallion remained here... Slowly he sought out the other horses... Learning about them... Some were fantastic colors, some painted, or decorated... Mares, stallions and foals... Firefly....
The thought of his mate made the dappled stallion rear and whinny happily. His beautiful lady... The lovely Firefly, dark coated with red and silver markings... She alone had his heart. Now he had a mate and a kind Kiwani owner, Tashika.. And was happy... Happy to wander through the lush forest and..
Another Soquili? He tilted his head and considered the scents on the wind. A stallion... His ears flicked back and forth.. Would he be friendly?
"Hello?" Sibalto called, tilting his head and waiting for a reply...
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 10:16 am
Hello...?
A voice....immediately Twilight paused in mid step and curved his ears up to try and pinpoint the location to which the voice had come from. Usually he was quite alone on these walks...yet it seemed his return from the mountians into the highly populated forests he should have been expecting a run in with someone. Needless to say he'd never had much interration with other soquili...never had he made a friend, seeking his company from bugs and small creatures.
Pondering for a short moment wether or not to answer the call, he gave a small sigh as his tail flicked a stray fly from landing on his muddy hip.
"I'm here...."
He called out, turning in the direction he hoped would lead him to the voice - which he managed to tell by the tone that it was infact a male. With his hooves making a hollow beat as it stepped onto the soil, the ebony and blue stallion pushed his body through some dense foliage before catching sight of life!
Raising his brows, immediately his attention was captured to that strange contraption harnessed to his head and his back. It was an odd dark chestnut in hue...yet had on small glittering objects which reminded him much like the stars in the sky - or even the fireflies near the marshes. Tempted to bluntly ask what on earth that was, he decided that he had to uphold his polite demeanor.
"Its...nice to meet you. My name is Twilight..."
Elegantly dipping his head low as his turquois tipped locks fell around his hooves, brilliant blue eyes shifted back up to the grey and brown etched stallion before him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 5:48 pm
Sibalto was about to go striding through the wood in search of the stranger, when the stranger appeared before him. A brightly colored stallion -which if he hadn't become used to the idea would have shocked him- strode out of the brush and bluntly introduced himself.
With a slight bow of his head, the silver stallion regained his composure and smiled a charming, welcoming smile. "Greetings, Twilight? It is a pleasure to meet you... I am Sibalto..."
Well.. The day was already looking up! A new Soquili and he hadn't even been wadering that long. He tilted his head and considered the stallion, quite sure he had never seen him before.
"I am sorry if my wandering disturbed you." He offered to kill the silence.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 1:58 pm
With eyes still residing on the saddle, Twilight quickly looked back into the eyes of the other male. It had been a while since he'd met someone new; especially being back from his childhood travels across the world. Being home was something else, but actually seeing others in this area was quite shocking! To think he'd actually had to search as a foal to no avail to find others; when he merely stumbled upon this stallion by accident now!
Things sure had changed.
"Sibalto...Heh. The pleasure is indeed all mine." He shook his head quite calmly, flicking his tail absently. "No....Its hard to dirturb someone when they're not doing anything at all." Musing, a thought struck him, he was actually doing something; searching for his family he'd left way when he was a colt. Yet the company he'd been given now certianly could be dwelled in a while before he continued his journey home.
"I mean not to be rude....but what exactly is protruding from your back?" His quizzical look once more was directed back to the mysterious saddle on his back.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:14 am
About to comment on how one could be doing 'nothing' -especially when one was obviously walking through the woods and in search of something- Sibalto clamped his teeth on the words and grinned instead. It never failed. Every Soquili he met on this side of the water had never seen a saddle and bridle before, and often he was the one explaining it...
"It's called a saddle." He murmed with a grin. "Its made of leather, and it is merely strapped on me, not 'protruding'... It and the bridle -the thing on my head- are tools of the two-leggers in my native land. It helps them stay on my back -for some were awful riders- and communicate with me... I wear it as a reminder of my homeland, and the first owner I had whom I was fond of... She went back over the sea with the rest of the pale-faces..."
He hung his head for a moment, letting the reins resettle on his neck. "It is not very uncomfortable, for I'm used to it..."
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