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Post by trill on May 29, 2009 15:47:52 GMT -5
Toxic [/color] Fearless Heart.[/center] Dry grass crunched under my light steps as I cantered into the vast land of the fire kingdome. The air was permeated with the reak of smoke and it clung to my toung with a sooty tast. This land was different then the first place I had come to. Where the 'claiming lands' had been fresh and bright with green grass and blue skys. This territory was dry and dark. The grass was burnt in wide patches and the bushes and trees had singes all threw them. The sun was setting which casted a red hugh over the land. It reminded me of that stallion I had first met. Harsh and crackly on the outside and yet eyecatching and fearce at the same time. I released a deep sigh and slowed to a walk. I regreted making that Shattered leave me a lone. At first it had been something that I had wanted, simply for the stag to leave me a lone. Nothing good ever came out of trusting a stallion. But this Shattered was different then any other I had met. He had been the one who had left me. I hefted out another sigh. And he had been the one to lodge himself within my mind.
I bid you fairwell maiden His last words still spoken to me echoed in my head. Even when I had been suck a bitch to him he had had the patients to be kind. Days went by and on one cloudless afternoon I saw a doe and a fawn in a far off field. They were so peaceful but the eyes of the doe had been what really cought my attention. The look she had on her face when she looked down at her fawn had my heart catching in my throat. Those eyes had been filled with love and belongingness. Something that I had never had myself, never a loving mother or a loving father. My neck lowered at my thoughts of the past. That was why I had decided to willingly walk into the home of the Shattered. My life was incomplete something was missing inside of me. What I had been doing so far in my life just didn't seem right anymore. I wasn't making anything of myself and neather was I happy. I needed change, and a drastic change at that. Hurling the top half of my body up into the air I let out a scream that I knew would carry strongly threw the land. This was my step into the future, and I vowed to regret nothing anymore.
Word Count; 436
Comment; She is back. Mainly because I like posting with you ha.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on May 29, 2009 23:27:43 GMT -5
Shattered
For what will never be...
The splattered stag wasn’t alone it seemed, as the tiny hairs within his snowy auds picked up the faint beats of equine daggers. Unluckily the wind brought his little knowledge if the newcomer, whether mare or stallion remained to him a mystery as of now. His thick boa lit upwards, away from his meager meal of heated stalks. Nares widened and he set out, daggers crunching upon the withered and dry bracken, claws dragging upon his pelt from the sagging blackberry patches, their rose-thorned branches laden with their burden of fruit.
Crown turned, his bod still suddenly as he brought all his senses towards the new problem, not necessarily a bad thing, just a new situation to evaluate and sort through. Daggers brought his sturdy form forward, muscular limbs dark with withheld sweat, for in the meager shade you deem what little sanity there lies in the sun’s gaze. With a skipping bound he brought his form into a swinging three-beat. Stalks crispy beneath his creamy daggers, cooked by the sun. All this triggered by a sole sound, the sound of a single equine, voice ringing with an eerily familiar tone.
This stallion had only heard that voice recently, but it had forever been etched into his memory. Well anything other then Sky, Resheph or Art’s voices brought him interest, for he knew their now uninteresting voice boxes. With a deep bellow he answered, wishing to show his presence as he neared the nameless femme, the one he had meet no less then several moon rises ago. Silk rippled against the ground, racing past with flutters and flips as his daggers left the earth, propelling his form forward as dark, mahogany pillars lay before his invisible path. He paid them little heed, knowing that they had lain there for over a moon as of today. With a rumble of lightened ground and soaring veil of risen soil he came to a halt, diluted sky orbs now resting upon the ebony femme.
“We meet again maiden” He breathed, barrels rising with a steady beat. In out, in out. Undisturbed by his dramatic entry. He offered her a small dip of acknowledgment, polite respect to the wandering soul. Why had she come to his land? There where many dangerous beings here for a newcomer though he smiled at his thoughts. Always the same concerns, always about everyone but himself. For he had thought somewhat of the same things when he had first meet her, deep in the claiming veil of the elementals.
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