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Post by horsespirit on Jul 17, 2009 14:19:38 GMT -5
Night watched as the fae came from the water and he stood stone still. He listened to her talk in her emotionless way, she gave him back what he gave her. She had cut herself off like him, but he was also thinking of other things as she talked. Her words awoke memories and those memories brought up questions and old memories. As she had come limping closer, he was surprised that she would do that, though it was respectful. He watched as she limped away and hissed two words, "Good luck." He had said as he slipped into a few shadows and walked away from that cursed spot. The spot were questions come up and old memories remembered. Some memories that he had rather not have back, fresh, in his head. He was heading away from the fae. She needed luck with only three legs while the fourth healed.
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Post by Cantora on Jul 19, 2009 16:15:39 GMT -5
Velocity She moved away from night, slowly. she did not want to leave, but it was something that had to be done. it was a trial that had to be faced. her mangled limb moved ever so lightly, and the pain surged again. it was almost to much to bare. she looked for confort in her own mind, but it was scarce. nothing could take her pain from her. Black bodice hobbled further into the woodlines. it was easy to get lost or die in this type of place, but she would not perrish, it was easy for her to navigate and she would have no problem finding shelter. a large cave mouth opened up, this is where she would make her home, for now atleast. she limped inside and collapsed onto the surface of its ground. she was exausted from the trek. slits closed for the last time that night. she would sleep now, and worry about everything later. ONE YEAR PASSES...Ebonite frame danced on all fours now, she was no longer in any pain, her mangled limb was a thing of the past, but it still weighed heavy on her mind. she thought about alot of things, when one is in solitude for a very long time, your mind thickens, and deepens. she thought about Night, and how he was, probably out picking up mares to form his herd. he had helped her it was ture, something out of caracter for him obviously. She still moved with a slight limp, but only to a trained eye could you notice. she could run, but she did so more carefuly than ever. she still had no idea if she would ever navigate the rocks she loved so much. The time was right, the sun was low, she moved into a slow canter, she was going back, back to Night. |
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Post by horsespirit on Jul 20, 2009 13:32:12 GMT -5
It has been a year since the last time he saw any living horses in his terra other than Velocity. A full year since he had seen Velocity. He wondered if she had perished and given up, or survived and have learned. Either way, he didn't care. Not seeing anyone for a year makes you feel detached to them, or at least it did in his case. He had been looking for mares, but he would only glimpse at one and snort in annoyance at how they moved. All the maidens were a little too soft for his taste and he figured if they were soft, his land would be too dangerous for them anyways.
Night's black bodice moved through the forest, rays of the sun shining on his pelt through the leaves. His movement were predatory grace. This was his land and he knew it inside out and upside down. He stopped in a clearing almost at the heart of his land. The sun was high and shining and he relaxed by standing in the rays. That was when he heard Serpent and that someone was looking for him. He could just figure who was looking for him, maybe it was Velocity, but he kept his guard up. What if it was another stallion? Either way, he would wait for them here. The wind brush gently at the grass that swayed at his hooves. Today would be a good day to see someone.
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