Cobblestone Creek

Zylana
Cautious amethyst eyes watched this child. She had the strangest feeling; she was very domineering when it came to her well being. Yet she did not rise, feeling quite blithesome at the moment. Nothing seemed to provoke that behavior in her. As she lay beneath the pine, the snow built inkling upon inkling around her. Pushing the powder around with her muzzle as she drifted in and out of sleep, subdued by the young child’s strange resemblance of a deer-like creature. Elk had long bay leggings fading into the soft golden hue that dominated the majority of her soft coat. Beneath her neckline ran a strip of bay hair, running beneath her stomach. Although this may not look to Guitar like that creature after witch she was named, to Zylana Elk did.

True it was cold but as the snow lathered her hide in a soft blanket, woven of flurries she was oblivious to its startlingly frigid touch. Amethyst eyes averted their path towards the sky, flecks of gold mingling within the blue. She smiled at the moon, it always had that odd effect on her, and she loved how it sends forth a silver fan of light. Still she watched it as it shed its light upon the water, allowing the current to move, to and fro against the banks of the shallow creek,

Elk

An eerie glow sweeps across the darkened land as stormy clouds move to unveil a crescent of the night’s moon; the only dim source of light showing ones way across her glorious home. There is a wild breeze blowing a gale through the air, strong enough to upturn the roots of trees and to carry natures litter far and wide, yet soft enough that it rarely whistled as it filtered through her hair. And for the sake of stormy gray clouds threatening to burst thousands began to rest.

She allowed the brisk night air to whisk her away. Extensive raven plumage tapped rhythmically against her toned physic. Soft dark eyes skittered across the glistening water. The autumn leaves danced across its glassy surface. The large birch engulfed the small isthmus that jutted from the sandy banks or the glinting pool. Its limbs seemed to bend with the waters tide, swaying beneath the soft afternoon glow.

This dun creature looked somewhat like she, engulfed by the shadow of night tide. This stallion offered to be her father, and she was enthralled at the idea. “That would be wonderful!” Although her voice was soft it fully amounted to the gratitude she felt. She was just beaming with excitement. “Thanks” she added casually.

Turning there was a bigger girl, much bigger. She seemed akin to her – around the same age not quite one – yet she seemed vastly different from my Elk, she sensed it too. This filly’s size may have played a major role in elk’s contrast between her. They were both female, yet elk was so feminine, so advanced in the improvement of both her mental capacity and the feminine caress that adorned her slender physique. Yet elk was not critical, she did not declare herself superior to this other. She was too drastically enveloped in the splendor of knowing another. “Hello, I’m Elk. Who might you be then?” she questioned casually, yet the intelligent, graceful, feminine vibe was slightly intimidating, despite Elk’s drastic attempt to tone that element down. The delicate afterglow of a brilliant smile hung in the stale air. That dreamy glimmer shone through her urethral amethyst eyes.