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Posted on April 19, 2011 at 01:05:03 AM by Tia Maria
 Skull bobbed easily with each step she took, the action of her knees high as she crossed the beach and onto far more steady loam. Amongst the skeletally branched trees and the crash of the waves, she was home. The cries of gulls on the wing, filled her ears and the scent of salt spray filled her lungs. Oh, was she home! Darkly lined eyelids lifted, baring the gentian eyes to the windwashed landscape. Pupils contracted against the beams of sunlight that peered down upon the pair, focusing and searching for the buckskin kin- lover. Lover. She had to remember that. That Zacharias no longer stood beside her upon the throne, choosing her over the power he had coveted for so long. The little grey knew she should be thankful, gracious that he would make such a sacrifice for her, yet she felt more than a little hollow. She felt alone and the crown was heavy upon her skull, even as she wanted to kick up her heels for having the luck to show another her home. There was a sadness etched into her face as she turned to Sylvir, despite her best attempts to hide it, the aching sorrow that reached depth only ocean creatures would know. The smile was weak though just as warm as any other she had offered the mare. She wasn't about to chase this newcomer off due to an offbalanced emotion within herself. Winding through the sunbleached trunks of the barren forest with the practiced ease of a Southerner, she moved slowly, unsure of how practiced the chocolate mare might be on her feet for such an exercise. The massive trees that stood around them, reaching to the sky with bony fingers, attempting to claw the very stars from the velvet heavens at night and swirling the auroras like an artist swirls his paints, made for very good examples of how to be. No matter how the wind howled or tore at the age weary bark, the giants still stood tall and proud, refusing to bend or bow to the gale's fury. They would not break before they were ready. No, they had been here far far too long to be brought down by a simple tantrum of air currents. She would follow their ancient lead, moving with but not allowing whatever heartbreak that weighed so heavily on her mind to snap her like a branch in the depths of winter freeze. She was stronger than that. She had to be. Forests gave way to loamy meadows, carpeted deep in moss and grass, the perfect place to rest one's weary head. Pausing to snap a mouthful of the young shoots, she chewed them thoughtfully before once again turning to face the chocolate mare. It is beautiful, isn't it? In it's own way, I mean. If you find it appropriate to your needs, you're more than welcome to stay and live amongst us. We could always use another friendly face after all... As we walk among these shadows in these streets, these fields of battle All together, walk alone against all we've ever known We will fight or we will fall |
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- Put another X on the calendar - By Sylvir April 21, 2011 at 07:30:44 AM
Put another four on the floor - By Tia Maria May 11, 2011 at 01:33:34 PM
Summer's on its deathbed - By Sylvir May 12, 2011 at 09:26:20 PM
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