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Posted on August 12, 2011 at 03:22:03 AM by Amren
 The scent of winter was bitter yet tantalizing as the memory of a forsaken lover. Beginnings of a light snowfall were dancing in swirls upon the ebb and flow of the wind. Still was the world and frozen, seeming dead under it’s cover of ice, content to remain dormant. Here and there sporadic clumps of grass, lifeless as statutes, rose from the earth casting to cast a lonely shadow upon the barren earth. In place of birds, the north wind sang a mournful lament, perhaps regretting that in its wake the world slumbered and ceased to thrive. She shook her head against the pull of the wind, not minding that her long mane was drawn into knots and laced with crystalline snow. Perhaps it added to the dazzling picture that she knew she created. For her coat was a mottled, fog-like color, ranging from ash to smoke; a smudge against the pristine white of the snow. She danced from foot to foot, tossing back her head to breath deep of the wintry air. Amren loved winter. She loved the tantalizing energy that came from braving the elements. She loved the smell of a winter storm brewing on the horizon and most of all the fresh taste of snow. She closed her eyes content only to breathe and feel the rhythm of her heart beating with a subdued passion. She and this season had so much in common. For like its unrelenting force, Amren too was cold and detached. Much like the wind most others regarded her with a distant distain, never chancing her bravado. She was not a cruel beast, nor a tormenter, just always a ever present sentinel. She was much like the frozen grasses bent in the wake of the wind, cold and statuesque. Amren had never minded that others avoided her, for in her way she equally shunned them. She was rather a silent beast, mostly speaking when spoken too, not caring to aimlessly waste her breath. Ever since her entry into this paranormal world she had found that she was perfectly content with only the touch and words of her Axian. At first it had seemed strange that such a small and fragile creature epitomized one such as Amren. For how could so beautiful represent her…Amren…who was a myriad of imperfections. She hated the way she knew she must look, too small and thin for anyone to find truly attractive. What she failed to realize is that like the pieces of puzzle everything came together to form a wondrous whole that in its own way was exquisite. “What they all fail to realize, is that behind that mask, you are a silly and quite vain creature. A brash voice sliced through her thoughts, disrupting her thoughts and realizations. She smiled softly, raising her eyes to glare at her companion who lounged upon the shelf of her back. “Dear Scai, I think it would snow on the sun before you let me get too vain?” She replied with an indignant sniff. She loved her little Axian, despite the fact that he was much to honest and quite a tease. She had noted the approach of the others, flickering an ear in their direction listening to the soft fall of footsteps upon the frozen ground. She raised her proud brow, tossing back the fall of her forelock from before her eyes. The first was a winsome looking male that she regarded with a cautious curiosity. Scai too, rose from his perch, fluidly leaping to the ground to settle between the shelter of her long legs. He did not quite reach her knee, but none the less commanded a powerful sort of respect. Fear not lovely maiden…I have your back. He said as he rubbed his soft cheek against her fetlock. Amren blinked slowly never letting her gaze wander from the newcomer. His voice was an eerie change from the one-sided dialogue she usually exchanged with Scai. Her lips turned at his words, not quite a smile, and her eyes danced with a aloof humor. She paused watching him across the waning distance between them, shaking her head in a loosely inviting manor. Taciturnly she studied the bold stallion, blinking as she took in the view he presented. Her eyes were soft and dark, a vast contrast against the sharpness of a her facial features. “I did not mean to appear despondent… I like the snow,” She replied as she reached out to allow a snow flake to settle on her dark nose. “I find a subtle beauty here…” She said slowly, her musical voice soft and low. For it was perhaps truly her best feature, that voice. Ever so melodious as the cry of a nightingale. “I am Amren…” She finished after a long pause, her alluring eyes looking past the male toward the fall of the evening sun. AMREN//accompanied by SCAI, oncilla of AIR |
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