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Posted on August 15, 2011 at 02:12:00 AM by Amren
 In a world we cannot comprehend, so likely are we to lose ourselves… Our steps we lose to a winding trail. Our breaths we lose to a cold north wind. Our love we lose to deception and time. Our minds…well we lose those dealing with the trivial tasks of staying alive and dealing with those who share our miserable existence. How Amren had found herself in the center of a crowd she certainly did not know. Normally she tried very hard to avoid others… and their banter. For she was rather an antisocial creature; caring much more for silence than wasted words. But yet she did not flee as voice rang out and bodies came forward. Perhaps this was a chance she had been waiting for…the chance for a new outlook in a new land. “How very unlike you Amren…To think we might even make a friend! Goodness knows how I do long see another face besides yours.” Scai never failed to add a much unneeded commentary. Amren lovingly lifted the leg upon which the tiny feline had been leaning, her lips twisting into a grin as he was forced to resume his catlike dignity. She would never cease to wonder from what dusty back corner of her soul Scai had emerged from. The little beast was all teasing and shrewd comments. She shook her ashy mane and raised her eyes to meet the stares of her new found companions. The first was a great stallion. He was easily double her size, her body dwarfed in the shadow of his great bulk. Amren blinked her great eyes upon at him and danced restlessly from foot to foot at his approach. She was a fiery little sylph, for all that her soul belonged to the air. She was uncharacteristically steady of mind and possessed a temper that could rival a winter storm. Amren shook her tiny head, her body twisting into a pose of elegance and defense. The long strands of her mane danced about her face, and flakes of snow caught upon the long lashes of her eyes. She was as breathtakingly beautiful was the first frost of winter. She did not speak as he drew near, rather she was content to hold her ground and meet his challenging glare with once of her own. What halted her great plan of introduction was the voice of yet another…a female? A strange female… She froze, forgetting to look proud and important as she blinked quizzically at the newcomer. The dun mare was accompanied by what looked to be a large, rotund squirrel. How interesting. Scai bounded forth from his roost atop her rump and lunged to bat furiously at the creature’s large fluffy tail as only could be expected from a cat. After a moments onslaught he retreated quickly to the shelter of Amren’s legs excitement and disgust dancing in his eyes. “It smells quite odd…” He mind spoke rubbing a paw against his offended nose. Amren was forced to choke on a bubble of laughter, and spoke, her voice full of mirth. “Hello Dagrun…seeing that your teeth are infact quite blunt I don’t quite fear being eaten today. Nice squirrel… How interesting that that is the form of your Axian.” Once long ago she had heard that squirrels were actually the spawn of demons and ate small foals who wandered from their mother’s sides. AMREN//accompanied by SCAI, oncilla of AIR |
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