The quiet serenity of this place is the first thing you notice as you wander into its embracing hold. Captivated, you look around you. Sunlight filters through the trees, pooling in golden warmth around the ground. Long legged foals bask in their youth, frolicking with each other in the meadows. The protection of Brighton lays over this land, and it remains a safe haven for any who seek shelter, though it cannot be used as a permanent home. Give me soul and show me the door
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Posted on May 2, 2012 at 09:39:49 PM by Voltage

Dust scattered from his long limbs, puffs of smoke from thundering hooves. It felt so good to stretch out and run, even with the heat and bright sunlight pulling sweat from his skin. The wispy paddle of a tail was growing, just long enough to float on the wind ripping past his body as he pressed the knobby stilts of his legs for more speed. He was like a comet of color streaking through the Vistas, the way his patterns lay (color nearly splitting itself perfectly half and half lengthwise down his body) making him a beacon for attention against the much more plain bodies of those gathered willy nilly. It wasn't often you saw a truly blue horse, the unnatural color passed down through his father's line, not that he knew his father very well. That was okay though, he didn't need to. The next time he saw a blue horse, that wasn't his reflection in a pond or stream, he would know. Hooves scrambled in the dry soil as he turned suddenly, catching the bay roan form of his brother near the pond in the far corner. Head tossed, the deep beryl of his spiky forelock tickling his ears. Haunches gathered as he righted himself from the sudden turn, hind limbs failing out in a childish buck as he rushed towards his twin. A crooked smile played about his pink lips, an impish spark glittering in his bright eyes, azure ears flattening themselves beneath an ivory mohawk that he dared to call his mane. It was the nature of boys, particularly those that shared a womb. The unlooked-for one would do his best to make sure that he surprised the other one. Especially if the unsuspecting one was perched so precariously over a frog and lily pad filled pond. Skidding to a stop behind his brother, the almost perfectly half and half face bunted at the roan's haunches, using his momentum to shove him into the pond, laughing madly at the splash it created. How's the water, brother? I might just join you for a swim! voltage A silent heart ticking under the ground Taking away from which has yet to be found

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• Reaper of Souls - By Lore May 3, 2012 at 12:34:52 PM
  

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