Posted on February 20, 2013 at 06:43:07 PM by b l a c k m o r e ;
There is a strange thought that keeps poking and prodding, needling at the back of his skull like a persistent child jabbing a finger into his Mom's side. It's a thought that has been attempting to weigh heavily upon the mind of a black giant, but has yet to have any success in executing any form of thought process on the very thought. That was, until today. Silence just seems to blanket the entire Ridge in all of the seemingly desolate glory, as such a vast territory seems so large when only three others live within the cracks and crevices. One is but a mere ghost, his little baby brother, who still struggles with the stress of leaving their mother behind while running for their own lives. Rosaline is the one Blackmore sees the most of, which makes him smile each time he sees her and greets her with a gleeful whicker. Worry has his gut clenched as he still waits the return of Adelaide, another sweet mare but one that had been tugged away by the restless waters. Many times he has searched for any sign of her, but each time comes up without any answers to his nagging questions. Then last, but not least, The Ruins, a strange little mare that had happened upon his not-so-little Ridge and someone he offered the ridge to as a home. So far she has chosen to stay, or so he hopes as he hasn't seen her around, though her scent still lingers freshly upon the air. This all in turn brings that nagging thought to his head, about wanderers and how they decide to happen upon the Ridge instead of the Shore or the other Atlantis herdlands. And just like clockwork, a scent shatters the thought process that had finally decided to take root within his mind, taking it from the forefront of his thoughts deep into the background as a feminine scent flitters across the air, caressing his nostrils softly with a foreign scent. There was a moment where his heart leaped with excitement and joy, hoping desperately that he would meet up with Adelaide, but that would not be the case today. Instead he is left with a slight feeling of nervousness as his slender legs carefully move him towards the scent, curiousity filling his eyes like it does to a child on Christmas morning. Thankfully, for his own curious sanity, it does not take very long at all for the stallion to happen upon a beautiful buckskin mare who he had never seen before. She is just over a hand shorter, which is something Blackmore has become accustomed to with his large height of seventeen two. Yet, even still, as he walks up behind her he's cautious, his head lowered but extended out a bit in a way a horse looks at something (or someone) in curiousity. It is just then that she makes a sudden motion (though sudden does not mean startled fully in this case, it would seem) and speaks towards him. The sound of her voice mixed with her reaction startles the black stallion a bit as his neck and head snap back while his legs take a couple sharp steps backwards. His ears remain pricked towards her, but he keeps his distance as he forces himself to relax once more. Even Blackmore disgusts himself every now and again how easily startled he tends to be. So with that in mind he lowers his head, his ears pinning ever so slightly but definitely not in aggression towards her. His eyes have cast upon the ground, his mind scolding him much like his father would whenever the black did something his father detested. A question falls from the lips of the cream maiden and this is enough to pull the stallion out of his skittish and scolded moment, his eyes shifting towards the shorter as he stands back up, straight, this time. Once more his black ears flick towards her to catch the words, her question puzzling him as he would ask the same of her, but at least for once he didn't have to start off a conversation with his awkward mumblings. "Blackmore-- I'm Blackmore... I... who... who're you?" His tone is soft, definitely far from the strong tone a leader might actually have. He stumbles over his words, questioning softly. Poor Svetlana may be the first mare Blackmore has come across that might not actually be calm natured, but he isn't aware of that, yet. And perhaps he never will, it all depends on her reaction to him... and his reactions back. 
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Replies:
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 20, 2013 at 09:12:52 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 20, 2013 at 10:30:20 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 21, 2013 at 03:48:11 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 22, 2013 at 00:33:21 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 22, 2013 at 04:13:41 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 22, 2013 at 09:31:42 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 23, 2013 at 03:42:22 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 28, 2013 at 07:01:47 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 8, 2013 at 02:44:08 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 8, 2013 at 06:55:25 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 8, 2013 at 09:46:10 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 8, 2013 at 11:24:45 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 11, 2013 at 01:38:52 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 13, 2013 at 01:20:35 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 15, 2013 at 11:35:51 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 13, 2013 at 01:20:35 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 11, 2013 at 01:38:52 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 8, 2013 at 11:24:45 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 8, 2013 at 09:46:10 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 8, 2013 at 06:55:25 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 8, 2013 at 02:44:08 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 28, 2013 at 07:01:47 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 23, 2013 at 03:42:22 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 22, 2013 at 09:31:42 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 22, 2013 at 04:13:41 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 22, 2013 at 00:33:21 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 21, 2013 at 03:48:11 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 20, 2013 at 10:30:20 PM
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