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bittersweet between my teeth
Posted on February 19, 2014 at 00:29:09 AM by jezibelle


j e z i b e l l e
bay blanketed mare of nowhere

There was a stand of strange looking trees just a little further ahead, and Jezibelle took a step toward them before the light rhythm of hoofbeats vibrated against the frogs of her feet. She twisted and ear back, then turned her head as the sound of the approaching horse reached her to get a good look at whoever was coming her way. It was a mare, pale and thin where the blanketed draft was heavy and dark. Something about her seemed familiar, and as she came to stand in front of Jezibelle, the bay mare straightened her neck and tried to place it.

It wasn’t until the smaller mare spoke that Jezibelle recalled her. She’d been at the Arch, though never with her head held that high. Rurisk seemed to affect some mares like a heavy downpour, forcing their wills to bend like flowers dropping under the weight of water. It was interesting to see that at least one mare seemed recovered from her time with the scarred buckskin. At some point the flowers could not hold anymore water, and it all spilled out until the flower stood upright once more. Lost in her analogy (and let’s be honest, Jezibelle was far too self-concerned to try to make sense of that accent), the skinny mare’s words slipped past her ears without lingering, and it wasn’t until the other mare’s voice stopped that Jezibelle recalled she wasn’t alone at the moment.

The draft mare blinked and twitched her ears but did not immediately respond to the Akhal-Teke. If the golden mare was here, wasn’t it possible that her brother was, also? Jezibelle lifted her head and put her nose into the wind, inhaling deeply. The scents the soft breeze carried were not familiar. She dropped her muzzle to nose at the ground, but there was no spoor near her except for the scent of the palomino mingling with the sun-soaked aroma of grass. She lifted her head and stared at the other mare. "Is he here?" she asked, although the answer was obviously a resounding no. Unless Rurisk had somehow had a complete change of character, there was no way this mare would be allowed to roam out of sight of the herd, and very little chance she would look... well. As un-oppressed as she did. Jezibelle snorted and tried again. "My brother, the buckskin— have you seen him?"


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