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This Is How Champions Are Born Posted on May 24, 2020 at 00:11:32 AM by Gloriosiah
The pale creature moves. Her brilliant blue eyes sweeping over the landscape. It is not like her to wander really where she's been content in a home. That home was quieter now though. He was gone. They were gone. She had given him her heart and for what? Abandoned. This is what they had done. He had been so kind to her. He had been so trusting and putting his heart with hers. Then he vanished. Into the night with his kin. It puzzled her; it troubled her. Why? What had she done wrong? She blamed herself in a way as there was no explanation for what had become. There was no reason for him to leave everything behind. Was there? Gloriosiah didn't believe so. Why then had this become the new? She doesn't understand. There is puzzlement in those eyes and a growing sadness. She cannot help what startles those lovely blues. It is so fresh a wound that one must wonder who could heart such a creature as she? Too kind; too forgiving. She was a sweetheart really and she'd given him her heart.
It felt like he'd ripped it out now and stomped on it. She shook her head from those thoughts. It was time to wander a little. She still called the Bay her home but only as a guest. It was the kind offer from the stallion whom had taken over. Goose. The Vanner was pleasant enough but she was careful now. She had to be or something again would happen to make sadness her new normal. It shouldn't ever have to be this way and yet; she is helpless to that reality. The truth of the matter was that she could have imagined this would happen. She had been warned after all. Hadn't she? Why had she been so trusting; so compassionate of him? He'd promised her change and yet; she'd never imagined this would be that change. His disappearance. Such displeasure in the thought of it.
Glory's attention shifts to the presence of another. A stallion. He was of the draft heritage. She took him to be much like Goose in appearance. Another Vanner. Gloriosiah was taller than he but also; lankier. She had not so much the muscle of him, but lightly encasing her body. The smoky cream tobiano was a sight to behold. Pretty for sure but definitely of a different heritage than them. That was alright though; she doesn't worry in that. Hello there. She offered to the stallion. It is not often I see the hooves in favor of a stallion being the lone one on the mainland. That was true enough. She found it a little odd and she is curious. What is it I may call you by? She pauses only a moment to catch a breath before her soft tones continue toward him.
What brings you to the mainland and alone at that? Have not a home you've made anywhere? So interesting really. He carried no scents of others in these moments and that had her thinking this even more odd. Why was a handsome lad such as himself alone in the commons? It made little sense but she figured to find out before too long and perhaps, change that too. She knew that Goose would not mind another of his heritage within the Bay. The more the merrier right? He had no qualms with stallions joining them. He seemed pretty keen on being warm toward others too. Gloriosiah had hope yet for a family. Perhaps she just hadn't found her forever. She had not even thought that Liland would have left. Pity really as they had something growing. A bond. Now it was gone just like that. There is room for another but one would have to prove to her they were here to stay. Could anyone really do that? Glory didn't know but it couldn't hurt to wonder. Replies: There have been no replies.