Posted on October 17, 2012 at 09:32:08 PM by earthshine
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There was a certain confidence the mare had when she’d been to the Dunes the last time. There was a pride that had welled up in her heart, something that had brought the mare to dancing feet. It was beautiful, she couldn’t help but love the way it settled around her. The days of last autumn had been lovely, the sort you could feel in your bones. Days filled with hope that sprang eternal and would drift by without care in the world. She had to care now. The black mare was the lead mare that had been left behind, lead of a herd that no longer existed. Ivan hadn’t come back yet—maybe hope wasn’t so eternal after all. Her belly hurt, ached just to think of it. She missed him. Hell, Earthshine had never missed anyone so much. The Hills… she couldn’t stay in the Hills any longer. Acorn had been around, but they’d never been anything much to each other, nothing more than an annoyance. The mare wouldn’t bother with her. So she drifted back to the Dunes… but this was a different mare. Earthshine had withdrawn again into the world that no one could see. She was a dancer, a whirling ball of flightless light. She was a bird flying on damned wings to greet the sun as it rose every morning. The mare had been drawn back into a world she couldn’t explain, the world that her mind had created for her. It was in her mind that she drifted back to the personality that had once before befallen her-- as a child. If she had paid more attention, if she had bonded with someone who wasn’t adopted father, if she had attached herself to things that were permanent, maybe she wouldn’t be having this dilemma. The mare can’t go to the Commons. Even thinking the word now makes her sick in the belly. The mare can’t bring herself to search out her childhood home now, either… the Inlet. The cold had never suited her and the memories of her mother were too much to handle. Hell, it was all starting to be too much to handle. Not like it mattered much. There was an oasis that was neither large or small that met her as she traveled inland. It would be a good spot to rest for now, her knees aching just slightly. Damn heredity and the problems that she’d inherited from the family she’d never gotten to bond with. Damn the heat that was already starting to creep in with the mid spring air. Damn it all. |trick x rush| the last granddaughter of the great and powerful gloryhound |
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- a midst a thousand voices - silence echoes - By Vesti & Grai October 22, 2012 at 05:02:14 PM
- asleep or dead? - By earthshine November 3, 2012 at 08:19:15 AM
- a midst a thousand voices - silence echoes - By Vesti & Grai November 6, 2012 at 00:19:29 AM
- asleep or dead? - By earthshine November 3, 2012 at 08:19:15 AM
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