Posted on January 30, 2013 at 11:50:00 PM by b l a c k m o r e ;
Silence deafens as a timid leader looks down upon the lower levels of his kingdom, eyes careful to cover each inch of land so that a possible danger does not get over looked carelessly. He stands alone on his small perch, a daunting sight from above but with the heart of a scolded child that has finally tasted freedom for the first time in his oppressed life. But the silence brings recent memories back to life as her voice echoes in the air that surrounds his head, it is a painful sound as it cuts his very being like a knife to warmed butter. Memories of kind words and reassurance as a foal mix with the vivid memories of her dying words as a monster beat against her old and fragile frame relentlessly. Her screams continued, showing her strength as she fought to cling to life so that her children could escape, giving them a good headstart towards a life without abuse. Each stride faded the sound of her pained voice more and more until it was no more. To this day a son is unsure of how it was silenced. Had she died when silence came, or had they moved so far away into the distance that the sound could no longer reach their ears? Eyes tightly clench while teeth clamp together, a guilt ridden sob stuck in his throat as the lord stands upon his solitary perch, feeling as if he is standing on trial. She had told him to run as far as he could with Legion, there should be no guilt for it was her decision to put her life on the line so that he - that they - could live. "Then why does it hurt?" Even his very thoughts tremble in sorrow as his head lowers towards the ground, feeling defeated as his eyes slowly open half-way, softly wishing she would be standing beneath him, alive and well with a loving smile upon her face. There is a brief moment of relief and joy that sweeps through the heart and soul of the towering black stallion, but all is lost within the very same instant as realization is quick to sink in. There is a mare that stands below his tall perch, but her conformation and coloration is not that of his beloved mother. Though he is happy to serve to her needs, he wished that she was someone else, but he has duties he must tend to and harsh pills of reality are swallowed. Slowly he makes his way off of his perch and towards the earth-ramp that leads to the lower level that he had spotted the mare, each step careful as they click across the hard surface. He does not know if it's strange for strangers to roam into a territory that is claimed, and so he is not sure how he should react as he turns a corner casually. She is not far, now, merely a few strides away as he lets out a low whicker of greetings towards the thickly built mare. She is black from head to metaphoric toe, white does not attach to her face like the large star settled between the eyes of the holstein cross. She is a beautiful draft-bred mare, and so far she seems to be the type to be quiet, perhaps he can change that with a simple conversation. "Hello there..." His greeting is simple and soft as he looks down upon the shorter mare, head tilted to the side curiously as he stops a few strides away, giving her space should she not care for close proximaty. "You have found the Ridge - my home... are you looking for something? Someone? That I could help you with?" He continues to remain soft towards the mare, his eyes light with friendship as he waits for her response, curious as to why she had chosen his ridge to explore. 
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- And the preacher said he was a good man - By the ruins January 31, 2013 at 10:15:43 PM
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