Posted on February 9, 2013 at 09:40:49 PM by S O L G A R
 "The man who fears losing has already lost." In the weeks following their meeting, Earthshine had often been in Solgar's thoughts. Like a poet pausing for thought, the stallion had tried for days and days to make make sense of her character, to fit her in one of the little pigeon-holes he had stored in his brain for all the women in his life. Winter - his alpha mare - for instance, fit into the 'windy' box, for she was always there, buffeting against him like a constant headache, but she also belonged in the inlet, for her influence was as natural as the stiff arctic breeze itself, and he had found himself growing fond of her despite her sharp whiplash of a tongue.
Neassa, on the other hand, fit into the 'snowy' box. Pleasant to behold and delicate in countenace, she was a familiar and dear companion, and one who roused the child in him, but equally, he sensed a power in her he had not yet discovered, as if one misstep on his part might bury them all beneath a frigid avalanche of her wrath. But as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months - as the days grew cold and dim in the endless night of the earth's shadow, before slowly but surely becoming brighter again - Solgar forgot about the mysterious mare. Preoccupied with other matters such as the unaccounted disappearances of several members of his herd, as well as the swelling of the remaining mares' bellies, he had moved on emotionally. Obsessions were for adolescents, and Solgar was finally beginning to truly understand the meaning of the word 'adult'. Today he stands on the beach with the ocean gusting at his back, looking inland towards the remnants of his herd. Only Winter and Neassa are left. He hasn't seen Vanille for a few days, or Ferrari for even longer. The mysterious smoky black mare and the colt she had adopted, as well as Avalanche and her bastard son, have not been around for some time either. At first, Solgar had put all these disappearances down to simple disinterest, for all of them had come here of their own will (more or less), but now, with the iminent fact that he will be a father soon, and with The Watcher less of a reliable presence in the inlet, he is on a higher guard, and is beginning to worry that wolves or some other sinister dark entity are lurking in the forested slopes of the mountains at the western boundary of his home. His left forehoof cocked so that no weight rests upon it, and his ears lazing sideways atop his head, he in vain tries to keep himself awake. It's only mid-afternoon, and he intends to make the rounds again very soon to check the borders of the inlet. He is only vaguely aware of movement off to his right, up atop the distant precarious rocky ledge that he hasn't visited once since Earthshine had shown him her secret entrance six months ago. Eyes half-closed, he watches his two heavily pregnant mares grazing in the open expanse of the inlet, and daydreams of his younger brother. I wish he were here. He has a good head on his shoulders; he would have some advice for me. S O L G A R 11; mustang; blue roan; 15'3hh; inlet; shiva |
sorry for the wait <3
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- asleep or dead? - By EARTHSHINE February 10, 2013 at 09:40:50 AM
- he who fears losing has already lost - By S O L G A R February 13, 2013 at 06:50:56 PM
- asleep or dead? - By EARTHSHINE February 20, 2013 at 06:43:28 PM
- he who fears losing has already lost - By S O L G A R February 26, 2013 at 05:37:44 PM
- asleep or dead? - By EARTHSHINE February 27, 2013 at 03:23:25 AM
- x - By Shiva February 27, 2013 at 04:29:17 PM
- asleep or dead? - By EARTHSHINE February 27, 2013 at 03:23:25 AM
- he who fears losing has already lost - By S O L G A R February 26, 2013 at 05:37:44 PM
- asleep or dead? - By EARTHSHINE February 20, 2013 at 06:43:28 PM
- he who fears losing has already lost - By S O L G A R February 13, 2013 at 06:50:56 PM
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