Posted on March 8, 2013 at 11:54:26 PM by SKRAELING
Power surges through bone and muscle as energy pushes the mare towards the vast abyss of a black sea as a new moon leaves only the stars as a guiding light. The roar of the ocean resounds against the quite night air as creatures far and wide take this moment to rest in the coolness of night. Summer days were growing longer, each day the sun's rays seem to penetrate deeper and deeper into the skin of each creature, the darks feeling it the worst. Those that live within the day must deal with the harsh rule of a summer sun, but there is a shadow creature that remains deep within caverns and caves, waiting out the harsh blinding light in the coolness of her strange shadow world. It was only after the sun had fully dipped down behind the distant mountains - the Peak, she'd have to stop by to speak with Anath - that the mare lifted herself off the hard ground, righting herself before shaking off dirt that clung to her coat. It is now time for travel, and the destination remains unknown as a journey towards the water is made. The liquid is cold against her chest and legs the deeper she gets, like a cool gel as it massages against her back once her hooves cannot reach solid ground, leaving her afloat in the water. The night is calm, the current gentle as a long swim takes place. If there is fatigue, it cannot be seen as the hulking Friesian lifts herself from the water with power in each step and movement. A rough snort emits from her nostrils to rid herself of the moisture that had decided to settle within the velveteen caverns, all the while ridding herself of extra water with a brief shake of her body. Dimly she shimmers beneath the moonlight as her blue-black coat emits an eerie glow about her as she intrudes upon a territory that is unknown to her. The scent that circulates regularly across the breeze, on the other hand, is familiar as it caresses her water-free nostrils with the old scent of an old friend. Though her dam gave her very little to look forward to in life, she did socialize the filly at a young age with the stallions of their lands. This stallion in particular was no exception, perhaps one of Evanescence's most favored warriors back in those days, and it was the last scent Skraeling ever imagined she would find within these islands. She had been part of the Peak, but it quickly became clear to the mare that the shadows did not like these mares in particular. No, she needed a herd, she wasn't entirely sure why, perhaps because it is familiar or because she doesn't find such hatred in stallions. If only because she knew how to fight them if they dared to take a step out of line with her. A piercing call cuts through the sky like a newly sharpened knife, the sound resounding through the sandy dunes as the harsh alto call echoes well into the night sky. She calls specifically for Veteran Soldier, but she can tell he is not alone within this sandy death trap. No, there is another stallion here but she knows for a fact it is the second stallion, why? Veteran Soldier is not the type to take a stand as a subordinate, no, he has the qualities and the blood of a leader, and he does not last long as a second when his blood demands him to lead. Skraeling remembers this painted stallion well, though she had been young when she had met him, the darkness that surrounds the poor war veteran's mind is hard to forget. She could see the shadows swirl deep within his eyes, the torment of not the souls of others, but his own soul, a look she could recall seeing within the eyes of Evanescence's eventual mate - Sweeney Todd. Though the shire had it worse then the painted stallion, that much is known for sure as he passed it on to Skraeling's eldest sibling, Cujo. Such strange family ties she has, now that she has a moment to think about it. "Don't keep me waiting, Veteran." Her voice is sinister against the small clouds of dust that kick up in the midnight breeze, carrying the words before the tones muddle in with the whispers of the night. This shall be an interesting affair to have, and it makes Skraeling's skin twitch with anticipation and sinister excitement that crawls deep into her dormant soul.  |
T: Feel free to respond! Skraeling needs to learn to be more social anyway X3
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