Posted on April 26, 2013 at 05:21:29 PM by S O L G A R
 "The man who fears losing has already lost." She may remember him with the sweetness of a former lover, but she is a veritable stranger in his mind. The memory of her, the girl with the silver hair and the single night spent enjoying the pleasures of her body, had become buried over time, eclipsed by the many faces that had passed in and out of his life since. He had left the islands shortly after their coupling, reunited with friends and family, had lived and loved. Now, he is old - or, perhaps not old exactly, but nearing the end of a wild horse's average lifespan - and bears all the cares and woes of a man who has the weight of the world on his shoulders.
His younger brother stands nearby, hind leg cocked as he rests, having long since given up encouraging him to face his problems rather than deny them. Solgar, too, rests, until the wavering call sings distantly in the air. Both stallions lift their heads, ears pricked, and exchange a look. Rhaegar visibly prepares himself to see to the summons, but Solgar grunts sharply, stopping him. The haggard blue roan says nothing, but his message is clear: I will do it this time. He sees the light of surprise in his brother's face before he turns and limps away, breaking free of the thicket and out into the open. This late in the season, the inlet is cloaked in a grey half-light but for the sparkling white of new snow. Soon, it will be dark altogether, for three months straight. The stallion tries not to think of the time he and Neassa had enjoyed the new snows together before Yoren was born. No, it would not do to think of her now. He stalks toward the unfamiliar figure, moving stiffly on his bad leg and hunched against the cold wind. There is no recognition, not even a trace of friendliness in his face as he nears the silver mare. His dark eyes are like chips of black sea glass as he looks her over expectantly, wordless. He has acquired many scars since she had last seen him and has aged badly; no doubt he is not a pretty picture. S O L G A R 11; mustang; blue roan; 15'3hh; inlet; shiva |
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- cloves and nightingales - By anske April 26, 2013 at 06:12:04 PM
- he who fears losing has already lost - By S O L G A R April 30, 2013 at 08:18:58 PM
- cloves and nightingales - By anske April 30, 2013 at 09:46:51 PM
- x - By Solgar April 30, 2013 at 09:53:12 PM
- cloves and nightingales - By anske April 30, 2013 at 09:46:51 PM
- he who fears losing has already lost - By S O L G A R April 30, 2013 at 08:18:58 PM
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