Posted on August 7, 2014 at 08:00:31 PM by Cut Up Angel
It was such a serene little setting that CUA found herself in today, so quaint and fairytale like. The forest was slowly succumbing to winters grasp, already the crisp winds blew warning of the cruel months to come. Fall was upon them, marked by the withered yellowing ends of grasses that have all seen better days. It would not be long now. It wasn't exactly a season CUA particularly hated. Despite the thin coat of hairs that covered her Arabian body, CUA felt a bit emboldened by the chill of the winds brought on by fall and winter. In winter, she could make herself disappear, seeming as nothing more than an illusion in the mists.. a ghost. In spring, summer and especially fall, a season meant for those of golden and russet colors... she stood out. Not that this was particularly a bad thing but it just wasn't nearly as much fun to her. She was a creature of habit, a creature that longed to for all intents and purposes, be left to her own devises, to go and come as she saw fit. In winter, she disappear with little to no trace but in the other months... she stood out like a beautiful sore thumb. Twin sonars flex amid the mass of alabaster colored tendrils that decorated the elegant curve of her collar in a disheveled web. She was beautiful, in an uncharacteristic way that she never allowed herself to see; invisible ivory dapples stained her body, hidden, save for by moonlight and rain. Although the jagged scars cut zagging patterns of black into the flesh of her back legs, barrel and rump, they gave her a sort of characteristic beauty; over her lithe bodice, muscles bunched beneath a fine layer of flesh. Her delicate features were distorted only by the many expressions she choose to reveal. Today, these beautiful features were contorted into an irritated frown. Grant it she had been all to aware of the close knit battle the Bay had been challenged with by the starving wolf pack. For whatever reason this past winter and spring months had brought the pack into the Bay territory and the massive black and white brute had been on the constant move fending off his herd and children from the pests. Despite her initial anger and rage of him, my little bone child had come to feel a sort of respectful acknowledgment. While he had not had much involvement in their daughter the first year of her life, he did have quite a large herd to manage and had done so quite well. That is not to say she was making excuses for him, but he was beginning to grow on her... you might even say she was growing quite attached. She had seen the fiery gray mare for lack of better terms throwing herself at him and well it did send up flaring emotions of jealousy.... but she could never imagine herself displaying such affection for another creature, not even Harlequin who had become her pride an joy. Unusually long whipcord lashes irritably against lithe limbs as emotionless black eyes scan the yellowing landscape before her for some sign or fleeting glimpse of the great black and white stallion... perhaps now that things seemed to have calmed... they might have a chance to talk and maybe even settle the unfinished differences that had put such a gap between them from the start. the stars have fallen and the sky weeps |
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- LIVE TO TELL THE TALE - By soljor August 8, 2014 at 02:33:24 AM
- i trace the ghosts of your bones; - By Cut Up Angel August 8, 2014 at 03:28:16 AM
- LIVE TO TELL THE TALE - By soljor August 21, 2014 at 04:59:25 AM
- i trace the ghosts of your bones; - By Cut Up Angel August 8, 2014 at 03:28:16 AM
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