One of the Earth Posted on May 15, 2015 at 06:38:53 PM by Pagan
Snow had been falling, and the stallion walked calmly through it. He had been lord of his realm for a few months now, and loneliness was gnawing at his core. There had been a couple of times when he had ventured out of his home in search of others to offer safety and companionship, yet still alone he stood. Beneath the snow he felt the earth and its power. He knew this would be a good place to those who chose to come to it. It had called to him those months before, he hoped it would call to others as well. The ties that could hold him there would form with horses who would come to him, at least he hoped.
Even in the cold, it was hard to forget the fires of the past, even while standing his body remembered the need to run. Family, friends, blood fleeing from the flames that seemed to chase them. The memories played before the beast’s eyes and he watched them all burn while a stranger urged him to run. He had, and left them to their fate.
The gypsy picked up his feet again and moved around his land. He bordered the crossing invisible line that would have been the boundary between his home and his neighbor. Briefly, he considered crossing, just to see who was on the otherside. But he was alone, and he could smell the scent of many in the other herd, so he stayed away. Instead he walked, and looked. This place held no memories of his previous home. Trees were here and there, but not enough to create a flame that would surround them. Grasses grew, but lakes, streams, and ponds kept it moist and strong. Yes, this land would have its own challenges, but he was prepared to face them and he was determined to create a haven of safety for his future herd. Replies:
fragile hope - By p e y t o nMay 15, 2015 at 09:38:40 PM