Meadow
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Posted on August 30, 2021 at 07:36:57 PM by M j ö l n i r
~ i was born with invisible wings: "It was not bound to be much of a reunion. At least not a happy one." Once more his brow furrows at the woman's words. What kind of man had she gotten herself involved with? For a moment his thoughts waver from the woman at his side and to whom could possibly be chasing her down. He had no interest in a fight nor a quarrel, for the most part he wants to live quietly amongst the dark pine forests and beneath the wide mountainscapes. "Well then it is best we do not hang around here long enough to find out which it is," he whispers as he shifts weight from hoof to hoof. He agrees to her accompany and sets off immediately, his hooves find the well worn path that winds through the forest until once more - his favorite place - materializes from the downpour. As he settles beneath the outcrop, his glacial blue eyes squint through the monsoon for her - and then she appears beside him. Both of their bodies drip with water, steam rises from their broad backs and their manes cling to their necks. "Affreuse! I hate storms." she says as another jagged bolt of ligtning streaks across the angry heavens and the earth shakes beneath them. A small smile tugs at his lips as he draws his eyes toward her. "Ah, it is just the gods," he whispers just above the sound of the torrential rains "they remind us who is truly in control." He can not help but notice their closeness, the tender touch of her skin against his own, or her sweet aroma as it envelops him. Her voice draws him from his thoughts. "You're sure this is safe?" there is doubt in her voice as she speaks, and he dares to gently bump her shoulder with his muzzle. "It is safe," he breathes "you could always go back out into the storm if you'd like?" he glances over at her with a sparkle in his brilliant blue eyes. "How'd you know it was here, anyway?" she asks, and he returns his attention to the torrential rains just outside the mouth of the cave. "We lived in the Peak when I was younger, so I spent much time wandering these woods," he pauses as the memories of his mother appear in the forefront of his mind "my mother had shown me this place and... I feel close to her when I am here." "Who are you running from?" he asks as he tries to shift the conversation from him and back to her. If he were to get caught next to her... then its best he knows who he is to face. viking seer Icelandic // 4.5 years // 14.2 hh // Silver Buckskin Splash // Stallion |
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