no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
She has been wandering the jungle for a entire half of a year, watching him. She had arrived quite young, but still quite aware of what loss was - and she knew he’d lost at least one in his life that would mark him. She had grown up in a highly religious culture, tormented by intermittent invasions until they’d simply begun to assimilate all who came to overtake and overturn their lives for greed. What followed one of those nations, however, was a blood feud that had her mother poisoned, her birth come much sooner than might have been ideal, and a people looking to her to save them -- until they turned to her and instead insisted she save herself. It had been a mad year and a half for her. Certainly, she grew up fast under the pressure of a world that believed her to be it’s savior and then even faster still once those people saw her being sent away as the last possible salvation of their entire culture. She would remember them and they would, therefore, be made one step more eternal than their lives would allow.
He is brilliant, a defiant streak of white in the jungle that craved darkness to foster sneaky creatures as well as well watered herbs. He is alive, so very alive, and today of all days makes her crave a nearness to such spectacle as his mere existence provided. He, to her, is a festival given the breath of life. White and cream and tans mark him - his green eyes like the goddess of spring had awoken and kissed them with the affection she was known for giving freely. He is young as she is young, and yet she knows him from the markings she had passed in her short time wandering the interior of Atlantis, amongst the no mans land that was rarely traversed by the herds that laid claim to it.
When he, this day, crosses out into the clearing at the base of the roaring step falls, she steps out in plain view with her heart pounding hard enough she is sure he can hear.
OF PARADISE’S SANCTUARY
▻ mare - bhimthadi - sooty bay tobiano sabino - 15.0 hh ◅