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Post by Reflection on Dec 17, 2007 18:18:11 GMT -5
Soft Daggers dug into the ground at a slow trot as A strawberry roan mare, the color of a sunrise entered the claiming lands. Her rosy tresses fluttered in the wind, and her exquisite arabian bloodlines showed with every step; ears pricked, neck curved, tail high, muscles rippling. She settled down elegantly to a light walk, and shook the snow from her forlock. Why have my legs brought me to a place such as this? she wondered tenderly, for she had really no clue to where she was. Well, she said softly I really have no other place to be, so i may as well rest. her voice was like the twinkling of tiny bells I wonder where I may be she said to herself. She came to a halt near a willow tree, and looked around her. Her heart swelled this is just like Salom's terra. she looked down and tears filled her eyes and she glanced towards one of her scars. The fire her heart filled with terror no that is the past. she thought fiercely to herself, I cannot bring him back. He is gone. she pushed the tears back and thought of other things. But every memory she brought up had some tragic to it, so she simply thought of nothing at all. I must not dwell on such thoughts. she said sadly, but her voice sweet. She then caught sight of the sunrise and her gaze stuck...
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Post by Thanos on Dec 17, 2007 21:05:42 GMT -5
As I lay to sleep I can close my eyes,
Love is here, I don't know why,
I can rest knowing that,
She will be close and safe, at heart.
The stallion was gleaming black and dynamic movement and sliding, shining muscles. He was flowing mane and flying tail, racing against the wind. He was vividly aware of the warm sun above, and cool grass beneath his hooves; of the backround murmer of running water; of bircall, and a stunning strawberry mare, sleeking through the shivering stems. He was concious of an intense joy in living, of power, and of pride that arched his neck. His orbs observed the world around him, and his constant flickering sensitive ears moved as a sudden gust groaned among the branches. Long strided canter never stopped until he was before the mare. He bowed slightly, then spoke,
Hello m'lady. My name is Thunder, may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?
Something hit him about her. She was different in a way, her past seemed dark yet she had a lightness to her that said she was ready to put it behind her. A scar burned from his right shoulder, made by the hoof of his brother who unfortunately called this land home as well.
I found what love is,
I found who love will be,
All there is to do is this,
Wait and be what love forsees.
(Some of this is from the book Zara, by Joyce Stranger, modified though.)
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Post by Reflection on Dec 18, 2007 17:39:59 GMT -5
The mare's gaze was abruptly interrupted and she turned her delicate head to the one who had spoken. But when she saw him her heart shattered, He looks just like.. she thought. D...D- Desore...No...NO don't take me back! You cannot make me remember! The storm! NO....no......tears of horror streamed down the sweet mare's face. A incident of the past had once again awakened in her and she did not want to return to Desore her old stallion; To many memories.... The mare shied away, steps faltering, head raised, her sparkling orbs now full of terrors of the past...
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Post by Thanos on Dec 18, 2007 21:41:19 GMT -5
Thunder took a step back, clearly shaken by the mares reaction,
Her past must be dark. Who might be this Desore.
he wondered silently. He desided to try again, slowly extending his muzzle as to not frighten her he gentley touch her shoulder in effort to calm her shaken state. He moved his head back, away from her then said gentley,
No. I am not Desore. Don't worry, he isn't here, he wont hurt you. Not ever.
he said, caring greatly for this mare of shaken past.
My name is Thunder.
he tried again softley, then added, worrying for her,
Are you alright?
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Post by Reflection on Dec 18, 2007 21:50:29 GMT -5
The stallion's soothing voice calmed her. She shakily looked him over and decided that the truth was being told. He was not Desore. Then she went over what had just happened. Oh, my name. she thought. He asked for my name. So she wariry looked up at him and met his gaze as she said M-...My name is Burning Reflections...But most call me reflection, and yes....I-..I am alright, Thank you She observed him again...he looked kind...not like Desor. She steadied herself and spoke again...Still a little shaky though. I apologize for my reaction...It's just.....Never mind....Will you forgive me for reacting so? As quiet as her voice was from the shock, It still sounded like tiny bells. In the dawning morning her strawberry roan coat shimmered sunlit colors, and the light wind wisped her tresses. No need to worry.....Thunder, not D-..Desore....
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Post by Thanos on Dec 18, 2007 22:02:41 GMT -5
He relaxed as she spoke, realising that she knew now that he would not harm her, or try to in any way.
Your name is beautiful, as are you.
he complimented her. No, he could not love her as a mate as already one filled his heart, but he could love her as close to a mate as one could. He shook his head slowly as she apologized,
There is no need to apologize, but even so, I forgive you.
He answered her quietly. Maybe he should ask her...
I was wondering, Would you like to join me at Winding Woods?
he asked her hopefully, his gentle blue eyes looking up at her. He knew he had not much to offer her other then protection, food, shelter, and the odd foal. But he could listen to her and be there for her as well...
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Post by Reflection on Dec 18, 2007 22:14:21 GMT -5
Reflection gazed at him, lost in his eyes. She was like that, she often got lost in the dept of something... Wait what was that? Oh a compliment...How nice... His compliment made her rosy red face look even rosier. She then noticed that he had said that there was no need for an apology...Thats kind of him.. His next question caught her a little off balance though, and she had to replay his words in her head.....Oh, he asked me to join him in his terra...should I?..... She stood silent for a few moments inquiring the situation before softly saying I would be honored...Thunder She whispered his name to herself, as if to remind her that he was not Desore....he was Thunder..... Not Desore.... Thunder........
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Post by Thanos on Dec 19, 2007 7:53:09 GMT -5
He smiled softley,
Then follow me Reflection.
And he led the way to Windind Woods.
(can you make first post?)
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Post by Reflection on Dec 19, 2007 18:23:33 GMT -5
((sure))
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