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Post by wildandfree on Aug 11, 2012 3:28:54 GMT -6
The Dunalino mare moved along the river, ears perked onto of her skull. Pausing, the mare snorted her disapproval. It was a bit too bright for her liking. But then again she wasn't a bat and this wasn't her cave. She couldn't like everything, after all. Her name was Rejection and she had never been here before. "No one's here, are they?" The rush of water rang in her ears. Surely she was near a waterfall! "Good. A river's not a river without a waterfall." Bursting into a level trot, the mare followed the river. In the distance, the water disappeared out of sight abruptly. Rejection exploded into a canter. She squealed as her left foreleg nearly dropped off the edge. Rejection threw her head and looked down below. She wasn't afraid of it, no. But it was startling! The foam splattered onto her golden pelt. She pinned her ears in irritation. Rejection sniffed the air for others. But the water and earth drowned out any animal's scent. Pawing at the earth the mare flicked her creamy tail. Snorting, after backing away from the edge, the dunalino tuned around and headed back the way she came.
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Mama Eris
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Post by Mama Eris on Aug 11, 2012 17:42:13 GMT -6
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Touching a wounded sapling with her horn, Vila concentrated on thoughts of healing and peace. Reaching into her mind, the white mare grasped the tiny spark that served as her magical ability and coaxed it into a flame. Higher and higher the fire within her soul rose, it’s superheated tongues lashing within her thin frame like monsters trying to tear themselves from their mother’s belly. Creasing her brow and clenching her teeth, Vila forced the inferno to bend into the shape of her will.
The magic rebelled at first screeching silently to be unleashed in a much less pleasant way upon the poor sapling. Pushing with all of her might against the spirit-flames, Vila’s will eventually prevailed and the healing magic rushed into the young tree, straightening it’s drooping boughs and filling it with a new sense of vitality. Breathing heavily, the snow stained mare pulled her horn away from the sapling’s thin trunk and turned toward the swiftly moving waters of the river.
The damsel was exhausted; the power that she had so recently become aware of was difficult to control and it taxed the spindly mare heavily. Lowering her mouth to the water, Vila gulped heartily, each swallow helping to restore the strength she had lost during the first battle with her magic. When her thirst was quenched, the pale dame looked up to see another equine in the distance. Perking forward her ears and cocking her head slightly to the side, Vila regained her composure and allowed her face sift into an expression of distant curiosity.
Placing one pale hoof into the shallow waters of the shore, Vila called out to the golden newcomer. “Greetings, stranger. Come closer so I may see you clearly.” The mare’s voice was not unkind as she spoke, but nor did it hold much friendliness. No, the statuesque mare did not often bestow kindness upon her peers; she was First Mare of Eutopia and felt no need to hide her true feelings.
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