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Post by librarian on Aug 11, 2012 5:24:58 GMT -6
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I felt the spring in the air, stinging deep into my body with it's bountiful, rejuvenative youth. Butterflies swirled and frolicked around me as I raced through the wild flower fields. Up and up I ran in the free lands, finding myself climbing to Kings Ransom. The high ridge, a former mountain that had over the thousands of years shrunk to a mere series of rock clustered, short-grassed hills. I lept up and up in bounding strides, shook my mane and flared my nostrils.
Ah the joys of spring! I raised my majestic head high into the air, my piercing blue eyes scouring the lands for any signs of life. I wanted nothing more than to play with my fellow equines. Even a centaur or euthean would have been alright for a good game or two! The once familiar weight of my horn was absent, a thick scar running in a crooked bolt down the center of my face. The only disfiguring mark on my body. I shook my head, casting my gold muzzle into the sky, thrusting my gold mane out behind me.
The peek, or one of the peeks, I had reached one of the peeks and it was here that I stopped my rambunctious sprinting and stared around myself. It had been a long, long time since I had seen my close friends - my only friends - Gilliad and Vila and the weight of their absence bore down on me some days; no most days. I arched my neck, staring down into the valley below that was Mares Tail meadows and pricked my ears forward.
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ooc;; meet my altair ^_^ |
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Mama Eris
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Post by Mama Eris on Aug 11, 2012 17:21:13 GMT -6
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The pale mare had been grazing atop the peak known as King’s Ransom, savoring the sweet grasses that grew along the hill’s crest. The skinny maiden moved behind a large boulder, about to start in on a new patch of the succulent growth when she heard the sound of hoof beats. Shaking her lengthy mane slightly and raising her head, Vila flared her nostrils, attempting to figure if the newcomer would be equine or some other species. Unable to detect a scent beyond that of spring flowers, the ivory maiden waited behind the boulder, listening quietly until the dull thuds of hooves upon the earth stopped.
Taking a deep breath and forcing her face into an expression of cold composure, Vila peeked out from behind the large mass of rock to find a beautiful sight. Azure eyes widening as her mouth dropped open, the damsel was stilled by shock at the presence of Altair; her Altair was alive! Released from her moment of untainted surprise, Vila tossed her queenly head and bellowed a shrill whinny before digging her hooves into the soft earth and galloping toward the golden stallion.
“Altair!” cried the mare, her voice filled with joy. ”Altair you are alive!” Vila didn’t slow soon enough and ended up slamming into her friend’s side before coming to a complete stop. The jarring halt did not deter the snow stained dame, though, for she proceeded to shove her face into the taller equine’s golden mane and breathe in his musky, familiar scent. Pressing in closer to the stallion, Vila heaved a sigh of relief. “I have missed you, my friend.”
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Post by librarian on Aug 11, 2012 22:25:38 GMT -6
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And in the sweet surrender that swarmed through him in the peaceful late morning, early afternoon of spring a shrill, piercing neigh sliced across the heavens and drove home into my pricked ears. I jerked my head high into the air, moving a little too much, as the weight of my horn was gone it left me with a strange sensation and I always over-stretched my neck one way or the other. My nostrils flared and I stared at the mare and - it couldn't be- but it was!
By sheer, sweet, miraculous coincidence my dear friend was here, with me! Her weight slammed hard into my ribs, bruising them but otherwise leaving my unharmed as she sped into my side. I nickered a soft greeting to her, gently nosing her neck in return. Oh I had never thought I'd see the day where Vila crossed into my life again! "Vila my friend! It is so good to see you; how have you been? Has the world treated you well?" had she been alright in my absence?
It had, undoubtedly, been a sharply abrupt dis-rupture in her life. Diving in and then vanishing as a phantom might have all at once. I had, no doubt, left her in a sharp pain with a sense of dread and the sinking feeling in my gut served to punish me, driving home the fact that I could not, and would not, ever leave her side again. I could not risk breaking her apart like that. In life or death I would stay with her! To the ends of the earth and well beyond that!
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Mama Eris
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Post by Mama Eris on Aug 13, 2012 13:41:40 GMT -6
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The golden stallion’s voice sounded like music to the spindly femme’s ears as she continued to pres against him, reveling in the feel of contact with another creature as dear as Altair. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before pulling her head from his neck only to gently touch his check with her velveteen muzzle before speaking, her voice soft. “I have been well, Altair. But the world can be a cruel place.” A flash of pain crossed her finely sculpted face before being buried beneath another wave of joy.
Light hued eyes travelled across Altair’s features, studying and memorizing the familiar shape of her friend’s body. When she came to his face, though, Vila’s mouth nearly dropped open in shock at the site she saw. “Altair, your horn!” the pale damsel was aghast “What has happened?” Her brow creased in concern and empathy for the pain Altair must have felt at the removal of such a spiritually anchored appendage. Flinching as she imagined the agony it would be to lose her own horn, Vila stretched her neck up and hesitantly nosed the scar, wondering if her own powers would be able to return the stallion’s precious horn to him.
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