My Shadow

[||Prancer||Misha||Desire||]

_{She solemnly walked through the grass, her neck arched, letting her mind wander to better things. The mare halted, lifting her head, she raised a brow to a family of deer that seemed to intrude on her privacy. She gave a defiant snort, letting them know she did not like them near her. Her tail hit at her sides gently, those years as an owned horse had hardened her spirit, but thanks to them, she now valued her life. Freedom is a priceless thing to have, and she had lost hers once, but with luck, she gained it back. Her nostrils flared as her pace quickened into a gallop, her lobes lay flat against her skull, letting the deer know that no one intuded upon her space, unless they were welcome. They most certaintly were not. White tails flung up in a surrendering signal, the family of seven fled, the oldest in the back. The mare slowed, her lobes now erect once more. Her eyes watched making sure they didn't come back, yet for some reason, she knew some one else would come, or some thing.}

icky post.

[Requiem]

Summer had arrived, finally. This last winter had been cold, and way too long for the alabaster equine’s liking; he wasn’t a fan of the colder seasons. Spring had been alright, and had caused his baroque frame to shiver as the oncoming warmth embraced him. The typical white horse always pulled a sled in winter, throwing up petite snow flakes with their shimmering grey hooves; well, Requiem wasn’t like that. He was born in a country of warm air, and as such preferred summer over winter. But it was over now.

Dark talons crushed the long grass blades beneath him as he advanced, his pace powerful, yet elegant. It was a characteristic of his. Of his heritage. He was proud of it; now he was. He had been laughed at, had been chased away because of it, but here, here everyone seemed to accept him for who he was. Perhaps because they weren’t all the same in this place; everyone was different, and thus everyone had to accept the others’ differences. That was what made these lands so enjoyable to live in. All equines were equal. Something Requiem had longed for all his life in the wild under mother earth’s wing.

He was here again, he had come to the conclusion that this mountain was a nice spot to find equines to talk to. There was always at least someone, a fact that surprised the yellowish white steed. Yes, he was a bit dirty. Old stains, which couldn’t be washed away simply by bathing in a river. He knew he probably looked like a vagabond, yet he didn’t mind. He hd travelled so much, had seen so much of the world. What did the colour of his coat really matter?

Eyes caught movement not too far away; a family of deers approaching a greyish mare, blueish roan even, perhaps. Deers were a true plague here. Plague might seem a bit harsh, though there were a lot of them in these lands, and they were rather stubborn. They often thought the whole lithosphere belonged to them, and only them. They were pretty stuck up, actually. With a short laugh like snort Requiem saw the fae chasing them away, and shook his skull. They were truly amazing. It wouldn’t surprise him if they would come back later to try and chase the naiad away.

His pillars started to move again, and once more he was proceeding. Towards the appaloosa nymph, this time. Auditives swiveled in every direction possible, and his almost ebon visionairies looked at where the deer had fled to. Heavy skull turned back to the female, and his labrums parted to emit deep, soft vocals. “They never give up, hm?”