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Post by // KULTA on Dec 30, 2006 23:04:34 GMT -5
LONE femora of golden hue wandered the ponds, her strides
long and graceful. They were the strides of someone who was
content in the place they had taken in life. They did not show
any inward rebellion or gnawing sadness. Though if one were to
gaze, long and hard, into her mocha orbs they would see a deep
sadness there and the fringes of a hungry depression. That
depression was ready to attack at the slightest problem, at the
smallest piece of doubt. It had attacked in force before, and it
was all to willing to attack in force once again. Mental barriers
had been set up and it was held at bay, for the moment at least.
GAZE traveled to glance at the topography unfolding around her,
taking in the vibrant green sprouts and the breathtaking colors
of the wildflowers. Silver drops of dew were visible on the petals
of the flowers, refracting light as the sun began to rise. An early
morning fog swirled around the golden femora as she calmly
strode through the clearing, yet even as it swirled it was already
dissipating as the sun began its daily rise. Bright rays of light
sliced through the thin fog creating an unusual effect. Spring
was evident in every single bit of nature, the soft singing of the
birds and the occasional cry of a nestling. The unsteady steps of
a fawn under the watchful eye of its mother, everything reflected
new beginnings and new growth.
THOUGHTS drifted through the young mare’s cranium, as she
pondered over her new beginnings in this new place. For this
place was a place for nothing but new beginnings, no one knew
of her past. This land itself was still young and no one would
question the motives of someone coming here in search of a new
life. No one would ponder as to why a bright mare such as
herself had left her home, oh no, everyone else had reasons for
coming here and they did not want to pry lest they were forced
to tell their own secrets. A land of secrets this place was, but
some such as this mare were fine leaving it that way.
A SPLASH caught the mare’s attention and her crown swiveled to
catch the site of a frog leaping into a nearby pond. Direction was
calmly changed as she moved towards the shore of the pond.
Coming to a relaxed halt at the edge of the pond, orbs studied
the nearly smooth surface. Then her golden crown was lowered
and her mug touched the cool water and she drank heartily from
the ponds emerald depths. When her thirst was quenched her
crown was raised and two steps were taken towards the center
of the pond so that all of her flints were in the water.
WITH the cool water lapping softly against her legs, the mare
relaxed slightly. Auds were relaxed so that they were not
perpendicular to the loam beneath her. Hind hoof was raised
slightly and her tail idly slapped against her sides, swatting at
the pests that deigned to land on her side. Cranium was cleared
of all thoughts allowing the mare to savor the silence of the
morning. Soft sigh was exhaled as she let her worries wash
away.
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Post by // KULTA on Jan 17, 2007 13:29:49 GMT -5
No one wants to talk to my poor Kulta?
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