i'lL be your shining star;*

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A slow, clip-clopping pace drew the young sepia doe though miles of unruly herbage. Sticks and twigs scratched against her canvas, scrapes hardly reviling the Abram droplets due to the close contrast of colors between her coat and the droplets of blood. All of galloping free had decided to move once again. Though it was the only time she had taken such a long trip, she was contented with traveling besides Requiem. He gave her a sense of being protected, so she stayed at his side. Though Hadia wasn't one to rely fully on someone else, she found it much more comforting with Requiem besides her.

Small towers twittered atop her delicate crown, Hadia's eyes lingering over the scenery they passed. Her dark viewer's watched as several birds took flight, ruffling some of the many oak branches. Leaves scattered from below their wings, sending droplets of dew and dirt flying. Several particles landed on her petite figure, a smile drawing over her feminine features. Stopping, hadia's cage inhaled and exhaled rapidly, deep breaths of carbon flowing into her windpipe. Her body shook, sending mud cascading in several different directions, some, even landing on Requiem. A snicker escaped from her velvet kissers, hadia's dentals scurrying over the steed's backside to wipe off the dust. Her vagabond pressed into his side, pendulum bobbing lazily as they strode onward.

Pine needles and large, damp, leaves cackled as her irons struck the hard topography. Mud's collected on her legs, almost reaching up her knee. Droplets of dew glittered as the yellow-orange sunrise caught glints of the morning. See could see Rays of citrus bounding over the endless evergreen hills through a hole in the canopy of trees. A low croon escaped her mug, whiskered plush tickling Requiems soft coat. Requiem. came a string of soft lyrics, berly audible as they slipped from her mouth. Her mug prodded against his shoulder blade, gazing up toward snow tipped mountains. Though it was spring, the mountains still bore a light snow blanket, and she wondered what lie in the mountians. Perhaps she and Requiem could take a trip to them.

Shadows where cast along her backside with each delicate step as they continued. Leaves crackled beneath her feet, the sound crisp and clear in the silent wood. The only sound was that of the pair sneakily pressed to the ground, slithering through the pine trunks. Hadia's deep, cochlea gaze had fell on every inanimate object, taking in the beauty of the small trail Requiem had been showing her. The Breath that was accumulating in her jaw released in a relaxed sigh, the sunlight barley peeking through the canopy of evergreen. It was an orange yellow color and the sunbeams illuminated small parts of her skeletal sinew. Clouds meandered in the mornings sunrise, warning that rain was possible, however it seemed to hold off, for the warmth continued to heat her bodice. Her raggedy threads where cast into the soft intervals of wind, gently whisking around her thin-framed digram before lofting off once more. This kind of reminded her of a dance, elegant ballerinas, twirling on the Shela's boa as though it was a dance floor.

Hadia stopped at the edge of the wood, gazing out into the vast hills with awe. Oh Requiem she cooed, it's truely beautiful. Her pearls fiddled with his threads, tugging gingerly at his banner as she let the scenery sink in. A stream cut through the thick green herbage, hills taking up most of the area. Every so often a lone willow would shade parts of the terra. Trees outlined the border of the emerald hills, so any who entered could easily see where Requiems territory started and ended.

Hadia leaned into Requiem, not yet forgetting about where they had ended their conversation. Her whipcord flagged, flickering over her gaskens as a intoxicating aroma was released. Hadia's boa arched elegantly with adriline, her mug continuing to play with Requiems coat, hoping he would catch on once more. A rhaspy groan fell into the atmosphere, her mustles tensing as she pressed harder into him. Requiem, tell me you did not forget. She had stepped infront of him, backing up once more so her haunches where positioned infront of his chest, a sleek grin covering her facade.

[Requiem]

Hooves sunk into the moist, dark floor; or rather, the leaves and needles that had left the safeness of their trees’ branches. It tickled, and sometimes it even hurt the sensitive parts with which he touched the ground. Not only did they hurt, yet his whole body ached, and was about to collapse. They had not rested much, since the migration from galloping free, their old homelands, had begun. It had not been a deal, for none of the travellers had talked much during their journey. It had just happened. Requiem knew he was eager to see their ‘new home’, and he knew the others were too. Perhaps that was the reason. He wouldn’t ask, though. He didn’t want to break the silence; it had been so quiet. Twittering of petite birds, sounds of leaves crushed beneath mighty talons, it had been pretty much the only things his auditives had caught.

Yet the knowledge of a new land, hopefully just as nice as the Acres back home, gave him strength. He could even fasten his pace to a jog, though couldn’t keep it up for long. They had left the others a short while ago, each mini-herd going their own way. It was a nice thought, this mini-herd. Dark optics sent their gaze to the fiery hued naiad walking beside him, velveteens curling upwards slightly in a hardly visible smile. He had experienced what it was now, to travel in a large herd, and he reckoned it must be a unique feeling, if such a herd would be under his reign. Reign, not really, but... Equines in his abode, respecting him. That was what he was looking for. To be accepted, and respected, by many. Not looked down on.

As Hadia stopped, he did too, in silence thanking her for the short break. He wasn’t so thankful for what followed though. Pieces of dirt, mud, suddenly flew in every direction as the vixen shook her frame. Crown turned while a loud snort filled the air, yet he let her remove the dust from his pelt before returning the favour. Right before they continued, he turned his head again and lightly touched the young dame’s forehead. Some parts of his coat were dirty, and that dirt would refuse to go away. It had settled in the short once-white hairs, and now formed yellow stains. Most of the dirt he could still wash away though. A nice spot on the lithosphere to lie down and rub it off, followed by a cold bath in a river, if there would be any. The water would be cold.

Slowly, the ground under their feet started the change, it got harder, easier to advance upon. The czar didn’t have to watch his steps anymore, not as closely as before anyway. Widened nares blew the air away in a sigh, and he looked up. It would be morning now. The sun would be rising, and rising, up in the sky. Soft tones drew his attention back to the one walking by his side, though no words were spoken in reply; there was no need to, and everything was so peaceful, right now. Still, he looked at where her visionairies had lied their gaze upon, and then he saw the reason of her vocals, or what he thought to be the reason. Mountains, magical mountains. They were majestic, rose up to touch the heavens, if there was even such a thing, and their tops, they were white. Snow white. Requiem had heard of mountains, their tops covered in snow even in summer. Would they be a part of their land? If possible, yes. Requiem was getting slightly more materialistic.

Rib cage moved again as the baron finally let the carbon dioxide, which had been there since the mountains had come in sight, escape. The only sound from then on was the pair’s breathing, until the trail they followed stopped. They stood at the edge of the forest and looked out over a vast topography, wide hills breaking the monotone horizon. Everything was green. The emerald kind of green you often see in spring. Somehow, it reminded him of the place he had called ‘home’ for the very first time since surviving. Why not remember it always, and give its name to these lands? The dubbance would fit them, for sure. There would never be battle over parts of the territory, since a thick line of trees were positioned around it as imposing guards.

“Emerald Acres,” he quietly replied to Hadia’s positive lyrics. He stomped his hooves down on the grassy ground, feeling the mud on his pillars dry. He didn’t want to look at them; they would look dirty brown, maybe black even. He lifted his skull, tilting it to the side a bit as a familiar scent entered his nostrils again. His banner shooed away little flies, who saw him as a new prey, full of blood. He wasn’t their main interest though. Eyes followed them to Hadia, whose pelt showed small, barely visible crimson droplets. His muzzle moved closer, yet retreated, afraid it would hurt if he would touch the scratches. “You’re hurt...”
Hadia though moved away from him, turning around. The aroma only grew stronger, and dreamy vocals, as if emitted far away, entered his mind. “Requiem, tell me you did not forget.” Pillars carried him closer to the nymph, his mug lightly touching her haunches. “I did not.”

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