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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 8:48:42 GMT
he put his head down.
"like i said, i am like you. i have no land. i spend time wandering around the land then sticking to some kind of 'territory.'"
with a straight face, he looked at her.
"why would I want you to walk behind me? why not at my side?"
he sighed and laid his head on the grass, his past haunting him slightly... he looked up at the stars and rubbed his head against the ground.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 8:56:40 GMT
She did not reply, but struggled past him, out into the grassy plateau to graze the fresh meadow grass. She would have to wonder with him, for the time being... as much as it galled her.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 9:00:03 GMT
He stayed where he was... and watched her.
"what do you want."
he asked.
"what do you expect to do in life spending it running away all the time?"
he moved his head to the side and watched her with his golden eyes. He looked up at the stars again and neighed.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 9:09:44 GMT
"Live." she replied hoarsely, uncaring, with a mouthful of grass. Her tail whisked periodically, scaring away the flies that dared near her. She was magnificently fit, even more so then a racing thoroughbred, for each day she ran without tiring. In the predawn light, pallid illuminations played with her pelt, and she started to "glow-" the light bouncing off her coat and creating a surreal blue aura around her. She looked, truly, as if she were a ghost-horse.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 9:11:57 GMT
He smiled at her beauty and her determination... he stood up and walked near her. He watched her beauty radiate off her body like the golden sun itself. He nibbled on some clover instead and thrusted his head up and pull it out of the ground.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 3, 2005 8:17:17 GMT
She let her lip, still, on the ground, staring uncompehensively at the tuf bellow her. She felt the tremendous surge of power, of energy... she needed to run. She gazed up at the stallion, then discreetly tied to move away to the opposite end of the thicket. She grazed there for a while, to try and quench suspicion, then abuptly wheeled and cantered into the shrub, head high, her feet in an endless thumping rhythm.
She didn't want to run away, although it may look as such... simply run. For running was what she was born to do.
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Post by christina on Mar 3, 2005 8:22:14 GMT
He held his head higher and allowed his eyes to readjust to the changing light of her midnight-blue coat. He watched as she ran, his eyes following her where ever she moved. He continued to watch her grace and beauty and stood in silence, mesmerized...
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 3, 2005 9:50:05 GMT
She felt the burn of his gaze and twitched uncomfortably. She needed to get away from him. She stopped for a moment, abruptly, with perfect practise and balance on her hooves. She nosed around in the undergrowth until she found an opening, then surged through into the thickly tangled underbrush of the bush. It was a small area and she had to lower her neck to navigate, but it allowed her privacy.
Now, with no gaze upon her, she felt the tug of freedom, the will to run, to escape from the stallion's binds. She altered he course and ran ever swifter, feeling the air her own momentum made, fanning against her body.
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Post by christina on Mar 4, 2005 5:37:12 GMT
He turned away and looked around. He was a bit tired, but more weary than anything... where was she going?
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 5, 2005 10:57:23 GMT
She continued her relentless pace, breath teasing the cold air with gusts of haze. Through the brush, her gleaming navy pelt was sometimes visible, though she took no heed.
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Post by christina on Mar 8, 2005 4:10:26 GMT
He stayed nibbling at grass. THe sun would soon be rising and he knew it. He would remember to hide himself in darkness once again, or to come out when needed. He swished his tail and shook his long neck. His eyes glistened as his ears perked up catching every sound the mare was reproduced. He could hear her breathing and her hooves... no matter how quiet she was.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 8, 2005 6:11:49 GMT
Plans whirred through her head as she ran, soon out of earshot from the stallion. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...
or did she?
"If ever you need a place to stay, even fo one day, you are welcome.."
His words haunted her thoughts. Would Tiger follow her onto another stallion's lands? In her old herd, to step on another stallions terra meant challenging the stallion.
But they were so different here...
It was worth a try. Maybe she could slip onto Zephyr Plains without Tiger or Black Rhapsody noticing, although it was a long shot.
Her breath heaved in a relieved sigh. She turned, heading fo Zephyr Plains.
(posting in zephyr plains.)
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