Cascade & Eldorado
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Galloping ever forward, through the mists of time, ever looking forward, though I often think behind
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Oct 25, 2005 17:37:04 GMT
Post by Cascade & Eldorado on Oct 25, 2005 17:37:04 GMT
As old hooves beat the owrn track into the meadow, he sighed. This was home. Even after his decision to leave it forever, and to move fully to Arabia, he had had to come back. He was old now, but the passion of his youth had not been doused. He had loved here, and been loved, his loved one had fianally joined him here, until he'd forced himself to leave so that she could be with Rhapsody. He'd heard rumour though, far in the East, like dark oil polluting the sparkling water, that Zarualia had been populated by something dark and disgusting. But worse, he'd heard both his beloved Rose and their filly, Beauty, had joined its swelling power.
He had returned then, bringing his pining son back with him. He had not asked for Eldorado's accompaniment on his voyage, but the young stallion had insisted thanks to his own stormy relationship with Summer, and he still hated himself for abandoning his sweetheart Stardust so lightheartedly, wiht two foals at foot. So return he had too, and though the bright young stallion, so opposite to his elderly father in looks, being both ebony and more than hand taller than his father, for though his father wasn't short, he was built broader in the back, stockier and more suited to the voyage that had almost wrecked his son.
Eldorado had seen no beauty in Arabia great enough to tempt him, and though he had joined a herd with his father, he had seen only to elp protect it and is father, and all of the beautiful arabian mares that had approached him had been all but ignored. Cascade had almost mated at one point, but the sudden rumours floating in from the West had dragged him back to his senses, in Eldorado's opinion, and the stallion had insisted on trekking back to find out if the beautious and bountious isle had really been submerged in subterfuge and treachery. For lack of his lover, Star, he had only his father, and would follow himto the ends of the earth now.
Cascade's silver head was raised, and he looked about with interest at his herd's home. He had no plan to claim mae's ere, but he wanted to rest his bones here, and to find some mares to encourage his son into reproduction. Eldorado's ebon plates beat the ground rhythmically, and he barely lifted his handsome head to look about him, the memories of his family - his adopted mother, Rose, his adopted sister, Willow, his half-sister, Beuty, whom he'd barely seen, and te mighty Silver, the son of Rose whom he'd barely gotten to know, and had the occassion to battle once.
As Cascade let loose his deep whinny over his land, he glared at Eldorado to establish his own claim over the land. So, with all his pain and misery, and his love for Star and loyalty to his father, his bellow was the most haunting of sounds to be heard for many a mile as the crow flies, and almost broke his father's heart at it's sound.
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Oct 25, 2005 20:01:40 GMT
Post by Stardust Beauty + White storm on Oct 25, 2005 20:01:40 GMT
Gentle obsidians plodded the forgotten earth, auds leaning toward the wind, a gentle audible call sweeping inside them. The small bodice was carried on four long stilts, each which seemed to tell a winding tale. Canvas glittered silver in the light, which faded darker like the small mares soul.
Stardust was a gentle mare, caressed in the light of heaven above, tempted by many existing souls but heart set aside for her residing love; Eldorado. His name to her was like a blessing, but to far away to touch. As the fae sauntered along the small path, alone she was sure, she felt a new light. A spirit enter her stride and gracefully carry her thin bodice in the dark night. Her auds began twitching, signaling for the unmistakable call, a presence felt close to her, something she could not push past.
Stardust felt secluded. Secluded in the meadows she was crossing. She panicked and squealed, backing up, scared for her soul which she didn't feel worthy for...
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Cascade & Eldorado
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Oct 26, 2005 17:02:12 GMT
Post by Cascade & Eldorado on Oct 26, 2005 17:02:12 GMT
The old silver stallion tossed his great head, and set back off down the rocky path. He headed now for a shady dell near the ford of the brook that ran through his old terratory. He was silent as ever, but his thoughts whirled. He thought only of Rose. He wondered whether her eagerly remembered, loving young spirit had been broken into deterioration, or whether it had been warped and twisted by the evil force that stalked these once calm meadows. He thought too of the daughter he had never met. Would she too have followed the beguiling gloamglozer, or would she be strong and wise for her tender years by standing up to its power? What of Willow, Rhapsody's filly, but his first real experiance of foals.
Eldorado had not followed his father down the cliffside. His melancholy had been broken by a sweet scent on the air. It was faint, but plentiful, as though it had walked here many times in a past shrouded with silver mist. He raised his head, inhaling deeply, tasting the air for the delicious, and tenderly remembered scent. It was tantalising; he wanted so hard for her to be there with him, but the hope of her being alive in a land so torn by war and stained with blood, especially having two foals she would've died for, he didn't want to hurt himself. After a moment that seemed like an eternity, his powerful hindpillars propelled him forward, and he set off down the crumbling, overgrown track at a frustrated canter, the beat erratic and unnerving.
Cascade reached the recline of the track and stopped with a start : the end of it had collapsed, leaving a drop of some twelve feet. He could climb the track again, he knew with a sinking heart, and that would be smarter than attempting the jump at his age. There were other entrances to his kingdom; but none provided the view that this commanded, or proved as fleet in the travel. He stood, however, at the base of the track, watching in bliss the eagles flying over the domain, waiting for his son, and catching the breath he'd refused either of the the entire journey.
Eldorado came cantering down the track, and seeing his father stopped at a drop of large proportions, he began to slow. Suddenly, he saw a grey, ghostly equine moving on the open plane. His heart leapt; it couldn't be her, but he knew he would rather die than it be so and not greet her. He lengthened his stride, collected himself, and went sailing over the jut .
The first thing he thought as he realised the ground was coming to meet him was that he hadn't judged the angle right; something his father had exasperated over in his youth. He twisted in the air, foreplates hitting the ground with force and sending him rolling into the dusty ground. He struggled to his feet, one foreleg starting to swell, his head spinning from where it had struck the ground, and paches of brownish red where the dirt eat into his countless cuts, some unhealed from the journey, others reopened, some newly formed. But he let out a whinny of greeting, as he hobbled towards the receding figure.
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Oct 26, 2005 19:43:14 GMT
Post by Stardust Beauty + White storm on Oct 26, 2005 19:43:14 GMT
Auds prickled, tensing a loud thud in the track nearby. All sights tensed whilst her plates felt the running vibrations throughout them. She shied, her silver pelt patched in dust, pillars weak as they found their ground, struggling her bulk in an upright position.
Her long pearl banner caressed her bunched nape neatly as she began a slow stride. Shafts carried neatly automatically as she sensed a reason for it. As she turned neatly on her haunches, a figure caught her orb, a figure which only seemed to draw her closer. She gained distance toward it, slightly hastily.
As Stardust drew closer to the figure, something shook inside her, she thought her heart would stop beating as she slowed her stride. Adrenalin rushed, fulling her veins ecstatically. As much as she was shocked, she picked herself up, she needed to fulfill her wish, if at all it was true.
She approached him, often tripping under her talons. She whickered, smile appearing on her velvets. She decided to play it cool, as much as she could die right there.
"Hello m'lord, now where have I seen you before?"
The essence of the sea breeze swept under her as she neared her love, carried away by his presence.
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Cascade & Eldorado
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Oct 31, 2005 20:28:15 GMT
Post by Cascade & Eldorado on Oct 31, 2005 20:28:15 GMT
Be it....
He moved eagerly toward her, but on closer hand he noticed; she was not the grey maiden he had expected, but a more creamy sort, edging on the silver of his father. She seemed older, and less care-free...
But would that be what had come upon this land?? Could the innocence, where only his father's once maddenned deed upon Sangre could possibley have turned heads, have gone? Where love and unrequite were the only troubles once before? He sighed, and realised another startling discovery. Her scent was different. Not the flirtatious, happy-go-lucky scent of youth she'd oce released, but the beguiling scent of a mistresss in hiding herself, one prone to fear and distrust. Not his love, for what he had changed her himself. If "music be the food of love", then this was it's bitter medicine, both evil and despairing, but healing and regenerative, in the lethargic sense. His heart cried out, but its silent screams were no longer heard.
Cascade watched in shock his son dive, felt his heart in his mouth as he fell, felt it soar as upon his rising he recognised Star. He had had hopes of her and her spawn, partick of the colt, and though he was bitten by her change over the year, her tulip sweetness changed to protective rose. Her bittersweet arrival was like a lemon drop, forced him too a grimace, yet evoked his tastebuds into pure delight.
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Nov 2, 2005 21:53:06 GMT
Post by Stardust Beauty + White storm on Nov 2, 2005 21:53:06 GMT
((eh? Blonde moment....)) A sudden shock smothered her once ecstatic emotions. She felt her pillars stagger backward, her brave and confident feeling, shaking and deteriorating inside her. She raised her tiara, gulping heavily back her tears, bright thoughtful orbs ashew, glancing at the older stag. She trembled, her whole shelf collapsed. Her shelf which was leaning on her love's return, his return was in her life. What point did she have living if the one she loved didn't love her the way she was. This was her, and older her, lost and seeking for comfort, but how could she confined in her love if he couldn't believe in her. She was wiser with no doubt, but much life had been drained from her, seeking for shelter waiting for his return...... "The return didn't matter, it was just the hoping that hung me on" She whispered, her heart at young, thrashing inside her, her knees weak, her soul drifting. It doesn't matter to me, If you couldn't see, The point in life, The reason I reside, and how you set me free...
You set me free, but not for long, deserting my heart, leaving me in wrong, Lost, hurt, tired and lonely, cast aside and locked away, weak and cast on true emotions, All i wish is to run free, frolic, be me, with my love at bay, not locked aside...not locked away...
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