Post by horseylover14 on Feb 7, 2006 18:59:23 GMT -5
Fog cleared the ground slowly. Softly moving sparrows twittered in the sky. A blank, dusty landscape became clearer through the fog. Through the transparent mists, a figure was seen, slowly moving fowards...
Russet fae moved softly fowards. Long, muscular pillars were defined well. Arabic dial was up, auds pricked. Eyes of shattered glass looked up at a whinny. Pillars blurred suddenly, to see whom it was, was it only her imagination? A reflection of what was and no longer is? Or was it her new start, a new beginning? Was she to be loved, cared for? Would she have someone to have faith in and someone to have faith in her? Or would the delicate balance of her life be thrown into disarray? Again?
|~|The young filly fell to her knees. A colt stood over her and smirked. He kicked her belly and she squeeled with pain. He turned, laughing to start away. ::STOP:: she said in her mind. He stopped. She was surprised. Had he actually heard her? He turned. "What?" he said, and when she didn't reply, still stunned he had heard her, he kicked out once more. She dropped to her knees with pain again. "Ha! You filthy little wench!" he said scornfully, laughing. She stood, glaring, breathing hard. Suddenly, a huge, black cloud came up behind her. Rain fell in heavy sheets. Lightening flashed. It toouched down right beside the colt. He squeeled in pain and terror, turned, and ran. The filly relaxed, and the storm subsided. "How odd," she said aloud to herself.|~| (flashback)
Remembering that memory, she wondered what was to become of her. Would she ever be accepted? And what was wrong with her? Why did she act like this? Topping a hilltop, delicate nares flared. She threw her dial up and neighed loudly, starting down the hill. Sliding to a stop in the clearing, she reared up higher than any other could, daggers pawing the lithosphere violently.
Russet fae moved softly fowards. Long, muscular pillars were defined well. Arabic dial was up, auds pricked. Eyes of shattered glass looked up at a whinny. Pillars blurred suddenly, to see whom it was, was it only her imagination? A reflection of what was and no longer is? Or was it her new start, a new beginning? Was she to be loved, cared for? Would she have someone to have faith in and someone to have faith in her? Or would the delicate balance of her life be thrown into disarray? Again?
|~|The young filly fell to her knees. A colt stood over her and smirked. He kicked her belly and she squeeled with pain. He turned, laughing to start away. ::STOP:: she said in her mind. He stopped. She was surprised. Had he actually heard her? He turned. "What?" he said, and when she didn't reply, still stunned he had heard her, he kicked out once more. She dropped to her knees with pain again. "Ha! You filthy little wench!" he said scornfully, laughing. She stood, glaring, breathing hard. Suddenly, a huge, black cloud came up behind her. Rain fell in heavy sheets. Lightening flashed. It toouched down right beside the colt. He squeeled in pain and terror, turned, and ran. The filly relaxed, and the storm subsided. "How odd," she said aloud to herself.|~| (flashback)
Remembering that memory, she wondered what was to become of her. Would she ever be accepted? And what was wrong with her? Why did she act like this? Topping a hilltop, delicate nares flared. She threw her dial up and neighed loudly, starting down the hill. Sliding to a stop in the clearing, she reared up higher than any other could, daggers pawing the lithosphere violently.