The thunder rolls & the lightning strikes
Mar 15, 2013 17:44:39 GMT -5
Post by Saz on Mar 15, 2013 17:44:39 GMT -5
Since the death of Cloud, the herd's life had been muted; their conversations and interactions with each other were usually quiet and most often brief. It had become unusual to spend any long period talking with each other. The foals, though they had sensed the cloud of grief, had played and squabbled like any usual herd. They were disciplined as usual but no more than needed, no one could bear to squash the joy they brought whenever they played in the autumnal sunlight. Tossing her dark mane from her warm gaze, the bay pony mare moved a few steps before halting, finally growing tired of the silence. Lifting her head and chewing the mouthful of cream grass, her keen eyes searched the field for the hulking chestnut she knew to be Sailor. Spotting him, she smiled gently and whinnied before breaking into a lope and moving swiftly toward him.
"Sailor, my love. I wish to talk to you about something. I was wondering if you would allow Amazon and I to take the foals out for a trip to Mirror Lake? I was also thinking that we may wish to add more numbers to our herd for the winter. More eyes and ears to look out for predators and dangers. It would also strengthen the herd for next spring." She nickered sweetly, brushing her muzzle against his shoulder and she pressed up against his side. She savoured his warmth before she sighed deeply. "Listen, Sailor, I know Cloud's death has been hard on all of us, but we cannot allow it to keep us down and miserable for the rest of our lives. She would never have wanted that. And I know for a fact that if you had only invited me to the canyon last year, that she would have followed me and demanded a foal, it was never something you forced upon her." She spoke gently but with a firm tone as she watched the giant chestnut. He may not have been nearly as vocal or open in his grieving of the grey mare, but the bay knew that he had grieved her just as much as she had, possibly even moreso - especially considering that he blamed himself for her death.
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The two yearlings stood silently in the shadows of the golden orchard; their necks linked in an embrace as they both savoured the silence between them. They had grown ever closer over the continuing months after Cloud's death. They had grown up together, played together, and now they had been through death together. And it showed. Atlas was the first to break away, a gentle smile upon her maw as she watched the bay colt. Her brother; her friend; her confidant; Her Fenrir. The possessive feeling ran through her whenever she lay eyes on him, especially if anyone else got too near him; she almost always had the urge to violently, and swiftly, remove them from his prescence.
The bay yearling tossed his long, tangled mane and grinned charmingly at Atlas as she moved away from him slightly. Their eyes met and he lay his muzzle against hers, unwilling to break physical contact just yet. The familiar squalling of the foals caught his attention however. Only a few hundred yards away, Oblivion, Selwyn and Arwin were wrestling in the long grasses. Instantly the mood between the two yearlings became tense. Fenrir glanced at Atlas who was stiff, ears flattened into her mane and eyes narrowed onto the red dun colt. "Atlas..." He warned her softly, taking a careful step forward. That was more than enough to set her off however, and after dealing him a hard nip, she span on her heels and sped off into the trees.
"Sailor, my love. I wish to talk to you about something. I was wondering if you would allow Amazon and I to take the foals out for a trip to Mirror Lake? I was also thinking that we may wish to add more numbers to our herd for the winter. More eyes and ears to look out for predators and dangers. It would also strengthen the herd for next spring." She nickered sweetly, brushing her muzzle against his shoulder and she pressed up against his side. She savoured his warmth before she sighed deeply. "Listen, Sailor, I know Cloud's death has been hard on all of us, but we cannot allow it to keep us down and miserable for the rest of our lives. She would never have wanted that. And I know for a fact that if you had only invited me to the canyon last year, that she would have followed me and demanded a foal, it was never something you forced upon her." She spoke gently but with a firm tone as she watched the giant chestnut. He may not have been nearly as vocal or open in his grieving of the grey mare, but the bay knew that he had grieved her just as much as she had, possibly even moreso - especially considering that he blamed himself for her death.
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The two yearlings stood silently in the shadows of the golden orchard; their necks linked in an embrace as they both savoured the silence between them. They had grown ever closer over the continuing months after Cloud's death. They had grown up together, played together, and now they had been through death together. And it showed. Atlas was the first to break away, a gentle smile upon her maw as she watched the bay colt. Her brother; her friend; her confidant; Her Fenrir. The possessive feeling ran through her whenever she lay eyes on him, especially if anyone else got too near him; she almost always had the urge to violently, and swiftly, remove them from his prescence.
The bay yearling tossed his long, tangled mane and grinned charmingly at Atlas as she moved away from him slightly. Their eyes met and he lay his muzzle against hers, unwilling to break physical contact just yet. The familiar squalling of the foals caught his attention however. Only a few hundred yards away, Oblivion, Selwyn and Arwin were wrestling in the long grasses. Instantly the mood between the two yearlings became tense. Fenrir glanced at Atlas who was stiff, ears flattened into her mane and eyes narrowed onto the red dun colt. "Atlas..." He warned her softly, taking a careful step forward. That was more than enough to set her off however, and after dealing him a hard nip, she span on her heels and sped off into the trees.
