Illusionary Delusion
Jun 11, 2008 21:35:20 GMT -5
Post by Dusty's Girl on Jun 11, 2008 21:35:20 GMT -5
"King, you know that this is not what you are expecting. Our mares are probably gone and our land has most likely been taken over. The wilds have a way of reclaiming what was theirs." The dun's deep voice could be heard for yards away. Sadness filled his deep voice, something that he was used to. His black mane and tail rippled in the wind of the Ridge as he follwed behind the black and white King. Battles were fought here, blood spilled. It was a perfect place for the horse of travel to live out his last years. A limp had come to his strong body, the left front hoof weakened slightly by a bit of white line disease. His muscles were still strong and he was still an imposing stallion, if a bit older now.
"You may never know what happens, Raidho. Mares are fickle and the land can always be reclaimed." His own deep voice echoed sadness for his lead mare, Velvet. She was a light in his life, something to lift a heavy soul. His long mane and tail were slightly tangled and his coat a bit more lackluster. Age was just starting to set in, no outward signs just yet. He was still strong, fierce, and a tough competitor that now took great care of his older mentor. The months were not too kind to these two. The battles long and hard. Isa and Dagaz were fallen under dark hooves, under humans and their ropes. Death had been witnessed by the two old friends. But they returned to retire...to gather a small herd and sire foals to bring the next generation or rebels to the war that was brewing in the future.
"You may never know what happens, Raidho. Mares are fickle and the land can always be reclaimed." His own deep voice echoed sadness for his lead mare, Velvet. She was a light in his life, something to lift a heavy soul. His long mane and tail were slightly tangled and his coat a bit more lackluster. Age was just starting to set in, no outward signs just yet. He was still strong, fierce, and a tough competitor that now took great care of his older mentor. The months were not too kind to these two. The battles long and hard. Isa and Dagaz were fallen under dark hooves, under humans and their ropes. Death had been witnessed by the two old friends. But they returned to retire...to gather a small herd and sire foals to bring the next generation or rebels to the war that was brewing in the future.
