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Post by hossluver on Sept 17, 2010 10:29:08 GMT -5
The hot sand scorched the mare's hooves as she walked slowly through the desert landscape. Her head was low, her dark green eyes staring blankly into nothingness, and hear ears were laid back. She was unhappy. Her life was nearly gone, in some form. She was strong, sure, and fairly well fed, but her spirit was trickling away. She was walking briskly, with a purpose, to find a life again, maybe a mate, but a life.
The dark mare paused a moment, and lifted her head, tasting the air for the scent of another horse. She knew she was no the only one here. It was then, that caught a familiar scent. Sure enough, the loud, hissing rattle met her ears, and her eyes turned to the ground, where not a foot away was a three foot rattlesnake, poised for an attack. The powerfully built mare reared, high, almost vertically, ears pinned with a scream. Just in time too, for the snake had lunged for the mares front legs, which she now brought down with force on top of the snake, destroying it's life in a second.
With a snort, she moved off of the snake, now crushed, driven into the sand. Windsor turned away, and moved on, walking further into the desert, the heat, the danger. But she didn't care. She didn't think she would ever care again, not about anything, not even herself.
muse; okay
notes; open to all, first post here!!!!
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Post by mismile on Sept 21, 2010 19:59:57 GMT -5
She woke from her doze with a start. A scream sounded near her, filling the vast emptiness that was the desert. She stood and shook the sand from her white coat. Trotting to the tip of the sand dune. She whinnied as she spotted another horse.
It had been a while since she had spotted one of her own. It was exciting, although she did not really need anyone to keep her company in this land. She had lived on her own for most of her life, and she did not feel it was necessary to be surrounded by others in a herd.
Still, she loped agilely down the dune, coming to a sliding stop a ways away from the mare so as not to spray her with sand. She perked her ears and nickered in the most friendly way possible. She was all about first impressions.
"Hey, I'm Sunny," she said sweetly.
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Post by hossluver on Sept 22, 2010 22:07:23 GMT -5
Windsor heard the mare before she saw her. Herd her whinny of joy, and the the bay mare turned her head to look as the dancing grey horse came cantering towards her. Her long forelock in her eyes, Windsor stared at the approaching horse coldly. She watched as the horse slid to a stop, spraying a small cloud of sand into the air. She stared at the bright looking horse, and raised her head.
This horse had known little hardship. Windsor had no need to ask what she was doing here; she obviously had Arabian influence, and therefore was used to extreme conditions. It was at that moment that the bay mare found herself in envy of the other mare. She looked in good health, her grey coat glistening in the sunlight; a sharp contrast to the dark bay mare. Her coat glistened lightly with sweat; she wasn't overheated too badly, but warm enough. She snorted as the proud looking beast introduced herself in a sickeningly (at least to Windsor) sweet voice. She seemed to be trying to make a good first impression.
Windsor wasn't about to simply open up her heart and soul to this stranger, let alone give her her name. However, her mother; a sweet and kindly mare had told her once to be kind to all new horses. However, the thought of her mother pained the mare at the moment, and she pushed thoughts of her mother out of her mind, but the influence remained....if only slightly. Windsor would love to pin her ears, and simply trot off, ignoring the mare completely, but the leader in her and her mother's influence stopped her. However, she was far from being friendly; her life had been nothing but pain for too long.
"Hello mare," she said, almost blandly, without looking at the horse, but her powerful voice reflected the leader inside the tall, limber mare. She could see that the mare looked young...well, perhaps not young, she appeared to be around the same age as Windsor herself, but looked her age. Windsor looked as though she were five years older than she was.
"Very bold of you to go running up to strangers in a land of bitterness, and hate," she said. Not agressivly, but not kindly either. She had no desire to fight, it was not her nature, but she did not want this horse to tag along with her, unless she herself approved.
muse; good
notes; windsor!!! behave!!!  |
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Post by mismile on Sept 27, 2010 7:12:11 GMT -5
"Pardon me, I was not aware that this land had any traces of hate or bitterness in it! I only see majesty and freedom, but it appears that you think otherwise," Sunny replied, lowering her head a little. She began to turn from Windsor, but stopped. She looked at the mare again.
"I cannot stand to leave you while you look so hungry. Allow me to help you. I know this land inside and out, surely you could use some water and food," she offered.
She knew of a large oasis where water was in no short supply and the grass grew lush and green. She was sure that the mare would be happy there... or at least happier. Sunny was the kind of mare that could not just leave someone while they were starving or thirsty. She wanted to help, it was in her blood. |
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Post by hossluver on Oct 2, 2010 17:29:46 GMT -5
Windsor sighed as the horse recoiled from her tart reply. However, she felt herself wanting to scoff at the mare...majesty and freedom....this was a land of dark horses, of bitter, tasteless freedom...far from majesty in her opinion. That word, freedom, pierced her heart. She had always considered herself free, until she had been driven away. That had shot her freedom right out of the sky. Windsor glared at the horse as she offered help. Sure, water didn't sound all that bad, but she was far from going hungry. She was used to it.
It took some self control not to reply sharply at the horse, but she felt herself soften momentarily...the horse only wanted to help her. However, the way she lowered her head, looking so pitiful, was absolutely gagging to the battle hardened mare. She rolled her eyes, and forced herself to face the horse.
"It is kind of you to offer," she said. She paused monetarily, trying to come up with something to say. "I have traveled far and wide, young mare, and am not in need of assistance." she said, attempting at being polite. "However, if you could point me in the right direction of a water source, I would be ever so grateful." There. That was nice enough. The hell with it, if she needed the sweetest, warmest reply of utmost gratitude to show her where to go, Windsor would have none of it and find water on her own. But, if the mare was willing, she could do with a little company for a while...besides, what's the harm in that?
muse; goodish baddish
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Post by mismile on Oct 9, 2010 16:58:07 GMT -5
Sunny bowed graciously. "If you do not wish to have company, I will show you where to go and be on my way... I have some things to take care of any way." She trotted to the top of the sand dune and beckoned for the mare to follow her. She nodded east. "Just go this way for a while, there is a nice private oasis about a half an hour's journey from here." She nodded to the mare. "I wish you luck on your journey and I hope we meet again soon." With that, she galloped off to the west, in the direction of her own oasis. |
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Post by hossluver on Oct 10, 2010 12:51:26 GMT -5
Windsor looked at the mare thoughtfully, and spared her a kind look "Thank you very much," she said with a dip of her head. She was feeling a little bad, and she didn't really intend on hurting the mares feelings. She wanted to be kind, but she was hurt far too deep to be really friendly. However, she decided to attempt at being friendly, and she smiled wryly. However, it was through smiling that her true feelings were always unmasked, the pain that she had been in for years.
"I have nothing against you, young Sunny," she said gently. "I am a mare with too much sorrow and pain to be around someone as spirited as you." she said. "I wish you well, and thank you." she said. She followed the mare's directions at a trot, and nodded at her as she trotted off into the desert. She did not look back.
muse; okay
notes; so, we can end it here if u like, or we don't have to. It's been fun! (sorry windsor was so moody, its just who she is) |
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