He was a spot of snow in a luscious green landscape. His shining silvery coat gleamed with good health as he picked his way through the trees, but his heart suffered. He was alone, and had been since his father had kicked him out. He paused a moment, ears pricked, scanning through the trees. It was mid summer, and the trees were fruitful, but not yet ripe. All the same, the grey stallion reached his head up and plucked an apply off a tree...but alas....too sour! He spat it out on the ground, ears pinned a moment. Disgusting. He snorted, and started walking again; well, it had been worth a try.
He could smell the scent of mares, old and knew, and could almost see them wandering through this paradise. Taking in the scents, he closed his eyes a moment, savoring the peace of this place. Spotting a stream, he made his way over towards it, and lowered his head to the clear, precious liquid. It was cold, cool, and very refreshing. He even ventured to wade in, not caring if somebody was watching him....unless it was a mare. He stepped out, refreshed and revived and continued on his way.
The stallion wanted company, that much was certain...no, he needed company, and if it was a mare...well, that made it even better.
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The pounding of her hooves against the ground made her veins rush with adrenalin. The smell of the earth and ripening fruit filled her flared nostrils. Running was her escape from the world. It made her carefree. So exhilarating, the sheer joy it brought to her was indescribable. Her white mane rippled behind her and she could feel the earth changing into a new terrain. But suddenly it didn't smell so strongly of the earth. The only smell that filled her nose was that of stallion. And as she crested the top of a large hill she saw him there. He seemed to be thinking. She had to admit he was handsome. Completely white. He looked regal there. She had once thought of her like that.
She shook her head, no depressing thoughts. Today she had freedom. Today she started new. And with a new life came new friends. So bravely trotted down into the small valley to meet the impressive stallion.
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Ears pricked, nostrils flared; a mare was approaching. He looked around, excitement coursing through his veins as he looked at the approaching horse. Her chocolate painted coat was beautiful, and it fairly glittered with good health. With a slight toss of his head, he turned to face her. She did not say anything, and he grinned at her. She was beautiful.
"Hello there, dove," he said. "My name is Notre Chateaux, but please, call me Norris." he said, trying to be friendly. Oh, how he would love to start a herd! Maybe he would come to call this mare his own. Just maybe. He would have to hit off on the right foot however.
"I'm Flyaway Phoenix." she said. "You can just call me Fly." He seemed sweet enough, even though he was a little enthusiastic. But that wasn't always a bad thing. He smelled of sweet water and fresh grass. His hooves gleamed reflecting the rays of the sun into shining pools in the grass. The slight breeze that she had seen the hawk gliding on earlier was ruffling bits of the stallions fur. Fly pricked her ears and watched him. The way he stood, the way his eyes moved, everything. Her mother had taught her when she was young that every little movement, every reaction, could determine the personality of a horse. Though that was the only advice her mother had ever given her.
But there was no bitterness in Fly's mind. She had moved herself beyond that, and all her concentration was on this stallion that stood before her.
Excitement coursing through his veins, the stallion tossed his head, and looked at her with a smile. Flyaway Phoenix. He whispered the name softly. It had a pleasant ring to it, and it was a beautiful name as well. He wanted to make a good first impression on this mare, and decided that he wanted to take her home with him. "Lovely name," he whickered softly. He watched her, trying to figure this beautiful young fae out. Where had she come from? She was difficult to read, yet she seemed friendly enough.
"What brings you out here?" he asked her conversationally. Not the most imaginative question, but hey, he had to start somewhere.
She swished her tail and thought about the question for a minuet. It seemed innocent enough. A simple answer needed. But then it all came back to her.
Her father standing over her. Happiness in his eyes. Her bones ached where he had struck her. The bruises were small impressions in her body. She was covered with mud, old and new. Her short mane was ragged and her small legs weak as she stumble off. Her "proud" father watched her leave, a smirk on his face, shouting after her "If you know what's good for you you'll never come back!" He hadn't shouted loud, but she had heard him as clear as day.
Then it was gone. And she was back in the present. Fly smiled. "I used to live by a lake. My parent's kicked me out of our herd." She looked at him squarely. "I came to find a new life." She glanced around, feeling rather awkward. Then tossed her head a bit, "What about you? Why here?"
She stood there a moment, lost in thought. What was she thinking? What was going through her head? It seemed as though it might be something painful, based on the expression on her face. He watched her, patiently waiting for her reply. She was very beautiful...wait a second, that thought had already occurred in his mind. Come now, he couldn't go repeating his own thoughts, as that would make him confused, and cause him to say embarrassing things. He could NOT have that.
When she did reply, he was shocked. What a horrible experience. He himself couldn't imagine such a horrible experience, as he had always had a fairly uneventful life...and some horses seemed to think he was ignorant and foolish for that. Well, just because he had never suffered beyond reason didn't mean that he was ignorant to the real world. Sure, he didn't know quite so much about every aspect of life, but he knew enough.
"I'm so sorry,"he said, trying to be sincere. He wanted her to know that he truly was sorry. "I can't even fathom why anyone would hurt such a pretty thing like yourself." His heart jumped. Had he said too much? Had he spoken to boldy? He watched her, anxiety deep inside, hoping that he hand't seemed to..."eager", but damn, she was so pretty!
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Fly tilted her head. "Your sweet." He was nice. And he acted like he really wanted to make her happy. Thoughts rushed through her head, scenes that seemed from another horse's life. The flash of trees passing, the bubbling of streams flowing over rocks. Leaves crunching under her fast moving feet. Fly smiled and tossed her mane. "Were you going somewhere?" Fly wondered if he had a herd. If he had anyone to back to at all. She took a step forward and started walking towards the small stream, slightly motioning for him to follow her with a flick of her ears.
"Nowhere in particular," he said casually. Now he wanted to go somewhere, and he wanted to take this lovely painted mare with him. He grinned at her. "Care to join me for a stroll through the woods?" he asked her, dare he say with a touch of playfulness in his tone. Playful wasn't generally his nature, but he felt so giddy around this lovely creature.
With a toss of his head he pranced in place for a moment, and reached out his nose towards her mane, inhaling her sweat smelling scent. Some horses would think this too bold, but Notre Chateaux didn't really care all that much. He tucked his head towards his chest a moment and looked at her inquiringly. He hoped she would accept his invite.
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Ears pricked and eyes she nodded. She wondered what he was thinking. He seemed so energetic. Maybe he would run with her. He was the first stallion she had met in a long time and she was forgetting how to handle them. One mare she had met along the way had told her the key to stallions was to pretend you didn't care about them at all. To act like they were bugs. Fly had snorted at the idea. That was certainly one way to earn respect. But it was not the way she chose to act. She chose the more calm and collected approach. That way they seemed more like equals. Fly figured that her reasoning was more inclined towards the kind side of things. As Fly turned towards the forest many thoughts floated through her mind. Thoughts of her mother and father, of her travelings, of all the other horses she'd met. They had all been so kind to her. They had helped her and showed her the way to go. She had never told them her story. Well, the full story. But this time, this time she felt like she might be able to confide in this snowy white stallion. She glanced at him, not being able to stare at his sleek body.
Maybe he would be the one to show her where she belonged. Maybe this time she would be able to let go of her past and move one. Maybe, just maybe, he was the one.
He felt like he was melting from the inside out. He could feel his energy level rising like floodwaters. He could sense the energy in her as well, and he tossed his head, ears pricked. Dancing in place, he looked at her. "So..." he said."I don't know about you, but I say we get out of this dreary place," he said. He hoped she would catch his hints...he felt like running...sprinting his very heart out, and dare he say it, race the wind! Yes, it was cheesy, but this little mare made him feel that way! He could do anything in the whole wide world!
The stallion wasn't fully aware of the immaturity of his thoughts, but he was far to happy to care. Why should he? If he had fingers, they would be crossed. Instead, he pricked his ears forward, attempting to cross them, but failing miserably. Ahh, close enough. He picked up a light, prancing trot, and circled the mare; not aggressively or in a claiming, dominant matter, but playfully. He wanted to run so badly right now! Why? There was only one explaination: Hormones.
She gave him a slight grin and waited until he had made a full prancing circle. He was acting silly. Like a weird sense of being a foal had overtaken him. And it took her too. She flipped her tail and cantered up the large hill she had come from. She didn't care to look back, already knowing that he was going to follow her. At the top she reared and whinnied. It was so exhilarating. He gave her so much energy. The wind in her mane, smelling of green grass and water. She stood at the top of the hill grinning, feeling perfectly happy.
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Something snapped inside the big grey stallion. As the filly cantered off, he stood there as still as he could be, just staring at her. When she reared out of spirits, he really snapped. In two. With a toss of his head, he picked up a trot to follow her. His heart was pounding, his spirits were soaring, and he cantered, with a snort and a buck. His eyes still on the filly, he whinnied, shaking his head over and over again.
When he was ten feet from her, several things came into play. His hormones kicked in full blast, and he was struck head on by the silly, strange, and stupid actions of a young, lovestruck stallion. He took two big strides, and bolted. "Come on!" he whinned as he raced past her, his eyes on fire, his ears forward, the feeling of the wind whipping through his mane, his legs reaching forward for each stride. Ahh...this was glorious! Why didn't he do this more often?
Her excitement grew past levels she had ever known. They were going to run! As he sped past her she took his smell in for just a moment. Ah... The sweet aroma of sweat and energy all bundled into one. With that she spun on her haunches and flew in the direction of the grey stallion. Hooves pounding on the ground making a symphony of sounds. Her legs a blur of golden brown and white. She was the wind, powerful and strong. Never yielding. Never going to stop. Trees passed by in a blur. The world was theirs! They owned all they passed. She tossed her head into the wind and whinnied, it felt so good! She had missed this. The simple company of running and the wind in her face. Sighing she raced forward to catch up.
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