Post by `endless on Jul 15, 2011 0:32:01 GMT -5
i have loved the stars too fondly...
steel grey pistons began to animate as soon as the sun was hidden away. when the faded orange veil was lifted and the candles of the night were alight; when the crickets began their nightly symphony and all the day's children were asleep... that was when she emerged. at night, there were no misfit foals that pestered. there were no mares who flaunted, nor any stallions who boasted. the itching of the heat was gone, with only the cool night air left to caress. even when winter would leave her white silhouette, the crisp air she would still prefer. since memory she had preferred it to day.
her name should have been ghost - it was fitting. if she did not want to be found, she would go unnoticed. when she wanted to move out, but do so unseen, it was incredibly plausible. for her own sake she had to learn to be as unseen as the wind. one might find residue of her trail, but she would already be long gone.
tonight would be a pleasant night. there was the chill of spring, yet the warmth of summer promised. from the look of the fresh stars, it would also be a clear night. idyllic. the femme would exit the forest that housed her to venture into the neighboring meadow. there, she would both idly -yet quite contently- graze and meander around. she had no intention of seeking out any companions - they had rarely served her well. but it would appear that fate, as usual, would not accommodate wishes. there were several scents in the air. likely she would be joined. even in daylight, the shadows of the forest camouflaged her as one of their own. and under the cover of darkness, she was damn near invisible.
but she would still traverse to that meadow. plans would not be changed for some random stranger. however, she would avoid a confrontation. from the wind she knew she was downwind, and so her scent was quite covered. scythes picked their way, silently as always, around the clearing. banshee was no more than a whisper through the trees; the only thing perhaps hinting at her existence would be the alabaster end to flag o'war.
dappled egyptian frame carried itself further still - chiseled tiara low to the ground. cloud-like whip held itself somewhat proudly as her own declaration to the night. if company found her, she may tolerate it if it was intelligent. otherwise, one of two things would happen. one) they would be quite bluntly told to leave her be. if no action arose, she would not hesitate to use force. or two) the mare would return into the night from where she came
... to be fearful of the night
[/sup]