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Testing for Explosives - Ricochet - 11-30-2013
RE: Testing for Explosives - Lace - 12-06-2013 It was a bit ironic that another child of the Tides would be out and about at the same time. While not born on a sandy shoreline the salt had still seeped deeply into the veins of the silvery stallion that came jogging from the opposite direction, head held low as he trotted forth at a steady pace, each step taken with purpose and poise. They were as opposite as two stallions could be; a king and a vagabond, silver and gold, peaceful and raging, racist and open minded, young and old. But they had the sea in common. That, and a fire raging within that wouldn't be put out no matter how hard the wind blew or the struggles they had to face in order to get what they wanted. Perhaps Lace was one step ahead - at least he had the crown to show for his efforts. None of this was of any importance to him as he jogged northbound along the shore, ocean lapping at ebony fetlocks every now and then as the waves rolled in and receded. To him the stench upon the wind was invigorating, fresh and nostalgic; the memories of his time on the Tides were mostly good, and thinking back was generally a pleasant experience as long as he avoided the last few weeks of his stay there. He found it was easier to do now a days than it had been. Time had slowly healed the wounds of his own thoughtless evils, leaving only a scar that might smart from time to time, but that was largely faded now. One mark of many, some littering the gray coat while others too remained unseen to the naked eye. Only a white dragon knew how deep they once cut - but she was far away now, sleeping in a nest of yellowing leaves behind sturdy glass walls. He was going to back to her now, and was eager to get there. Thus, as he passed the buttermilk stallion and his dog Lace only arched the neck briefly in a polite gesture before he moved past them, not stopping to think over why the scar-faced youngster looked familiar. "G'day" was the only word he offered - he didn't feel like stopping to chat down a stranger today. Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! Huge moons there wax and wane- Again- again- again- RE: Testing for Explosives - Ricochet - 12-06-2013
RE: Testing for Explosives - Lace - 01-09-2014 A barely visible frown tensed the inky nostrils as his path was cut off by the black-maned stranger. Breaking off to a halt with a deft skid that made the damp sand wash away from the hooves in sluggish waves of brown and gray, he took a moment to look over the other as he spoke, introducing himself. They seemed about equal in height, but that was where the similarities stopped. In his eyes, Ricochet seemed young still despite the apparent maturity of the bulky bodice, the way all horses looked young to those getting on in age. The buttery coat was littered in scars, and as Lace for a second met the teal eyes of the stallion he thought himself able to guess the reason for them. If that vivid color and lurking lack of trust was anything to go by, he was standing before a troublemaker of rank... Then again, the grullo had learned a long time ago that it was stupid to judge people at first glance. "Ricochet..." Lace repeated thoughtfully, tasting the name as he tried to recall where he had come across it before. "Ah yes, I remember. You are related to Smoke and Kimber, are you not? I saw you at Israfel's birth. Almost two years ago now, if I'm not mistaken." He remembered how the stallion had looked at the filly, and his own frown of dislike over the blunt loathing that had been displayed. Racism was not something Lace agreed with, no matter where it came from - he had seen what it could lead to, albeit not as clearly as some other horses he knew. "I do indeed. She chose to remain at home though, and should be waiting for me to come back soon..." The faint smile that touched on his lips were slightly pointed as he gave the other a look, clearly hinting that he would have been closer to home now if he hadn't been stopped in his path. As the gilded eyes moved on they fell onto the dog that settled in next to the buckskin; for a moment the black-rimmed ears threatened to fall back in dislike, before the gold-dusted horse caught himself in the act. This was not the same mutt, not the frothing beast that had almost snuffed the light of his soulmate. "Your bonded?" he asked shortly, nodding towards the creature. Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! Huge moons there wax and wane- Again- again- again- |