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12-30-2012, 03:19 PM
Romani
The wonderful weather is what had brought Romani to the woods of Helovia’s Threshold, her steps light and head held high as she ventured onwards. Her thick, ivory mane bounced as she moved, forelock swaying in front of piercing, azure eyes, and the mare’s red palomino body stopped abruptly. Turning her head around to face where she had just come from, a soft, affectionate smile crossed the mare’s darker lips.
“Kasai,” she called, gaze lingering on the small, white tiger cub that trotted playfully a ways behind her, “Come along, sweet, or you’ll fall behind.” Regardless of her words, the Haflinger mare waited for her companion to catch up. The cub’s tail was up, ears perked and still-blue eyes full of wonder as she took in the surroundings of the Threshold. It was Kasai’s first time in the Threshold, and while it held new sights and smells for the tiger, Romani knew better than to allow her to wander off. It had been hard enough finding the black and white bundle of fur when they had been home, in the Foothills, and Kasai had figured that a game of hide-and-seek was terribly overdue. Lifting her muzzle down, Romani pressed her nose into the soft fur adorning the tiger’s hide and chuckled. While they couldn’t communicate like a true companion and bonded should due to the strange Eclipse of Birdsong, they had already grown close…
“Let’s go, Kasai. Come on.” Obediently the tiger followed when the palomino mare turned to continue on their way, her small, spindly legs trotting quickly to try and keep up with Romani’s own thick, larger ones. It was shortly after they continued their exploration of the Threshold when she spotted a creature much like herself; a stallion lay beneath the warm embrace of a few trees, and head tilting, the mare stepped closer, but not too close.
At her side, Kasai bounded forwards the resting stallion, a little chirping cry leaving her throat. In her mind, this new equine could be a new friend to play with. Knowing better, Romani immediately called her companion back to her, then directed her attention back on the tobiano once Kasai returned. Despite his dirty hide, he was a handsome creature, obviously palomino with a tobiano coat and blessed with a thick white mane and tail. Inhaling, she spoke, a pretty smile on her lips to show that she wasn’t a threat. While muscled, the stallion looked like he need to gain some weight, and the last thing that the Foothills warrior wished to do was strain or upset the stag.
“Greetings, good sir,” she called out, hoping that she wasn’t interrupting his slumber, “Welcome to Helovia. Is there something I can do for you?”
“Kasai,” she called, gaze lingering on the small, white tiger cub that trotted playfully a ways behind her, “Come along, sweet, or you’ll fall behind.” Regardless of her words, the Haflinger mare waited for her companion to catch up. The cub’s tail was up, ears perked and still-blue eyes full of wonder as she took in the surroundings of the Threshold. It was Kasai’s first time in the Threshold, and while it held new sights and smells for the tiger, Romani knew better than to allow her to wander off. It had been hard enough finding the black and white bundle of fur when they had been home, in the Foothills, and Kasai had figured that a game of hide-and-seek was terribly overdue. Lifting her muzzle down, Romani pressed her nose into the soft fur adorning the tiger’s hide and chuckled. While they couldn’t communicate like a true companion and bonded should due to the strange Eclipse of Birdsong, they had already grown close…
“Let’s go, Kasai. Come on.” Obediently the tiger followed when the palomino mare turned to continue on their way, her small, spindly legs trotting quickly to try and keep up with Romani’s own thick, larger ones. It was shortly after they continued their exploration of the Threshold when she spotted a creature much like herself; a stallion lay beneath the warm embrace of a few trees, and head tilting, the mare stepped closer, but not too close.
At her side, Kasai bounded forwards the resting stallion, a little chirping cry leaving her throat. In her mind, this new equine could be a new friend to play with. Knowing better, Romani immediately called her companion back to her, then directed her attention back on the tobiano once Kasai returned. Despite his dirty hide, he was a handsome creature, obviously palomino with a tobiano coat and blessed with a thick white mane and tail. Inhaling, she spoke, a pretty smile on her lips to show that she wasn’t a threat. While muscled, the stallion looked like he need to gain some weight, and the last thing that the Foothills warrior wished to do was strain or upset the stag.
“Greetings, good sir,” she called out, hoping that she wasn’t interrupting his slumber, “Welcome to Helovia. Is there something I can do for you?”
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
