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10-03-2013, 02:52 AM
The light blue sky was hued many vibrant colors of orange, red, and purple until at last the sun sank beyond the horizon leaving in its wake, darkness. The warrior didn't mind it though. He got accepted to the Windtossed Foothills, a great honor. Another chilling wind came through, making the tough stallion shiver slightly. Gritting his teeth ever so slightly, he continued his walk feeling the short grass brush against his fetlock.
Arrane slept soundly that night, his mind black with no trace of dreams. The bright rays of dawn awoke him out of his slumber, and his groggy azure eyes flitted open almost instnantly.
A loud call rang through the silence, rising up against the little breeze that was dying down. It was definently feminine, and of course it had to be a Foothills horse! For the stallion, it would be the perfect opportunity to meet the other members of the herd. With a serious face, he approached closer to the mares call, curious to who it was.
A dark figure stood out illuminated in dawn's light, gazing with the eyes of a wise woman. Another figure, brutish and..giant, stood with her. Despite the muscular pale body, she was clearly a mare. Sculpted with strength, her femininity was never lost.
Arrane heard snippets of their conversation, and assumed that Lakota was the dark gray mare, and Artemis was the pale warrioress. Dipping his head in respect to both of his herdmates, he started to speak. "Hello ,I am Arrane a new member and a new warrior of the Foothills", he tried cutting his introduction breif, but friendly and formal. "Why have you summoned us, Miss?", dipping his head at the darker one, he awaited her reply.
Arrane slept soundly that night, his mind black with no trace of dreams. The bright rays of dawn awoke him out of his slumber, and his groggy azure eyes flitted open almost instnantly.
A loud call rang through the silence, rising up against the little breeze that was dying down. It was definently feminine, and of course it had to be a Foothills horse! For the stallion, it would be the perfect opportunity to meet the other members of the herd. With a serious face, he approached closer to the mares call, curious to who it was.
A dark figure stood out illuminated in dawn's light, gazing with the eyes of a wise woman. Another figure, brutish and..giant, stood with her. Despite the muscular pale body, she was clearly a mare. Sculpted with strength, her femininity was never lost.
Arrane heard snippets of their conversation, and assumed that Lakota was the dark gray mare, and Artemis was the pale warrioress. Dipping his head in respect to both of his herdmates, he started to speak. "Hello ,I am Arrane a new member and a new warrior of the Foothills", he tried cutting his introduction breif, but friendly and formal. "Why have you summoned us, Miss?", dipping his head at the darker one, he awaited her reply.
