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10-03-2013, 01:47 AM
The wind whispered through the trees with the promise of rain later on in the day. It whippped up the white stallions light red tinged mane, blowing fiercly like the aniticpation of a dog striking a ferocious bite. Sighing sadly, he remembered his ridicule with the new mare named Brisa. How...how could there be another Brisa that resembled his previous beloved so much. His heart pounded harder with pain and twisted agony. That damn grief.
Gritting his teeth, he forgot to remind himself that he is a warrior. I was a general! There is no time to be an emotional filly! A little bit of arrogance seeped into his mind every so often, differential from his normal calm stance. As much as he missed his old Brisa, he also felt stinging anger. She left him! Sighing once more, he continued walking in search for love or a least a friend that would mend his wounds.
The low growl of thunder rumbled in the distance, and the white male knew the downpour was racing closer and closer. Suddenly a feminine voice yelled out. Smiling, he approached slowly seeing a pink orbed femme, standing in the clearing yelling out into the howling wind.
"Are you sure there is no home?" Offering kindly, he knew there was something off about this fae. Her maw was twisted into a grimace and her eyes seemed...unstable. Shaking off his discomfort, he still swished his tail and spoke once more. "Hello, I am Arrane from the Windtossed Foothills. Who must you be?" Questioning kindly, he kept his distance just incase she poroved to be dangerous.
Gritting his teeth, he forgot to remind himself that he is a warrior. I was a general! There is no time to be an emotional filly! A little bit of arrogance seeped into his mind every so often, differential from his normal calm stance. As much as he missed his old Brisa, he also felt stinging anger. She left him! Sighing once more, he continued walking in search for love or a least a friend that would mend his wounds.
The low growl of thunder rumbled in the distance, and the white male knew the downpour was racing closer and closer. Suddenly a feminine voice yelled out. Smiling, he approached slowly seeing a pink orbed femme, standing in the clearing yelling out into the howling wind.
"Are you sure there is no home?" Offering kindly, he knew there was something off about this fae. Her maw was twisted into a grimace and her eyes seemed...unstable. Shaking off his discomfort, he still swished his tail and spoke once more. "Hello, I am Arrane from the Windtossed Foothills. Who must you be?" Questioning kindly, he kept his distance just incase she poroved to be dangerous.
