storm rider

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storm rider

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

11-18-2013, 12:14 PM

LACE

Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?

In a strange way, Lace was starting to like his roaming lifestyle. While still pledging allegiance to the Edge, or to Mirage more specifically, the guilt for not visiting the herd-land was fading at a rapid rate. He had always been a restless soul, unable to remain in one place for too long, and this prolonged absence from everything resembling duties and responsibility was doing him good.

"Maybe we should just let herds be herds and go our own way... what do you say? he asked, peering up towards the green canopy, searching for the frame of his one true friend among the glittering rain-went needles. The earth steamed now after the rain had moved past, rich scents releasing into the air of black hummus, vibrant greenery and mysterious, hidden things that had not seen the light of day for many years. The silver knight shuddered where he walked, solid black hooves sinking deep into the soil as he meandered through the woods, seeking nothing in particular; it was only for the pleasure of hearing the wind sigh in the treetops, see sunlight trickle down through gaps in the foliage and illuminate pieces of red bark, turning the world into a sparkling display of color.

The world always seemed more beautiful after the storm had passed.

"As long as we see others from time to time" the dragon finally replied, her glittering pale form darting from tree to tree far above his head, voice unconcerned; Lace smiled at her before returning the eyes to the surroundings, deftly scouring the vicinity for anything and everything; signs of predators, scents of familiar horses and strangers, peculiar or interesting objects worthy of closer inspection.

It was only coincidence that let his ears pick up a set of words that drifted with the hot, humid wind. Words, that once they had sunken in made the stallion slow down until he stood absolutely still, frozen in place from shock and disbelief. He never thought he would hear that title again. Not here, not from the lips of a stranger who's voice made him gasp from the pang of nostalgia that clasped down on the chest. For a moment he remained in place, hesitating; then the grullo spun around and set off through the forest, a fleeting trot carrying him swiftly in the direction of the speaker.

Gradually they came into view as trees flashed past, three shapes growing clearer for each step taken; only a sharp reminder from the White above made him skid to a halt at a safe distance from the group, approaching only at a slow walk with head held low and eyes fixed on the two older horses. Searching, scrutinizing, with ears eagerly pricked forth...

"My lord!" he finally was able to say, words slipping from the tongue in a rush of excitement. Such a long time it had been since Lace had laid eyes on the tall, black unicorn, how long since those red eyes had met his and issued commands. But would he remember? So many years had passed since Lace left the Woodlands, so many years since he came to Helovia already...

"It is you, isn't it, Nato sir? I served under you in Isilme, and under the Lightning Queen. Perhaps you remember? My name is Lace..."

Gleaming amber eyes slipped to the slender gray mare curious but without recognition. This lady... she was familiar, so achingly similar, but she couldn't be Querida. She seemed younger, leaner, with less of the arrogance his former queen had been so famous for. Who was she? Lace didn't know, but he hoped to find out.

Heart pounding in the chest, he finally shifted the attention to the young colt that stood timidly in the vicinity. Offering the familiar boy a warm smile, Lace nodded in greeting and took a few steps closer, not wishing for the youngster to feel left out.

"We meet again, Sacre. You've grown; have you been well?" The stallion was unaware of what his young friend had been subjected to since last time they met, didn't know of the debt he owed through association. The pale eyes was only kind and happy as he looked between the gathered horses, shifting the stance ever so slightly as Fajira circled down from high above, took a loop around the blood-stained yearling and finally landed on the rump of her bonded; cooing softly as she watched the events unfold with curious blue eyes.

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