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12-26-2013, 04:31 PM
The serene moonlight cast its light upon a small body of water, making it shimmer with beauty. Arrane yearned for the sunlight again, but he didn't mind pitch black night when the glow of the moon illuminated his path. After a period submerged in darkness, the white stallion never thought the light of day would shine again, for even the moon had vanished. With an amused snort, and a curt flip of his head, he rid himself of his bothersome mane that obscured his eyes.
A feminine, yet desolate whinny rang into the still night time, drawing curiosity from the lone stallion. Cyan eyes scanned the area, noting powerful sadness and loneliness in her voice. It made the lad's heart ache with sorrowful pain, as he urged himself forwards to where the mare called out. As he quietly arrived to the spot where he had heard the solitary lass call out, he spotted no one, yet caught trace of her scent. Eager to find out who was so distressed, he followed the smell, hearing the faint foot steps of another.
Interest made his ears prick forwards as he tried to approach, making the leaves rustle. The eating fae tensed with wariness, her elegant head shooting up. Arrane noticed that she was an Arabian horse, like him, with similiar colored eyes. A friendly smile appeared on his maw, as she approached him. Speaking first, his masculine tones were laced with kindness. "Hello. I heard your call, and you sounded lonely", sympathetic, the stallion showed himself as he gallantly appeared from shadows. "I am Arrane, from the Foothills. What brings you out here?" His question was sincere, and he stood silent after those few sentences, awaiting her reply.
A feminine, yet desolate whinny rang into the still night time, drawing curiosity from the lone stallion. Cyan eyes scanned the area, noting powerful sadness and loneliness in her voice. It made the lad's heart ache with sorrowful pain, as he urged himself forwards to where the mare called out. As he quietly arrived to the spot where he had heard the solitary lass call out, he spotted no one, yet caught trace of her scent. Eager to find out who was so distressed, he followed the smell, hearing the faint foot steps of another.
Interest made his ears prick forwards as he tried to approach, making the leaves rustle. The eating fae tensed with wariness, her elegant head shooting up. Arrane noticed that she was an Arabian horse, like him, with similiar colored eyes. A friendly smile appeared on his maw, as she approached him. Speaking first, his masculine tones were laced with kindness. "Hello. I heard your call, and you sounded lonely", sympathetic, the stallion showed himself as he gallantly appeared from shadows. "I am Arrane, from the Foothills. What brings you out here?" His question was sincere, and he stood silent after those few sentences, awaiting her reply.
