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There'll be nothing left for me to yearn

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THE BITTER FROSTFALL WIND LASHED OUT AT ME, ENGULFING MY BEASTLY BODY IN A WHIRLWIND OF SNOW. I TRUDGED THROUGH THE MAZE OF TALL LOOMING PINES. THICK EBONY FORELOCK SWADDLED MY FACE; CURLING AND BILLOWING WITH THE AIR, PROVIDING NECESARY WARMTH FOR MY FLESH. IT WAS TOO EARLY IN FROSTFALL FOR MY THICK WINTER PELT TO GROW IN, MY FUR STILL SLEEK AND UNINSULATED. SILENCE RANG THROUGH THE LANDSCAPE, CLARITY WAS ONLY GIVEN IN THE MOMENTARY BREAKS OF THRASHING BLOW. WHAT HAVE I COME HERE FOR? MY MIND TURNED OVER. FATHER HAD NOT ASKED ME TO COME HERE, I AM HOPELESSLY LOST.

MY ULTRAMARINE EYES SQUINTED AT THE FAINT TRAIL, THICKLY LAID WITH PINENEEDLES AND A THIN LAYER OF ICY PRECIPITATION. MY PINK MUZZLE JERKED AND TOSSED AT THE TICKLING SNOWFALL. I FLIPPED MY WAVING FORELOCK, AND SWATTED MY WRAPPED TAIL BEFORE CONTINUING MY FURTHER THOUGHT.

WHAT WAS I TO RETURN HOME FOR ANYHOW? AN OVERBURDENED FATHER DESPERATELY STRUGGLING TO MAKE ALL THREE OF HIS SONS INTO BLOODTHIRSTY WARRIORS. HOWLING AT THEM FOR THEIR EVERY MISTAKE. I SHOOK MY HEAD AND SNORTED A PUFF OF GREY SMOKE INTO THE WHIRLWIND. GAVE A FLICK OF MY TAIL, RAISED MY HEAD, AND SKITTERED ON MY FEET. THE THOUGHT OF THEIR BARBARIC DISCIPLINARY ACTIONS INFLAMED ME, LIKE RIPPING THE SCAB OFF AN OLD WOUND.

I PICKED UP A LIVID, FAST PACED TROT, LIFTING MY CANNONS HIGH WITH EVERY STEP. MY HEAD POUNDED. THE TROT ESCALATED QUICKLY INTO A CANTER. SHORT QUICK STRIDES ATE UP GROUND AS I TORE THROUGH THE FOREST, HURDLING OVER ROCKS, AND LOGS. I BARED MY TEETH AND A ROAR SPILLED FROM MY LIPS, ECHOING ACROSS THE TREES ON THEIR BARK. NO TURNING BACK NOW.. I SCREECHED TO A HALT IN A CLOUD OF AIRBORN SNOW AND PINENEEDLES, ONLY GLANCING BACK THE TRAIL.

I DID A DOUBLE-TAKE.

IN MY RAGE HAD I STORMED OFF ON MY BROTHER? I WHIPPED AROUND, AND TOOK OFF IN A FULL OUT GALLOP DOWN THE PATH. "POLARIS!" I SHRIEKED, SPRINTING FURTHER AND FURTHER DOWN THE BARELY VISIBLE PATH. FLARING MY PEACHY NOSTRILS, AND HEAVING MY LUNGS UP AND DOWN. "POLARIS?" I CRIED OUT AGAIN, SLOWING MY PACE BACK DOWN TO A BOUNCY, NERVOUS TROT. "ANYONE?"I MUMBLED AND PACED IN CIRCLES, LIFTING MY HOOVES HIGH ABOVE THE SNOW.

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There'll be nothing left for me to yearn - by Orka - 02-02-2014, 09:23 PM
RE: There'll be nothing left for me to yearn - by Orka - 02-05-2014, 04:15 PM
RE: There'll be nothing left for me to yearn - by Orka - 02-06-2014, 05:45 PM

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