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08-22-2012, 03:48 PM
It was a voice he did not recognize. It was a voice that shook the earth in the way all Edge members' did, alerting him, whether awake or asleep, that his presence was requested. Definitely feminine in its qualities, he pegged it as a mare, and not one he knew all too well. As of late there had been several newcomers, many of them mares, so it was nothing strange that he did not know them and their calls. Some had never had occasion to cry out for him, so how was he then to know? Even if he required each and every one of them to shout the first time he met them, he'd not be able to remember it all - and, their cries seldom sounded the same up close as they did when far away. So it was pointless, and he was left mystified as he easily navigated the forest, drawing closer to the pair. The scent of the mare Descaro had brought home grew stronger, as well as the one of a stranger, and as Mauja finally became silhouetted in the fog, so did they; one tall and slim, shimmering and pearly white, the other slightly shorter and stockier, midnight black with tresses of blood red. Faelene, his mind whispered, and approved of what he saw.
Not having heard what they had been talking about, Mauja effortlessly glided up to them, moving his legs but the motion lost in the swirl of mist around his striped, frost-covered hooves. A deep whicker rumbled in his chest and he reached out to gently touch Faelene's black neck, gratitude evident upon his face. "You called?" he asked of her, voice smooth and soft, and after a heartbeat his ice-colored gaze swept onto the lissome stranger. A silver horn sat proudly upon her brow, and inwardly he approved, but his outward expression remained neutral but curious, hesitant to judge, hesitant to hope. Who was she, behind that glossy coat? Was her heart like a red rose, romantic and frivolous, blind to the glory of her race, or was it swept in black satin? Only time would tell... |
