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02-12-2014, 09:37 PM
Éostre listened to the soft hum of the conversing horses, their coats creating a river of different patterns across her eyes. Every time she blinked, she swore that new ones fluttered in, while others blended or left. It was simply, a jam packed river full of migrating fish. The mare nodded to herself, confident that this was an adequate statement to describe horses.
Except they didn’t die when spawning. Nope, definitely didn’t happen.
She wasn’t sure if the villain reference was to make her nervous, but then again she herself had brought it to the light of day from her mind. Of course, it was dark and cold down here, something that was often thought of when thinking of villains, although it seemed there were to be no villains right now, for everyone was crowded together from those wraith beings, which seemed to be a great threat that was looming over a’many horses heads.
The Stallion, Windwalker walked ahead of her, his feet would have made echoes if not for the talk of the many bodies conversing. His body melted in the many array of colors clouding the river, with a slight fright of losing one of the first horses she saw, and of course met; she moved quickly, falling into the trail behind him of the path he was making in the mass of horses. He was quite the smiler too, which Éostre found strange in her own right.
“Hmm?” The mare made a sound of acknowledgment of almost stepping a horses tail that was fanned on from the floor, she didn’t catch the horses eye but avoided the spreading of hair across the floor. Her eyes glued onto the dark form of the stallion ahead of her when he spoke, kindly it was too.
“I would think water would do me some good.” She glanced at the intimidating swell of horses around her, wary at the meeting of any of them really. New horses, are strange. Even Windwalker, but she at least had a conversation with him a little bit.
“Too many horses I think, not to…” She shook her head around the group they we’re wadding in. “interested in joining that fray.” Her steps seemed quiet compared the voices, and she found that strange, being the wandering folk she was.
Except they didn’t die when spawning. Nope, definitely didn’t happen.
She wasn’t sure if the villain reference was to make her nervous, but then again she herself had brought it to the light of day from her mind. Of course, it was dark and cold down here, something that was often thought of when thinking of villains, although it seemed there were to be no villains right now, for everyone was crowded together from those wraith beings, which seemed to be a great threat that was looming over a’many horses heads.
The Stallion, Windwalker walked ahead of her, his feet would have made echoes if not for the talk of the many bodies conversing. His body melted in the many array of colors clouding the river, with a slight fright of losing one of the first horses she saw, and of course met; she moved quickly, falling into the trail behind him of the path he was making in the mass of horses. He was quite the smiler too, which Éostre found strange in her own right.
“Hmm?” The mare made a sound of acknowledgment of almost stepping a horses tail that was fanned on from the floor, she didn’t catch the horses eye but avoided the spreading of hair across the floor. Her eyes glued onto the dark form of the stallion ahead of her when he spoke, kindly it was too.
“I would think water would do me some good.” She glanced at the intimidating swell of horses around her, wary at the meeting of any of them really. New horses, are strange. Even Windwalker, but she at least had a conversation with him a little bit.
“Too many horses I think, not to…” She shook her head around the group they we’re wadding in. “interested in joining that fray.” Her steps seemed quiet compared the voices, and she found that strange, being the wandering folk she was.
