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06-29-2014, 09:59 AM
Romani
She hadn't been to these parts of Helovia in a long, long time.
Bitter memories remained here, swaying in the weeping tree-lines and swimming beneath the pristine, crystal clear waters that lapped at the shoreline of the grove. They haunted her, reminded her of a life that was no longer hers to live, back when she was a soldier, a warrior, a protector... A mother, a lover.
It was rare anymore that bitterness stole the Haflinger's heart. The petite, yet muscular creature had given her heart to the freedom of the road, to the freedom of a gypsy, but occasionally bouts of uncertainty and yearning would fill her ample bosom. It was a yearning to return to those that she loved, to those that danced around a lonely spot in her brain, to return the lands that she had once called 'home'.
... Yet she couldn't.
Such a brutal, violent lifestyle wasn't hers to have anymore. Romani much preferred the peaceful tranquility that came with living alone, with roaming the lands and being wherever her heart took her that day. Today, it was the Secret Grove, a lush haven from the summer heat that she hadn't stepped hoof into since conceiving little Jasiri. In an instant a heavy, determined stone wall dropped between her and those thoughts, those memories, and the golden-red palomino steeled herself against the barrage of pain that they brought. That was then, this was now... She was no longer that mare. Her family had changed, had warped, and Xanthos nor Jasiri were longer around. Where they had gone, she didn't know... But perhaps that was for the best.
Besides, this place held far more than just bad memories. This was the place where she had received Kasai, years ago, and that alone was a blessing in itself. Her companion had been just that; a friend, a loved one, a shoulder to lean on when she was feeling uncertain or afraid, or doubting herself like now.
Breathy dark lips lowered to suck in large mouthfuls of sweet, cool water from the shoreline, and at her side Kasai licked up water using her sand paper tongue. Sweat and dust coated the Haflinger's round barrel, a visage to the roads she had begun to travel over the course of the last few seasons. Lifting her head, the mare swallowed the cool liquid that coated her tongue and coughed once, jerking her head back to rid her azure gaze of the cumbersome ivory forelock which never seemed to stop growing.
"We'll rest here for awhile," Romani murmured to Kasai, turning her head to eye the white tigress with a gentle smile, "Then we'll continue on once the sun has lowered." The large cat looked up to the Haflinger and growled a soft response, and her words echoed in Romani's mind.
'And stay out of the heat?'
The palomino chuckled breathily. "Yes, Sweet. And stay out of the heat."
@[Archibald] THE DAUNTLESS :D
Bitter memories remained here, swaying in the weeping tree-lines and swimming beneath the pristine, crystal clear waters that lapped at the shoreline of the grove. They haunted her, reminded her of a life that was no longer hers to live, back when she was a soldier, a warrior, a protector... A mother, a lover.
It was rare anymore that bitterness stole the Haflinger's heart. The petite, yet muscular creature had given her heart to the freedom of the road, to the freedom of a gypsy, but occasionally bouts of uncertainty and yearning would fill her ample bosom. It was a yearning to return to those that she loved, to those that danced around a lonely spot in her brain, to return the lands that she had once called 'home'.
... Yet she couldn't.
Such a brutal, violent lifestyle wasn't hers to have anymore. Romani much preferred the peaceful tranquility that came with living alone, with roaming the lands and being wherever her heart took her that day. Today, it was the Secret Grove, a lush haven from the summer heat that she hadn't stepped hoof into since conceiving little Jasiri. In an instant a heavy, determined stone wall dropped between her and those thoughts, those memories, and the golden-red palomino steeled herself against the barrage of pain that they brought. That was then, this was now... She was no longer that mare. Her family had changed, had warped, and Xanthos nor Jasiri were longer around. Where they had gone, she didn't know... But perhaps that was for the best.
Besides, this place held far more than just bad memories. This was the place where she had received Kasai, years ago, and that alone was a blessing in itself. Her companion had been just that; a friend, a loved one, a shoulder to lean on when she was feeling uncertain or afraid, or doubting herself like now.
Breathy dark lips lowered to suck in large mouthfuls of sweet, cool water from the shoreline, and at her side Kasai licked up water using her sand paper tongue. Sweat and dust coated the Haflinger's round barrel, a visage to the roads she had begun to travel over the course of the last few seasons. Lifting her head, the mare swallowed the cool liquid that coated her tongue and coughed once, jerking her head back to rid her azure gaze of the cumbersome ivory forelock which never seemed to stop growing.
"We'll rest here for awhile," Romani murmured to Kasai, turning her head to eye the white tigress with a gentle smile, "Then we'll continue on once the sun has lowered." The large cat looked up to the Haflinger and growled a soft response, and her words echoed in Romani's mind.
'And stay out of the heat?'
The palomino chuckled breathily. "Yes, Sweet. And stay out of the heat."
@[Archibald] THE DAUNTLESS :D
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