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08-22-2014, 08:13 PM
There was reason for this madness, and though ordinarily Africa would never have thought to bind a horse and rob them of their freedom (she knew how devastating it was), she was frightened; concerned naturally for the threat posed to the family she loved and had been set to guard. She walked with a ruffled heart, melancholy dancing behind the glow of soft, sandy iris’, desperate for the simplicity of peace and quiet to flood through their home once again. There could be no such thing though while villains strolled through their midst. With shoulders slumped beneath the weight of the clandestine plan, she approached her holy young friend. The reason for the visit set no cheer though her mind and a weak smile struggled beneath the heavy veil of her concern. Soon this will be over, Silas soothed, black feathered throat rumbling as the strain of her thoughts began to infiltrate his own. Africa knew it was true, but she was not brave; nor was she wrought for the unavoidable conflict to come. As she moved to stand by the stallion’s delicate caramel wing, tender eyes fell across the hairless scar before it. She wore one similar, but doubted easily that Cera’s was the consequence of stupidity... Quivering lips reached to perhaps brush fondly against him, comforted by the budding friendship she thought they shared; especially while she was so torn by the woes of responsibility and placidness of her nature. “Hey Cera,” she greeted him with warmth lacing her wavering tone, “They look...” her gaze was trained to the fruit of his labour; the metal shackles which would soon enough rob someone of their right to liberty. She closed her eyes tightly and sighed. “Thank you.” Unable to look at them any longer, her dappled, well rounded hindquarters turned so that she could face him instead. “Do you think there is a way to pad the inside bit, so that it won’t cut the wearer?” They weren’t intended to inflict damage... she would hate for them to hold too tightly or rub until the skin beneath was burned. For the time being at least, while peace had cooled all tension between the herds of Helovia, Africa was reluctant to act.  |
