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12-23-2014, 10:27 AM
Romani
It had been a long time since she had ventured into the Thistle Meadow. Normally, out of all of the locations in Helovia, the Thistle Meadow tended to be the place that she avoided the most... It was after all, the place where she had met Xanthos, where their relationship had blossomed only to fail shortly after the birth of their daughter. The location, while beautiful, especially with the crisp, crystals of snow covering each inch of the rolling land, caused the gypsy's heart to clench painfully in her chest. The grullo stallion was a thing of the past, and she hadn't even seen him since their bitter argument over a year ago... But that was for the best.
'Roma, there's no need to fret... He isn't here.'
A set of sharp sapphire eyes glanced back to the white tigress that followed in her hoofsteps, her gaze meeting the icy orbs of Kasai's ever watchful gaze. They were quite a sight to behold, traversing the land together; a golden-red, muscular princess-turned-gypsy-turned-warrior traveling alongside a white tiger, sleek and deadly, but their bond was precious. Kasai understood her in ways that Romani didn't even understand herself, but perhaps that was the meaning of a Companion...
"You're right, sweet... My apologies. I just simply don't understand why you insisted that we come here, of all places."
Muscles coiling, stripes bunching, Kasai pushed off from the snowy plains beneath their feet and bolted forward, looking back towards the Haflinger with an expression that Romani could have sworn resembled a sly grin. The large cat darted through the snow drifts, the white of her thick coat blending in with the snow covered land, save the stripes of ebony black. Over dunes of ice-crystals, through hills of powder, Kasai ran, and only when the snow clung to her fur did the female feline stop.
'Come play!' ... In the snow?
Romani loathed the snow, but not for the frigid temperatures it brought or the snow that caused little-to-no traction upon the earth for her hooves... She loathed it for the terrible, nightmarish memories that it brought, but clearly Kasai was trying to make her fight her fear. Like one might fight their fear of water, or the dark, there was no way to overcome such terror without facing it head-on. Like a soldier going to war.
Collecting her bulk from beneath her, Romani grit her teeth, narrowed crisp, azure eyes, and bolted after the large cat. Together, horse and tiger chased one another through the desert of snow that had become the Thistle Meadow, through the plains that once she had ran through with Xanthos... But that was a different time. That was before, and now, was... Well, now. Romani wasn't too certain how long they played through the snow, but their time of ease came to a sharp halt the moment that Romani realized they weren't alone in the Thistle Meadow today. Coming to a sliding stop in the snow, kicking up white granules that clung to the Haflinger's golden-red coat, the mare's gaze turned towards a winged stallion of quite the different color.
The gypsy had just spotted the winged, horned stag just before the other horned creature charged horn-first into the winged one's chest, and Romani couldn't help but balk at the rather, well... Feminine scream that tore from the stallion's chest. Well, that was certainly unexpected!
"Hark, stranger!" The Haflinger called out through the distance between them, idly noting how Kasai padded through the snow towards the Haflinger's side. They were quite disheveled now from their play; covered in snow, Romani's cumbersome forelock hung down her muzzle, the strands of her mane and tail furled and knotted, but it did nothing to hide her feminine face. "Are you alright, Sir? That looked like quite the fierce blow from your friend here!"
[So, so, so sorry for the wait! <3 @[Biru] ]
'Roma, there's no need to fret... He isn't here.'
A set of sharp sapphire eyes glanced back to the white tigress that followed in her hoofsteps, her gaze meeting the icy orbs of Kasai's ever watchful gaze. They were quite a sight to behold, traversing the land together; a golden-red, muscular princess-turned-gypsy-turned-warrior traveling alongside a white tiger, sleek and deadly, but their bond was precious. Kasai understood her in ways that Romani didn't even understand herself, but perhaps that was the meaning of a Companion...
"You're right, sweet... My apologies. I just simply don't understand why you insisted that we come here, of all places."
Muscles coiling, stripes bunching, Kasai pushed off from the snowy plains beneath their feet and bolted forward, looking back towards the Haflinger with an expression that Romani could have sworn resembled a sly grin. The large cat darted through the snow drifts, the white of her thick coat blending in with the snow covered land, save the stripes of ebony black. Over dunes of ice-crystals, through hills of powder, Kasai ran, and only when the snow clung to her fur did the female feline stop.
'Come play!' ... In the snow?
Romani loathed the snow, but not for the frigid temperatures it brought or the snow that caused little-to-no traction upon the earth for her hooves... She loathed it for the terrible, nightmarish memories that it brought, but clearly Kasai was trying to make her fight her fear. Like one might fight their fear of water, or the dark, there was no way to overcome such terror without facing it head-on. Like a soldier going to war.
Collecting her bulk from beneath her, Romani grit her teeth, narrowed crisp, azure eyes, and bolted after the large cat. Together, horse and tiger chased one another through the desert of snow that had become the Thistle Meadow, through the plains that once she had ran through with Xanthos... But that was a different time. That was before, and now, was... Well, now. Romani wasn't too certain how long they played through the snow, but their time of ease came to a sharp halt the moment that Romani realized they weren't alone in the Thistle Meadow today. Coming to a sliding stop in the snow, kicking up white granules that clung to the Haflinger's golden-red coat, the mare's gaze turned towards a winged stallion of quite the different color.
The gypsy had just spotted the winged, horned stag just before the other horned creature charged horn-first into the winged one's chest, and Romani couldn't help but balk at the rather, well... Feminine scream that tore from the stallion's chest. Well, that was certainly unexpected!
"Hark, stranger!" The Haflinger called out through the distance between them, idly noting how Kasai padded through the snow towards the Haflinger's side. They were quite disheveled now from their play; covered in snow, Romani's cumbersome forelock hung down her muzzle, the strands of her mane and tail furled and knotted, but it did nothing to hide her feminine face. "Are you alright, Sir? That looked like quite the fierce blow from your friend here!"
[So, so, so sorry for the wait! <3 @[Biru] ]
You Ain't Ever Gonna Change
You Got a Gypsy Soul to Blame
And You Were Born for Leavin'
