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12-26-2014, 02:09 AM
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Driving me insane But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain Always stay the same" -Roll With the Wind Caenan laid in the sand with his emerald eyes closed gently. His sides rose and fell in the slow rhythmic fashion of sleep. He had been alone on the shore since his meeting with the filly. The sea was his companion; it was she who sang him a lilting lullaby and it was her cool touch that would wake him from his slumber. But for now the stallion slept on. Sprawled flat out across the sand his legs would begin to twitch slightly and his nostrils would flare as if he were running. In his nightmare he was. Caenan as a foal was on the beach with his dam and sire. Excitedly he spoke animatedly about his latest adventure. In his sleep Caenan's lips twitched into a smile. Most of the tale seemed to be highly exaggerated. His stories went on and on as his parents murmured their responses in strangely disconnected voices. The smile slipped from his expression and now his brow knitted in confusion. He wasn't comfortable. Something wasn't right. Bewildered at their responses the colt turned to see a massive wave mounting behind the trio. The water reached to the height of several aged pines before bearing down upon the three gathered on the sea shore. Caenan's legs began to move as quickly as they could but he kept on stumbling. A few times he fell. As he ran he aged; moving from a colt to a young stallion. As a stallion he was muscular and strong and he covered the ground with tremendous strides but then he fell. As he fell he aged again he was an elder. His bones could no longer lift him and he lay helpless as the wave descended upon the wizened Caenan calling out for his parents. A light sheen of sweat had began to cover his body before his eyes flashed open and his mouth parted to let out a gasp. Caenan's eyes roved about as he took in his surroundings. He drank in the reality of the moment. "Does the ideal of loyalty mean a thing to ya?" Rolling onto his side Caenan shook his head, "Not an inkling, huh?" A grunt fled from his lips as he stood and shook most of the sand from his hide. "Time for some time apart I s'pose." The sun glinted brightly on the incoming waves. Each wave fell back a little further than the last as the tide receded. Quietly Caenan watched his beloved ocean before turning to leave. |
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