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11-12-2012, 08:25 PM
The mare noticed Midas' expression change slightly. He seemed distracted by something. What something? She let it slip her mind though. She over a lake. Was that the oasis? A moss ridden field came up, banks shortly after it. Welcome home.. It didn't feel like home to the mare. It felt like her history being relived. Her orbs shut for a moment. A pain stung her chest. She dipped down, and now she was marginally lower than the stallion. He landed easily and gracefully. She kept flying just slightly farther. Orbs reopened, but with slight sadness.
The mud was to close. She had to land. Easily, she slowly lowered herself and landed on her front hooves. Her back hooves touched the ground rapidly after. White wings extended. Midas was slightly farther behind her. She turned to his direction. Her obs seemed dejected. Her head was low. She had followed a stallion to, yet, another desert. Midas looked very close to the other herd's lead. She made no eye contact with him. She traced the lines and contours on his body.
She didn't see any other horses. Are they all spread out? She was eager to meet them. Were they winged? Did they have horns? Slight distrust crossed her features when she thought of them. Was was she thinking of all the bad things? Were there ANY good things? Except for her having shelter? She hoped, prayed, and wished the herd would be accepting. If they weren't who knows what her actions would be?
Tragedies, memories, history. Dull, boring, grey. Dead. The multiple incidents in her heard were pointless and the only thing happening. The stallion killed a few, lots of cursing, running away. Would it be like that in this replica desert or would this be her reliving her past in a happy manor?
The mud was to close. She had to land. Easily, she slowly lowered herself and landed on her front hooves. Her back hooves touched the ground rapidly after. White wings extended. Midas was slightly farther behind her. She turned to his direction. Her obs seemed dejected. Her head was low. She had followed a stallion to, yet, another desert. Midas looked very close to the other herd's lead. She made no eye contact with him. She traced the lines and contours on his body.
She didn't see any other horses. Are they all spread out? She was eager to meet them. Were they winged? Did they have horns? Slight distrust crossed her features when she thought of them. Was was she thinking of all the bad things? Were there ANY good things? Except for her having shelter? She hoped, prayed, and wished the herd would be accepting. If they weren't who knows what her actions would be?
Tragedies, memories, history. Dull, boring, grey. Dead. The multiple incidents in her heard were pointless and the only thing happening. The stallion killed a few, lots of cursing, running away. Would it be like that in this replica desert or would this be her reliving her past in a happy manor?
