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11-12-2012, 06:06 AM
Days had slipped past, elusive and impossible to grasp, since life had changed with battle and bloodshed. One forest had been traded for another, and all would have seemed to remain the same save for that the air was different. Filled with the distant sound of waves crashing against defiant cliffs, saturated with the soft scent of salt and sea-life, it insisted upon reminding the hybrid in every moment that no longer did he reside within the Deep Forest.
True herd life had altered the passing of his days as well, in equally small but unmistakable ways. No longer did he count himself as a leader of the group, but still bore the responsibility of ensuring the safety of the land and its residents. Still gladly held up the task of supporting his mate in her role of lead. But, somehow, it seemed he saw less and less of her now.
By now all knew of the changing of leadership here, and many came to seek a place in an Edge welcoming to any who came calling. Not all would necessarily be invited to stay with permanence, but more than had been before the battle. All wishing to speak with the ebon mare who owned his heart.
Evening lingered over the land, air cold and crisp where he stood mere feet from the precipice of the cliffs. Darkness deepened slowly even as he watched, casting the roiling waters into blackness broken by the white crests of the waves rising to slam against the cliffs below with a tremendous roar. Golden eyes gazed out toward the horizon, slit pupils widening to catch every drop of light cast by the sun that was setting beyond the trees and the distant mountains, every sparkle from the stars that crept out one by one. Ears were tilted slightly back, alert to any sound that would hint at another's approach even through the steady thunder of the surf. His breath turned to mist upon each exhalation, but he barely noticed the cold. The fire within him warmed his blood and flesh to the point that cold was a vague awareness that nipped at his extremities.
Absently he began to hum, broken fragments of a tune half-remembered from his youth. And he waited, certain in the eventuality of company.
True herd life had altered the passing of his days as well, in equally small but unmistakable ways. No longer did he count himself as a leader of the group, but still bore the responsibility of ensuring the safety of the land and its residents. Still gladly held up the task of supporting his mate in her role of lead. But, somehow, it seemed he saw less and less of her now.
By now all knew of the changing of leadership here, and many came to seek a place in an Edge welcoming to any who came calling. Not all would necessarily be invited to stay with permanence, but more than had been before the battle. All wishing to speak with the ebon mare who owned his heart.
Evening lingered over the land, air cold and crisp where he stood mere feet from the precipice of the cliffs. Darkness deepened slowly even as he watched, casting the roiling waters into blackness broken by the white crests of the waves rising to slam against the cliffs below with a tremendous roar. Golden eyes gazed out toward the horizon, slit pupils widening to catch every drop of light cast by the sun that was setting beyond the trees and the distant mountains, every sparkle from the stars that crept out one by one. Ears were tilted slightly back, alert to any sound that would hint at another's approach even through the steady thunder of the surf. His breath turned to mist upon each exhalation, but he barely noticed the cold. The fire within him warmed his blood and flesh to the point that cold was a vague awareness that nipped at his extremities.
Absently he began to hum, broken fragments of a tune half-remembered from his youth. And he waited, certain in the eventuality of company.
