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01-05-2013, 02:04 AM
Romani
She moved at a lazy pace, threading through the thick vegetation of the Threshold with a somewhat troubled expression upon her muzzle. It was the first time Romani had found herself wandering the familiar forests this late in the evening, as normally she tended to be safe in the confines of the Foothills at this hour, but her thoughts had been running rampant these last couple of days… Strange thoughts plagued her, and an odd feeling that something was missing had risen in her breast on more than one occasion. It was such confusing and frustrating thoughts that drove her from the mountainous terrain of the Foothills herd, an adventurer’s mind searching for the familiar solace of the Threshold.
As the Haflinger moved, the thick strands of her ivory man swayed with each step that she took, forelock bouncing slightly upon her forehead and covering her crisp, azure eyes. Her golden hide glistened with ivory tones due to the moonlight that occasionally cascaded through the thick tree tops, and her long tail brushed the back of her rear haunches as she moved. It was clear by her pace alone that she was in no hurry.
At her side, her faithful companion, Kasai, strode quietly, concern flowing through their internal bond. The tiger cub could feel Romani’s troubled thoughts, but didn’t know how to help, and so merely sent reassuring thoughts through their bond. Glancing to the cub from the corner of her eye, the stocky mare chuckled under her breath.
“I’ll be fine, sweet… I just needed to get out and stretch my legs.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. The Threshold had always been one of the compact mare’s favorite places. It was where she herself had wandered into Helovia, just a season prior, and had been found by Svetlana, the previous Chieftess of the Foothills. The thoughts of the ivory and ebony Pegasus made the soft smile slip away into a scowl, bitter thoughts of the injustice Jackal had induced on her Lady filling her. She still hadn’t spoken to Jackal, the King of Thieves, and quite frankly, Romani didn’t want to. There was too much anger burning in her chest, too much injustice that he had driven Svetlana out the way that he had… However, there was nothing that the palomino could do now. What’s done is done, and the only thing she could do was continue to protect the herd, as a good warrior should.
Letting out a soft sigh, the mare was about to consult her companion when a ruckus stole her attention, the sound of branches breaking overhead causing the Foothills warrior to snap to attention, head raising in a display of potential challenge. Startled by the noise herself, little Kasai scampered beneath Romani’s massive barrel, ears pinned flat against her skull with fear.
It was then that her azure eyes spotted the form that caused the sound, a Pegasus who had forced his way through the thick canopy of the trees and then landed in a heap, legs nearly giving out before his ebony, night-like wings balanced him. Romani watched on with pure curiosity, and some concern. Was this stallion hurt? Was he a threat to her and her companion? The elegant bay shakes his head, then tucks his wings close, and it’s only then that the palomino stepped out into the clearing, yet did not approach.
“Are you alright, stranger? That looked like a nasty landing…” Of course, as an equine, Romani was ill-knowing of the ways of a Pegasus. Perhaps this stallion had planned for something like that to happen? Regardless, concern for the stranger’s well-being was at the forefront of her mind. While somewhat wary, the warrior truly only wanted to help.
As the Haflinger moved, the thick strands of her ivory man swayed with each step that she took, forelock bouncing slightly upon her forehead and covering her crisp, azure eyes. Her golden hide glistened with ivory tones due to the moonlight that occasionally cascaded through the thick tree tops, and her long tail brushed the back of her rear haunches as she moved. It was clear by her pace alone that she was in no hurry.
At her side, her faithful companion, Kasai, strode quietly, concern flowing through their internal bond. The tiger cub could feel Romani’s troubled thoughts, but didn’t know how to help, and so merely sent reassuring thoughts through their bond. Glancing to the cub from the corner of her eye, the stocky mare chuckled under her breath.
“I’ll be fine, sweet… I just needed to get out and stretch my legs.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. The Threshold had always been one of the compact mare’s favorite places. It was where she herself had wandered into Helovia, just a season prior, and had been found by Svetlana, the previous Chieftess of the Foothills. The thoughts of the ivory and ebony Pegasus made the soft smile slip away into a scowl, bitter thoughts of the injustice Jackal had induced on her Lady filling her. She still hadn’t spoken to Jackal, the King of Thieves, and quite frankly, Romani didn’t want to. There was too much anger burning in her chest, too much injustice that he had driven Svetlana out the way that he had… However, there was nothing that the palomino could do now. What’s done is done, and the only thing she could do was continue to protect the herd, as a good warrior should.
Letting out a soft sigh, the mare was about to consult her companion when a ruckus stole her attention, the sound of branches breaking overhead causing the Foothills warrior to snap to attention, head raising in a display of potential challenge. Startled by the noise herself, little Kasai scampered beneath Romani’s massive barrel, ears pinned flat against her skull with fear.
It was then that her azure eyes spotted the form that caused the sound, a Pegasus who had forced his way through the thick canopy of the trees and then landed in a heap, legs nearly giving out before his ebony, night-like wings balanced him. Romani watched on with pure curiosity, and some concern. Was this stallion hurt? Was he a threat to her and her companion? The elegant bay shakes his head, then tucks his wings close, and it’s only then that the palomino stepped out into the clearing, yet did not approach.
“Are you alright, stranger? That looked like a nasty landing…” Of course, as an equine, Romani was ill-knowing of the ways of a Pegasus. Perhaps this stallion had planned for something like that to happen? Regardless, concern for the stranger’s well-being was at the forefront of her mind. While somewhat wary, the warrior truly only wanted to help.
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
