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a tale [any]

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02-11-2013, 10:22 PM (This post was last modified: 02-18-2013, 11:01 AM by Tor.)




Today the sky is bleeding red, and the sun is a crown on a king's head. The king wears a mantle of crimson; his wolf-fur trim is the spangling of glittering white stars rising swift, and his silver ring is the crescent moon rising swift into the sky above. Yet a servant spilled purple wine over the cloak, and it bleeds upward swiftly, indigo blending into rich ruby. Of course he threw a fit, but his harsh words do not save the velvet cape and so he despairs on his blue throne, for the throne goes down with him, slowly turning the black of night. The king's scepter is falls out of sight behind the blackened throne, that is the white line of the horizon; and so that is how it went.

However, the alabastar mare was putting her filly and colt to bed in the spring grass sweet far before the king's cape died it's brilliant death; early enough the sky was turning pink, but late enough the first star was visible, and the world seemed to be painted of pastels. They had been borne in the sunset of the night only one or two days ago; and had breathed and experienced so much since. Golden pollen drifting through the pale blue skies, whispering dandelions shedding little silver hands, the shrill chirps and sweet songs of the birds dressed in all colors imaginable and beyond.

Tor's coat glows in the dimming light, in cream and snow white; she is garbed in snow that her children have not seen and will not see for hopefully a while yet. Her eyes are the warm brown of the earth, a sight hidden until autumn when the rich green grass withers and dies under the coolness of the night; but the worries of winter and cold seasons are far from her mind. No, instead the milk-white mare's thoughts revolve around tending her children and letting them grow, with the just the right amount of words to hold them back yet let them blossom into the mature creatures they will become, certainly.

Tor is proud of her children. They had stood up so quick, despite the extra-long legs they boasted. One day they would be very tall warriors, indeed! Or diplomats. Maybe healers. She hoped one of the two would take after her, but they were free of pressure to choose whatever path they wished to travel on.

"Children," The dam says, stirring from her thoughts. She calls the children softly to her flank. "It is time for you to rest. Would you like me to tell you a story?"





TOR
Without each other, we are all lost- so keep yourself together, and stay with me




WORDS OF COMPASSION ARE STRONGER THAN ANY ACT OF POWER.
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a tale [any] - by Tor - 02-11-2013, 10:22 PM
RE: a tale [any] - by Laila - 02-15-2013, 09:08 PM
RE: a tale [any] - by Luken - 02-17-2013, 10:32 PM
RE: a tale [any] - by Tor - 02-18-2013, 11:22 AM
RE: a tale [any] - by Laila - 02-22-2013, 07:06 PM

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