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04-04-2013, 09:25 AM
![[Image: 297dox.png]](http://i45.tinypic.com/297dox.png) Once not too long ago Baron remembered meeting another young filly. Her coat had been the same ashy chalk color of volcano snow as it floated down from the dusty, grey clouds. The Volcano near their home had almost always been ready to blow, you could say, and yet the horses lived with no fear of its wrath. Baron was no exception as she trudged along the foothills of it's base, stepping up onto the beginning incline toward the top. The other filly had come out of nowhere, her coat so lovely while she donned an ebony mohawk where the fuzz of her baby mane should have been. She looked quite ungainly in all sense with her ruby red eyes and out of place mane and tail, though Baron was quite sure she was still just a young girl. "Who are you?" She had asked, moving to greet the filly as one would an old friend, at the time she held no fear of those around her. She was just as a girl her age should have been.
"I'm your death." The filly responded, her ruby eyes had begun weeping inky black tears and Baron had stopped in surprise. What horse cried black? Fear gripped her heart at that moment and she realized she did not want to be there anymore. Who ran around claiming to be horses' murderer? Baron had turned on her hooves and trailed quickly in another direction. Her chest tight with hope of leaving the other foal behind, and to her chagrin she found that the filly was following her. For three days the creature tailed her every step, always there when she opened her eyes from sleep. Baron began having dreams about the white roan filly even after she finally disappeared. The red youth never saw the white foal again and somewhere she believed it was an omen of sorts, even if she did not quite believe in bad luck. When the silver dun mare emerged from the trees Baron could do little but look back on those three day, followed by a wraith with no name that claimed to be her death. Why was she so important as to get her own grim reaper? Who might you be? stated the mare with a quiet air of struggle, her features a fine mask in place of a silently waged war. Of course Baron was none the wiser as the red wine filly observed her, contemplating what she wanted to say. These "Edge" horses held no promise of friendship just because she added her name to their ranks, no herd worked with such perfect function. She expected just as much dysfunction as any family group, though not necessarily from this mare. "It's a bit rude to just burst out asking questions, what if I was a royal princess? Who are you?" Baron replied with a lift of her brow. Young nostrils came forward to inhale the air around them though she learned little of the stranger. Not even a name. It was just then that the shrubbery parted once more to spit up the massive form of the horse she had been hoping for. The pegasus, not horse, but pegasus stallion came upon the two with the expression of a horse ready to fall down to his knees. It was fast replaced with a more welcoming and complacent look as he seemed to realize that his current thoughts were inappropriate for the scene. You have no reason to be afraid, he told her not to be scared. Scared? Who said she was scared!? Baron stared at him rather blank like as she tried to wrap her head around his assumptions. Even more abashed that she was indeed scared. Everything about this place was new and unfamiliar too her. It was not her old home, it was little more than passing scenery. Except she was allowing herself to tag this territory as her new home, not just some land she traipsed through on her journey. Perhaps that is what she should have done, just kept moving instead of deciding to stop. Though rumor had it that even young horses needed to rest. "... Thank you." Is all she could really muster, not sure what would be right to say after all of that. He had just welcomed her into his home after-all, more than she could say for... history's sake. He then turned his attention to the white mare and questioned her own comfort, this caused Baron to look at her from a different angle. She was new also? But she looked so much more comfortable! How does one settle in so fast? ooc - Ooh my gosh I am so sorry, this is literally all over the place but I wanted to get something up for you guys D: I love Mikali gosh <3 And that's find linds :3 |
