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09-07-2013, 05:31 AM
Romani
It was Kasai's tendency to wander that Romani realized might just be the death of her. The palomino was grazing quietly by herself, nestled in the safety of the Edge and along the border when she realized that the black and white cub had wandered. The mare's head snapped upwards, uncertainty flooding through her veins, hindered only slightly by a stab of fear.
"Kasai...?" The inquiry was sent through their bond, the invisible thread that all creatures and companions understood. Ice-blue orbs scanned the tree-line, peering through the dancing mists, and with a growing feeling of trepidation Romani realized that she could no longer see her beloved companion.
"Kasai!" The cry left her dark lips, and immediately the Haflinger turned her bulky frame around, nostrils flaring, trying to find the fluffy young thing before she could get into trouble... Soon, however, a feeling flooded back through her bond. The feeling of curiosity, fear, and surprise rolled through her.
Me! Kasai cried, a single, childish word that echoed throughout her mind. A me! When Romani had first realized that Kasai had spoken to her, a few moons back, the Protector had been startled. It had been so shocking, so sudden that Kasai had spoken to her, but... It was a wonderful feeling, that only strengthened the bond between them.
Through the brush Romani went, her hooves plodding through the snow, low-hanging branches tearing at her hide, and it was shortly after that she saw Kasai. The relief upon seeing the young cub was monumental, and Romani felt the pressure around her heart lessen. However, instead of noticing her, the young cub was following after another tiger, but this one... This one was different. A beast unlike any that Romani had seen before.
'Kasai...?' The question flitted from Romani's mind to Kasai's own, and it was only then that the young feline stopped in her chase to look at the Haflinger. A look beseeched the mare to follow, and with a brief hesitance, the mare gave chase to the two tigers. From the safety of the Edge they went, traveling through the snow until they reached the Thistle Meadow... And even then, something was amiss. There, standing at the edge of the meadow, the strangest looking colt that Romani had ever seen stood amidst blood and gore. Muscles were exposed, bone was exposed. What was this? It was almost a figment from a filly's nightmare. A body, albeit covered in snow, lay frozen and dead at the colt's hooves. Who was it...?
Ever so slowly, Romani ventured forward, calling Kasai back to her through the mind. The young cub's nose wrinkled at the smell of frozen death, and dutifully returned to the Haflinger's side, poising herself at the mare's right side. Just what was going on here?
"... W-what is the meaning of this?"
[ooc: This post is terrible and awkward, since it's been FOREVER since this thread was made. Due to Alex's absence, I doubt this will be responded to, but... -shrugs- :/ Sorry for the wait, regardless! <3 Also, this thread was originally posted in the Thistle Meadow, but when it came out of Archives, it got placed in the Basin. XD So I'm just going with it being still placed in the Thistle Meadow. I'll have it moved as soon as I can.]
"Kasai...?" The inquiry was sent through their bond, the invisible thread that all creatures and companions understood. Ice-blue orbs scanned the tree-line, peering through the dancing mists, and with a growing feeling of trepidation Romani realized that she could no longer see her beloved companion.
"Kasai!" The cry left her dark lips, and immediately the Haflinger turned her bulky frame around, nostrils flaring, trying to find the fluffy young thing before she could get into trouble... Soon, however, a feeling flooded back through her bond. The feeling of curiosity, fear, and surprise rolled through her.
Me! Kasai cried, a single, childish word that echoed throughout her mind. A me! When Romani had first realized that Kasai had spoken to her, a few moons back, the Protector had been startled. It had been so shocking, so sudden that Kasai had spoken to her, but... It was a wonderful feeling, that only strengthened the bond between them.
Through the brush Romani went, her hooves plodding through the snow, low-hanging branches tearing at her hide, and it was shortly after that she saw Kasai. The relief upon seeing the young cub was monumental, and Romani felt the pressure around her heart lessen. However, instead of noticing her, the young cub was following after another tiger, but this one... This one was different. A beast unlike any that Romani had seen before.
'Kasai...?' The question flitted from Romani's mind to Kasai's own, and it was only then that the young feline stopped in her chase to look at the Haflinger. A look beseeched the mare to follow, and with a brief hesitance, the mare gave chase to the two tigers. From the safety of the Edge they went, traveling through the snow until they reached the Thistle Meadow... And even then, something was amiss. There, standing at the edge of the meadow, the strangest looking colt that Romani had ever seen stood amidst blood and gore. Muscles were exposed, bone was exposed. What was this? It was almost a figment from a filly's nightmare. A body, albeit covered in snow, lay frozen and dead at the colt's hooves. Who was it...?
Ever so slowly, Romani ventured forward, calling Kasai back to her through the mind. The young cub's nose wrinkled at the smell of frozen death, and dutifully returned to the Haflinger's side, poising herself at the mare's right side. Just what was going on here?
"... W-what is the meaning of this?"
[ooc: This post is terrible and awkward, since it's been FOREVER since this thread was made. Due to Alex's absence, I doubt this will be responded to, but... -shrugs- :/ Sorry for the wait, regardless! <3 Also, this thread was originally posted in the Thistle Meadow, but when it came out of Archives, it got placed in the Basin. XD So I'm just going with it being still placed in the Thistle Meadow. I'll have it moved as soon as I can.]
The True Soldier Fights Not Because
He Hates What is in Front of Him,
But Because he Loves What is Behind Him.
