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The land was lively with flowers blooming everywhere, except the fact it was shrouded with darkness. The white stallion stared at the transformed land in distaste. He yearned for the sunlight, wishing that he could see better once again. But like he did through these "nights", was wander about aimlessly and ponder about what life had given, taken, and will restore. Sighing heavily, his mind was still fresh on Brisa. He tried to forget her, let her sweet presence fade away into shadows of the past.
But he just...couldn't bring himself to do so yet. Arrane first thought it would be fun to flirt with her, but then stolen by her awed image of innocence and...purity, he had felt himself quickly falling in love with the white mare. He just wished he would find another like her, to teach her about the world, to protect her from all that would cause harm. Shutting his cyan eyes brusquely, he blinked repeatedly, hoping in the depths of his heart that the sun would just magically appear in the sky.
Tossing his mane, knowing nothing would happen, the stallion broke into a trot. Was there anything to do right now except wander, wander, and wander? He was so tired of living in solitude, only meeting others every now and then. But speak of the devil, for a white shape in the grassy was moving slowly, almost nervous in the way it walked. Approaching closer, the stallion squinted his cyan orbs, staring at the figure. It was feminine, in the way her hips swayed as she carefully took steps forwards.
Her snowy pelt seemed to shine in the dark clearing, contrasting against the dark shadows. She almost looked like..Brisa. Now, unveiling himself from the darkness, Arrane let out a friendly nicked, slowly approaching the anxious mare. Walking in front of her, he flashed a friendly smile. "Hello there. I'm Arrane", formally introducing himself with almost a wink, he remembered how he approached Brisa so long ago.
But he just...couldn't bring himself to do so yet. Arrane first thought it would be fun to flirt with her, but then stolen by her awed image of innocence and...purity, he had felt himself quickly falling in love with the white mare. He just wished he would find another like her, to teach her about the world, to protect her from all that would cause harm. Shutting his cyan eyes brusquely, he blinked repeatedly, hoping in the depths of his heart that the sun would just magically appear in the sky.
Tossing his mane, knowing nothing would happen, the stallion broke into a trot. Was there anything to do right now except wander, wander, and wander? He was so tired of living in solitude, only meeting others every now and then. But speak of the devil, for a white shape in the grassy was moving slowly, almost nervous in the way it walked. Approaching closer, the stallion squinted his cyan orbs, staring at the figure. It was feminine, in the way her hips swayed as she carefully took steps forwards.
Her snowy pelt seemed to shine in the dark clearing, contrasting against the dark shadows. She almost looked like..Brisa. Now, unveiling himself from the darkness, Arrane let out a friendly nicked, slowly approaching the anxious mare. Walking in front of her, he flashed a friendly smile. "Hello there. I'm Arrane", formally introducing himself with almost a wink, he remembered how he approached Brisa so long ago.
