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11-25-2013, 07:22 AM
This whole situation... wasn't there something horrifically familiar about it? It was as though Lace was looking at himself from across the ages, peering back into the past to a different time, a different place; onto a past that was his own, when he had been just as bold and brave, foolishly confident as he pranced across a very similar looking borderland. He hadn't known then that his life would change and all the ideals he'd been stuffed with since birth would be set on edge, turned upside down by ignorance and passion and used for the purpose of others.
Did this stallion know what waited for him here, in this strange and war-torn land? Would he understand the causes for which they fought and built walls, time upon time risking their lives against forces equally stronger or sometimes even greater than themselves?
The answers he was given by the youngster weren't really answers at all, and they garnered nothing but a quiet hum by the older steed. Scrutinizing the dappled frame Lace hesitated for a moment, feeling the responsibility for the herd weigh heavy on the shoulders - it felt like more of a gamble than ever to bring horses back to their forested land of moonlight and mist, yet at the same time he couldn't argue with the fact that they needed more able-bodied fighters.
"Morpheus..." he repeated slowly, as though sampling the name in his mouth and finding it to his liking. "My name is Lace. What are you searching for in these lands, Morpheus? If you answer me honestly, I might be able to help you in your search."
Finally the smile shifted from the voice and broke out across the face of the silver horse, small and reserved yet undoubtedly friendly. He lifted the head to hold it higher, pushing away from the tree without a sound; it didn't do to look like a sleaze when trying to recruit horses to a cause, now did it. If the appearance of the traveler was taken into account by him, then surely the other would be scrutinizing him when making a decision; to follow, or not. Would he have been as inclined to follow Mirage had she appeared before him with mud in the mane and grime beneath the eyes?
He thought about it for a moment and had to hold back a chuckle... probably not.
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
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♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent
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