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12-18-2013, 04:16 PM
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The red mare asked out into to the night air. There was an odd, consistent sloshing noise that grew ever louder as the turf turned loose and dusty beneath her hooves. It was certainly not the soft babbling of a riverbed, nor the steady rush of a waterfall. The sound was perplexing, drawing her further and quicker. Tufts of sand flew up and around with each step, the heaviness of her frame sinking her hooves deep until she was executing an awkward march across the dunes. When she finally stumbled down over the last hill, the sight stopped her dead in her tracks. It was the largest lake Maeve had ever seen. In her birth-land back to the north, there had been lakes and ponds dotted everywhere, but never one where you couldn't spot the far side. Icy eyes took in the magnitude of the inky water stretching infinitely on the horizon, the pale rays of the moon glowing on the curls that rolled up the shore. There wouldn't be much resting tonight. Gaze wide with appreciation, the ginger headed on down the shoreline, close to the water's edge. Another grand form began to slip into view. Lit softly by the moon, a pale figure gleamed in bluish light, statuesque and horned. Maybe it was lack of sleep, but it looked almost ethereal within the twilight. Could it be a God? As she walked slowly closer, the stranger's features became more clear. Specks of dark dotted his ghostly coat, and the horn that struck out from his skull looked almost.. frosted? Slowing to a halt, she blinked her white-lidded eyes hard. Nothing was anymore normal when they opened back up. Garnet peices of forelock obscured her face as she cocked her skull at the sight. "Who are you? Granted, it wasn't the most polite thing to say to a strange stallion in the middle of the night, but she said it with such an awe-struck smile and genuine curiosity that it seemed fairly acceptable. |
