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12-19-2013, 08:24 AM
The foul mood had been almost permantly erased. Storm didn't care anymore. Kodoven was safe with another mare protecting him, and she didn't have to take up motherly duties she wasn't ready for. The grey mare was free, truly free. The wind was felt on her wings once more, and she glided through the air as if she were liberated from a prison. This was utter joy. She was bound to no one, and she knew everything was going to be all right. The grey lass had never asked to become a mother, and it was all a mistake. Her son was made out of one night of lust, not love, and the mare made sure of it that an error like that would never happen like that again. She was composed, and eventually love would find her, and she would know. But for now the feirce beauty remained wild and free.
Her dark mane whipped around as light eyes blinked with anticipation. Living up to her name, she felt as if she never wanted to drop out of the sky, after being tied to the ground for so long. There was no way for her to stay up in the sky for so long, after all her wings had grown weak from being earth bound. Swooping lower, and loosing altitude, Storm tilted to the side and let herself fall. The feeling was ectasy as she finally opened her wings before hitting trees. Finding a clear opening, and one strong thud, she landed in a graceful like manner on the ground. The once warrior girl was galloping through the forest, hating confinement. But who cares, all that matters was that everyone was happy out of the whole ordeal she painstakingly went through.
Not after long, voices were heard in the distance. Audits pricked up, and eyes narrowed, the lass slowed to a walk, tracking down new scents. There were other horses nearby, and the trees opened up to reveal one familiar, and a new stallion. "Hello Africa", in a fairly bright mood, the woman nodded her head downwards, and with a sweep of her elegant mane, she thrust it away from her eyes. A smile arose on her maw as she approached closer. "Hey, are you okay?" Questioning the dark, fallen stallion, her eyes glimmered. The breeze was calling her name, but body aching, she was in no state to fly right now. Strom's voice was sweet, but bold and resonant. When she realized the lad was alright, she stood and awaited for someone to spark a conversation up.
Her dark mane whipped around as light eyes blinked with anticipation. Living up to her name, she felt as if she never wanted to drop out of the sky, after being tied to the ground for so long. There was no way for her to stay up in the sky for so long, after all her wings had grown weak from being earth bound. Swooping lower, and loosing altitude, Storm tilted to the side and let herself fall. The feeling was ectasy as she finally opened her wings before hitting trees. Finding a clear opening, and one strong thud, she landed in a graceful like manner on the ground. The once warrior girl was galloping through the forest, hating confinement. But who cares, all that matters was that everyone was happy out of the whole ordeal she painstakingly went through.
Not after long, voices were heard in the distance. Audits pricked up, and eyes narrowed, the lass slowed to a walk, tracking down new scents. There were other horses nearby, and the trees opened up to reveal one familiar, and a new stallion. "Hello Africa", in a fairly bright mood, the woman nodded her head downwards, and with a sweep of her elegant mane, she thrust it away from her eyes. A smile arose on her maw as she approached closer. "Hey, are you okay?" Questioning the dark, fallen stallion, her eyes glimmered. The breeze was calling her name, but body aching, she was in no state to fly right now. Strom's voice was sweet, but bold and resonant. When she realized the lad was alright, she stood and awaited for someone to spark a conversation up.
