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12-10-2014, 09:38 PM
Romani
Birdsong.
Sweet, joyous, wonderful Birdsong.
A new breath of life had been released upon Helovia like a long awaited exhale, warm and soothing and bringing life into the Haflinger's bogged spirit, just as it brought life into the world around them. The deadly grasp of ice and snow began to melt away as the world warmed, soothed and blessed by the God of the Earth, and with that blessing, grass began to green, trees began to sprout leaves and tiny buds, water began to churn from the melting Northern mountain range... Frostfall always, always reminded her of terrible times long passed, times of spending the entirety of a frozen, bitterly crystallized season trapped in the northern Hell of the Basin, prisoner for the entirety of winter... She was glad to be rid of it. It wasn't often that the golden-red princess allowed herself to ponder such terrible memories, but today wasn't a day to remember that which hurt.
No... Today was a day to meant to enjoy life, to thrive and overcome cumbersome burdens, as nature itself was doing.
For the first time in a very long time, Romani patrolled the borders of the World's Edge alone. Kasai had chosen to remain behind, deciding that an afternoon nap was in order and had remained in a collection of trees and bushes, snoozing the afternoon away midst the warm rays of sunlight. The monochromatic tigress had settled well into the role of a warrior, just as Romani had, and she couldn't help but wonder what may have happened to her had she not decided to return to the Edge for the winter...
Frozen to death, possibly, the mare pondered, a fierce snort coughing from her nostrils at the unfortunate reality of the thought, Thank the Gods that Archibald and Thor had the smart senses to talk some sense into me. Good thing, indeed. Since being swayed to join the ranks of the World's Edge herd once more, and thus joining Archibald's ranks as a Protector once again, monotony and purpose had fallen into place within the Haflinger's golden-red breast. It was the life she loathed and loved, protecting those she loved, striving for some greater purpose... But her heart had begun to yearn for the roads once again, for completion, for exploration and adventure, for companionship and love in ways that she hadn't felt in a long, long time...
"One day, perhaps," Romani muttered briefly to herself, sharp azure eyes scanning her surroundings as the mare passed by the cracked, wretched-looking remains of the fallen glass wall, "One day..."
@[Destrier]
Sweet, joyous, wonderful Birdsong.
A new breath of life had been released upon Helovia like a long awaited exhale, warm and soothing and bringing life into the Haflinger's bogged spirit, just as it brought life into the world around them. The deadly grasp of ice and snow began to melt away as the world warmed, soothed and blessed by the God of the Earth, and with that blessing, grass began to green, trees began to sprout leaves and tiny buds, water began to churn from the melting Northern mountain range... Frostfall always, always reminded her of terrible times long passed, times of spending the entirety of a frozen, bitterly crystallized season trapped in the northern Hell of the Basin, prisoner for the entirety of winter... She was glad to be rid of it. It wasn't often that the golden-red princess allowed herself to ponder such terrible memories, but today wasn't a day to remember that which hurt.
No... Today was a day to meant to enjoy life, to thrive and overcome cumbersome burdens, as nature itself was doing.
For the first time in a very long time, Romani patrolled the borders of the World's Edge alone. Kasai had chosen to remain behind, deciding that an afternoon nap was in order and had remained in a collection of trees and bushes, snoozing the afternoon away midst the warm rays of sunlight. The monochromatic tigress had settled well into the role of a warrior, just as Romani had, and she couldn't help but wonder what may have happened to her had she not decided to return to the Edge for the winter...
Frozen to death, possibly, the mare pondered, a fierce snort coughing from her nostrils at the unfortunate reality of the thought, Thank the Gods that Archibald and Thor had the smart senses to talk some sense into me. Good thing, indeed. Since being swayed to join the ranks of the World's Edge herd once more, and thus joining Archibald's ranks as a Protector once again, monotony and purpose had fallen into place within the Haflinger's golden-red breast. It was the life she loathed and loved, protecting those she loved, striving for some greater purpose... But her heart had begun to yearn for the roads once again, for completion, for exploration and adventure, for companionship and love in ways that she hadn't felt in a long, long time...
"One day, perhaps," Romani muttered briefly to herself, sharp azure eyes scanning her surroundings as the mare passed by the cracked, wretched-looking remains of the fallen glass wall, "One day..."
@[Destrier]
Just Need a bit of Luck, Get 'em Up
Point the Gun at the Eyes
Or at the Knees, had to Shoot, had to Fight
Gonna take out the Gunman
