Distraction at its Best

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Distraction at its Best

Ailith Posts: 47

Deceased

Mare :: Equine :: 15.0 HH :: 8

Adoptable

#11

02-15-2013, 10:37 PM

No matter what we breed, we are still made of greed
This is my kindom come, this is my kindom come

The soft sweep of the warm summer breeze lifted stray hairs along her nape and the sensation made her shiver. The soft soil of the forest floor sprung up and around her toes as she walked, listening to the eerie quiet of the hills. Everything around her made her think of peace and serenity and the sullen relaxation made her lids pool across her lavender vision. She is calm in his presence and her walls are nearly dissolved by his comforting words. He is not one to impinge upon her thoughts as many had done before and he does not seem to care for her sultry advance which weighs heavy upon her impression of him. She would consider him valued friend because of his open simplicity and ability to see her as more than a lustful prospect. It was something that not many stallions seemed to possess in this world or the next, aside from Argetlam himself.

His words surprise her though, almost as much as his personality. He stood to correct her choice of diction but she simply smiled in recognition and made no attempt to justify her thoughts. “You choose your words well my friend and I only hope that you could find as much in me. You’re conviction is admired.” A tired smile follows shortly after and she continues to keep pace alongside him. Occasionally she steals a bit of leaf from low hanging branches around her and crunches quietly to the symphony of the grey boy’s explanation of ambition.

However, it does nothing to convince her of his passion. War is inevitable; it is something that even the Gods could not avoid. She looks upon him now, cool gaze reflecting something of curiosity as she inhales the fresh air. “War is inglorious, something so seamless and unexplained… but I find it is something that cannot be stopped my sweet friend. But I wish you… luck in your endeavors.” She looks away now, unsure how he would have her. She did not wish to insult him but truth rung freely from her tongue and there was nothing she could do to rein in her nature. It was something as uncontrollable as the wind.