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08-15-2013, 11:38 AM
 The darkness loomed, making the mare twitch with anxiousness. It was as if there were eyes upon her. It was probably the endless night making her paranoid, mixed with this environment which was alien to her, but something told her to keep an ear back, listening behind her heavy form. The navy blanket clawed around her dappled bodice, tainting the snow with long, threatening shadows. Her head arced proudly. She was not afraid of the dark. She simply despised it. Yet as she wandered, the feeling did not ease. Glancing above her, she glared at the scatter of stars and across the blue toward the moon. Its thin slither was that of a crescent that grinned down at the solitary unicorn. Rise, father Sun. Mother Moon has ruled the skies for far too long. She is beginning to get cocky. She thought to herself in a silent prayer. Where she came from the sun and moon were seen as divination's. She doubted this land shared her views that moon and sun were rulers of the heavens, but it mattered little. She did not wish to speak alum about her own, silly beliefs. All that mattered was flesh and blood. Survival meant more to her than children s stories. She turned, gazing quietly at the snow drifts, wandering where to turn when her steely grey eyes spotted a shadow. it was far denser than any other shadow she had seen thus far, and she squinted into its direction. The form was moving in her direction and she mare tensed up, as was habit, with her head lowered defensively. Yet the horse; a stallion from the scent; did not approach. He simply watched her, his eyes dripping with a crimson hue that tainted his jaws. Was it blood, or a marking like her own scarlet mask? She took a step forward, pausing as a sinister smile crept upon his maw. A threat, she decided, as she began to take proud, heavy steps toward the stallion. She was almost a hand taller and far more muscular, and she felt no fear for this stag. She felt only distrust and mild annoyance that she had allowed herself to be snuck up on. Ears pinned back, she glared toward him, her body half camoflaged in the silvery hue of the midnight snow. "Who goes there? Leave, I need no trouble from you, blood." She called out loudly, voice bellowing over the eerie silence, shattering it. The ice beneath her heavy hooves began to creak as she stomped forwards once more, attempting to intimidate the stallion with her bulky form. |
