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There is a lone whinney that brakes across the empty sky like a dagger cutting through silk. The crow calls and greets the gray morning. The whinney was from the lambrums of a lone equine-creature. Its smooth charcoal tinted wrapping glinted against the slight sunlight that managed to shine through the clouds that hung like banners in the sky. The animals turned its mighty visage to the sky, the atmosphere was humid, smelled of rain. Yes, rain was on its way. It whipped his black-hued flyer and scuffed at the grass with a flint. The powerful being rose onto its hind shanks and let out a call, a call to all those who thought it challenging, who thought it an intruder, who thought it menacing. A smirk played against its velvet kissers, for maybe it was all of these terrible adjectives strung together. But, of course, you had to be to survive in a place such as this. But, don'tunder estimate the warmness any creature can hold within its soul. It sounded another call, a softer call, at the touched its front pillars back to the geography. This time, it called to one who thought it good,. thought it beautiful, thought it worthy enough to be in their company. Yes, yes it had been alone for so long there had to be someone, anyone out there who could show it the meaning of a herd, a family, the meaning of... Love? Oh, that silly little words. It was such a little word for such a big emotion. It seemed to not do it justice. No, no not all. Suddenly, with an erratic burst of speed, the animal sped off into the morning mist, its well-oiled muscling rippling like little waves under its pelt, it slid to a sudden halt as the promised rain began to fall, spattering its coat with darker flecks. It shook its dial, dreds flying wildly, mingling with the falling rain. Is this what it was meant when that word "wild" was uttered from others' lips?
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Weather: The sun has returned to us. Finally. The days are warming, but the rain is plaguing us. Birds are returning and foals will be born soon. The Crystal Lake is warming and the days are longer. All creatures are rejoicing as winter loosens his hold.
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::[Living the Curse] « Thread Started on Apr 4, 2008, 7:43pm »
A perfectly normal day in the wild lands. No one could anticipate the arrival of anything new at all; there was no warning sign, just the event itself.
Then again, there was a warning sign, but little warning it ever gave.
The shriek of a fae sounded through the forest and mountain landscape, echoing off the backs of caves and returning to the early-morning atmosphere. Innocent avians flapped their feathered appendages swiftly and with much panic as the sun was covered by a dark gray smog that rose from the belly of the land. The vixen cackled, an evil thing. Another screech came, a summons. The panicked feather-flappers scattered further as solid black raptors emerged from the distant trees. Each was as big as the essa's head and had a wingspan of two yards from wingtip to wingtip, and possessed golden eyes without pupils or whites. The largest perched (rather gently for a predator) on the back of the black-and-silver paint mare, silently drooping its long neck to come close to her left hark, whispering words of the Avian language close to them. The essa smirked and rose her crania, almost snapping it towards the blackened sun's rays. An eerie howl that would forever haunt the benign listeners nearby crackled through the air, demanding attention.
In response to her howl came a dozen and a half wolves, black with crimson orbs without whites, but with pupils. They howled, snapped, and growled viciously until Anethema spat out a vicious growl, that of an alpha, in the Wolven lyrics: Halt, and listen!
The wolves immediately formed a half-circle in front of their alpha, eighteen dark wolves listening attentively and obediently. She gave a few more commands: that all was safe, and the land was, at least partially, theirs. With a screeching cry of Disperse!, they flooded back into the woods surrounding the mountain, and the raptors screeched and flew off. All but two. One raptor, the one placed upon her back, and one wolf, the one at the lefternmost edge of the semicircle, who crept up to Anethema's front flints. With a snarl, Anathema added, You also, Titania. Soar away, Io.
With a final roar, the two remaining servants of the reigning Queen of evil dispersed, leaving Anethema alone with her thoughts.
Was she alone? No matter. A visitor was naught but easy prey.
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