Post by cinta on Nov 25, 2010 4:09:32 GMT -5
C. i n t a
[/center][/color]They Call to her: cinta
Hiding inside: six winters
She cannot deny: Warmblood/Arab blood
They only see: black and white
She hides behind: sparatic, undefined ways
Post;
The wind whipped duo-toned tresses from an elegantly arched nape. She braced herself from the oncoming torrent as she stood on the apex of the hill. Delicate features remained stoic as her two toned frame was battered from all sides from the howling gales. A storm was brewing, and a nasty one at that. She could do of two things: Seek shelter in her the waste of what was left of her lands, or out run it. The latter seemed difficult, if not approachable, but it was what the lass needed: A hard, long run. Something to finally take her away from these lands that drew the strength from her. Brilliant azures watched the long dead blades of grass twist and weave by the will of the wind. The charred trees showed the history of the land itself. Once upon a time there was a little filly. She wasn’t anything special just another offspring from her father’s harem. But one day a storm came, now, storms were often in these lands but this one was especially dangerous. The Lightning Man hit his hammers, and the flashes of light came closer and closer, reaching down from the black sky to ignite the forest around them. The herd had fled, she and her mother included. Her father though, a stubborn old fool brought his harem back, and there they resided, until eventually he passed on. The mares were then taken by others, Cinta included. But Xere was a brutal stag, with no sympathy. Though instinct was to remain with one who could protect her, she broke off while another fought him for the scrawny mares he kept. And now, she was home. The end.
Eyes drifted again to the churning clouds ahead, gaze drifting to where the deep sapphire of dusk could be seen. Haunches pushed her down the hill. Alabaster limbs bringing her to top speed in a couple of strides, banner was lifted naturally as crown was tucked neatly to her chest. Baby pink nostrils flared for better intake of fuel as she moved through the familiar timbers, twisting and weaving when necessary. Leaping over a fallen log, and back into the open, the beginning drops of rain splattered on her back. Her skin was already hot, so the cool droplets felt soothing on her steaming frame. She downpour came moments after, and through the sheets of rain, the girl pushed herself even harder. Crown was tossed towards the angry heavens, and heels were kicked out, pallid flints striking the air behind her before gripping the tread again, and rocketing herself forward. She concentrated on her footsteps, now leaving her old home and entering into new lands, the possibilities were only limited by her imagination. Breathing was ragged, and the only reason she wasn’t foaming from sweat was the downpour overhead. The topography grew rocky, so speed was slowed as she moved around the tight corners and steep climbs. Huffing as she neared the top of a hill, the final steps brought her to a sight she’d never before witnessed.
The sky had cleared, and the lake far below stretched for miles. The still water mirrored the millions of stars that blanketed the velvet night. Eyes remained on the scene for many minutes, breathing slowed, though the sweat covering her ebon and alabaster frame made a shiver crawl down her spine. The porcelain of her canvas glowed in the night as she backed from her spot and ducked back to continue to… where was it she was headed? A snort came from her cage as she glanced around. Though she was a sight to see from afar, her once spotless coat now bore the marks of an abusive guardian, and the story of her short, and slightly painful past. Limbs brought her to a much easier canter as she moved through the trees, flying lead changes happening every so often as she moved, ghostly silent through the timbers that dotted the higher elevation. Tresses were blown back, and chin was again pulled towards her chest as she maneuvered through the uncharted lands. Vaguely the dame wondered when she’d come across others. It had been a while, but not quite a year since her departure from the other lands. She knew she needed a new home, and a new start. Nodding, as if to signify this was what she was now in search for, the girl sped up again, eager to feel the wind pushing up against her, and the sound of her own thundering heart flooding her ears.
It had taken much longer than she had thought to find a trail of scent to follow. But once she found one, she found one after the other. A herd was close by. And not just one, but from what she could figure, many. The border of the lands was right in front of her. This was where she had been for the past half an hour: Just staring at the dirt in front of her hooves. Glancing ahead, she breathed in, decoding the scents quickly before taking the step into the kingdom. She moved slowly, her coat was wicked this way and that from the hard running she’d been enforcing on herself, hardly something presentable. But what was she to do about it? Cautious with every step, naris flared as she breathed quickly, audits twisting about to listen for danger. She paused then, the stench of mares hitting her like a brick wall. Claiming grounds then? She’d heard of them, but never been. Feeling more at ease that she wasn’t wandering about some possessive stallion’s lands, she moved along without hesitation. Still cautious, she shouldered past some thick brush, and into a rather large clearing. Trees were dotted about here and there, she could hear the babble of a creek nearby, and followed the sound to the clear waters. Nape dropped her crown so lips could bring the water to her parched throat. Taking her fill of the crystal liquid, she meandered back to the clearing. There weren’t many around, and all kept to themselves. She didn’t look around for stags looking to bring home more for their collection, rather found the sun rising over the peaks and watched the golden orb cast her rays of soft light down into the meadow.
She hadn’t realized how far she had come until the sun began to rise. All night she had pushed herself to her limits, it showed too. She looked at the other pretty mares around, for everyone was striking, but it was their personality that truly made them beautiful. She smiled at that, shaking her head at the corny line that had sprouted in her head. Crown was tossed, tresses were thrown from her forehead momentarily before curtaining her left eye. Limbs moved her only a few steps before she paused again to take her bearings. She had travelled west, and south so the climate was slightly warmer, though not by much for she hadn’t travelled that far. It was the topography that was different. Perhaps she was used to the charred timbers of her homeland, but she found her new home relatively pleasant. She didn’t call to the other mares that dotted the lands, rather remained on her own as she slowly explored the clearing, minding her space from the others that resided here. “Oh Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?” she murmured to herself, a playful smile gracing her features as she walked slowly.