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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Sept 18, 2008 20:24:10 GMT -5
Dream was a 5 year old mare.She cantered into Wild Woods.Her mate claimed this land long ago.But he mysterouisly disappeared she searched everyday but nevery found him.He had been missing for months on end.She neighed loudly as a weird feeling told her to come here.She neighed loudly as the wind blew. Dream  |
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Sept 18, 2008 20:55:03 GMT -5
The wild stallion dragged his sore, tired hooves on the ground. He'd been captured by wranglers. In fact, a lot of horses had been captured. Most had escaped, but they'd managed to snag his neck in a rope. All he could do was watch as the others sprinted away to freedom, their manes flying gleefully, their cries echoing in the huge sky.
How he'd escaped, he didn't even remember. He'd gone all but mad in that torturous place. Somehow he'd blundered his way out. He'd fled for his life, been chased for miles upon miles. Normally he'd have used the wild horse shortcuts and hideouts that wranglers and helicopters could never find, and saved himself a ton of stress and time. He'd sadly forgotten them.
When they finally gave up, he'd nearly died from sheer exhaustion. He'd run the whole day, with nothing to eat. He was a hair from dehydration. Miraculously he'd been able to find water very quickly. Strength more or less back, he seemed to remember a time before he'd been a captive. A time when he'd had a home, when he'd had a family. He wanted to find it again. Only problem was that he'd been away for so long, he'd clean forgotten where this place was. He wandered. What else could he do?
For weeks he searched for the place he belonged. It was all around him, but yet, he couldn't find it. It was beneath his hooves, beside his shadow, riding the wings of the sunlight and air. Slowly, he began to recall being wild and careless. No, careless wasn't right. Just wild. Free. He didn't care about being leader right now. He breathed deeply the air that had swept over these meadows, through these forests. The air that had existed during the vicious battles of angels and demons, the air that had caressed newborn foals every day.
Then he heard it. The one sound that brought the sweetest of memories to his mind. Only that call would float to him on the breeze, and with it bring the sweet lavender scent only he could know inside out. Only that musical voice could revive him from the amnesia that had clouded him, reminding him of his remaining, dear posession. Dream. Her name sent warmth from his ears to his tail. Such life rose in him, he hadn't felt so much vigor in a lifetime.
All exhaustion completely gone, excitement pulsed through him as he flew between the trees. He could hear small whisperings, like the forest holding it's breath. He burst between them...
...and saw her. He momentarily forgot how to breathe.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Sept 18, 2008 21:00:42 GMT -5
OCC HOW CUTE.....
Dream ears perked forward as her nares caught a familer scent.She then reared highly as all her joy,and happyness sprang back to like she let out a neigh towards him wanting to be near him again to fill the warmth of her lover.She looked around and didn't see him she then pranced in a circle swinging her head wildy and reared again thrashing through the air.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Sept 18, 2008 21:18:11 GMT -5
[hehe i know =} i kinda got a little carried away.]
Was it really her? Would she simply blow away in the wind if he touched her? He swallowed and slowly plodded forward. It was a little shocking that he didn't rush forward. He was afraid she'd shatter before his eyes. He stopped short, his faces barely an inch from hers. He stared at her. He still hadn't breathed. Everything was dead silent. If he breathed, he might wake up to find it only a dream. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep sigh. Oh yes, it was definitely her.
He cautiously stepped forward, slightly to the right of her. His face was beside her neck. One more step put it by her withers. He could feel the heat from her body. It mingled with his. He swung his head around to rest just above her withers and stood there. It was one single, perfect nanosecond, that stretched suspended around them like a golden bubble. He was here. With her. This single perfect creature. Never again... I promise.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Sept 18, 2008 21:21:57 GMT -5
She nickered as she felt him touch her she nickered and then nuzzled him happly.And then nuzzled his muzzle happly.She then continued nickering happly,and then put her head under his.
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