Just throw it back, for one more night
On a starlit and moon-struck night.In Autumn's wake, I seemed to explode onto the scene. Where once there were leaves, freshly fallen and crisply brown, they were a torrent, a whirlwind of yellow, orange and gold. The dying grasses, scorched from the summer's reign made them crisp and splintered beneath my hooves as I fell through the meadow at a charge. All strawberry feathers flying around my sturdy limbs as I go. thick tendrils of red as a sea of bloody foam against the mottled green backdrop. It was nice to stretch, to run and charge, albeit every few strides I would trip over some unseen lump of dirt, stumble a little and continue as elegantly as one could, when one was quite on the large side. A monstrous giant of sorts, throwing her weight around yet still trying to take care for the delicate flowers beneath my feet.
Perhaps I was a walking contradiction. I was no longer an exhausted mess; my stay within the beautiful Falls had given my coat a new lustre, my eyes a new fire. Viridian green eyes swallowed the landscape, the sturdy trees, the crisp grasses beneath. Open fields, and I took advantage. My canter swallows the ground, long, purposeful. Not that I have anywhere inclined to go. It is good to feel the autumnal breeze tangle my locks, bless my coat with a nice, comfortable breeze. Not the sticky, blistering sun that beat down upon me and made every little crevasse sticky with sweat.
I was still no amazing wildflower; not as pristine or well kept as the primroses and lavender. I was more like the climbing flowers that clung to the trees, hidden in the depths of the Falls. Vast and aplenty, all over the place with no real coordination. Of course they were pretty to look at at a distance, but up close you saw the entanglement and felt that even they didn't know where they were going. so, like the trailing vines with pretty little flowers that bloom in adversary, I crawl over the meadow, long strides eating up the ground, head high and neck arched, squirrelly ears, tufty red lobes perked forward and listen to all the autumnal day's sounds. A few chirps here, some darling lark's song there, and the rush of the wind as it whispered sweet nothings into the trees.
For once, for once I was not skulking the trees like some shadow, I was there, I was out in the open. Oof. I trip once more, a large stone in my way. Ah, perhaps, perhaps it is safer me to lurk the shadows. Oh, but then there are the roots of gnarled trees that threaten to capsize my vast vessel, the hidden concealment of rabbit holes that long to take my leg. Perhaps, perhaps I should have flashing lights, like twinkling astrals warning others away. A walking hazard.
Ah, but that would be no fun. And a rather lonely existence.
A few butterflies whispers past, riding the air current with pretty little wings. How I longed to be so small, so fragile. Able to be cupped closed in gentle hands. But we can dream, can we not?
The ground did fold and eat us both
But all my love, I did devote.
- resident of the falls - |
 gaza Gaza knows what it’s like to have large hooves. His father’s size made him rather awkward and klutzy as a colt, with large hooves and spindly legs, he didn’t grow into this dashingly handsome ex-prince until he was almost an adult. Even then, his mind hasn’t caught up. Not truly. All thoughts of responsibility fly out the window, as if he were a twenty eight year old still working part time and living in his parent’s basement. But he’s a very pleasant bum, jovial and kind-hearted, so there hasn’t really been a reason to kick him out of said basement. Plus he pitches in around the house every so often.
Lately, Gaza has been seeing more folks similar to his size, though he’s never gone up and introduced himself as one of the ‘big boned club.’ He might be on the smaller end, as the Percheron in him was tempered by the fine-boned, delicate Akhal Teke and instead of a heavy coat, he has a lighter, far more shiny one. It’s a bit of an odd look, considering he only has a sprinkling of dark feathers at his hocks, but it is distinctly Gaza, and only a child of Vanquish and Yael could look thus (you know, except for his three other full siblings).
Honestly, the flashing lights and warning beeps would attract Gaza far more quickly than if the large mare stood quietly by herself, like she is now. She is only slightly larger than he is, but he doesn’t have to look up at her, or, like most others, down at her. She may or may not have noticed a big, black lawn mower lingering around, chomping up the choicest, sweetest bits of fresh spring grass. That’s him. That’s Gaza. As he comes up for air, golden eyes glance around to see if anything exciting is happening, and his gaze lands on the other hulking beast in his vicinity. After he swallows his last mouthful, Gaza turns in her direction and ambles over, greeting her with a friendly nicker and cheerful twinkle in his eye. “Hello there. Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
Ah, yes. The ‘ol weather chit-chat. Gaza has much to learn.
vanquish x yael
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The envy of the butterflies and larks do not go unchecked. I can hear their little whispers, little spirals of air, pepper past by face, so close to brushing my cheek. Perhaps it is the myriad of wild flowers that have become knotted in my ribbons of red mane, the sweet honeyed scents far more enticing than the clamouring vessel of mine. But the notion is as blissful as the serene silence of the meadow, and as sweet as the Viridian grasses underfoot.
Emerald eyes cast out, like a fishing line. Capturing the sights of mingling quaint friends, frolicking children, and very few quiet, lonely souls like me. The Falls are lovely, I have friends, acquaintances and now, a child, to keep me company. But the heart yearns for a little menial conversation, a chat that breaches the stars and the sky. Oh, such fairytale thoughts. I'd have to blame my mother for that, for not being able to find my Prince Charming, or even the Beast, to be spellbound by my... Well, perhaps the flowers would be classed as beauty, but my strawberry hide was far more weighty, titanic like than slinky little princesses waists.
Akos was happy enough being left in the playground while I tried to mingle. The socially awkward wallflower, hardly the beauteous butterfly that flickers along, kisses strangers and entices them with honeyed words. Ah, the thought makes me hungry and nervous, so I dip my nose and greedily grab at the succulents at foot. Bemused by my thoughts and silenced by the huge mouthful of grass, I looked a sight as the shadow was cast across me.
'Ergh Gella deer.' I swallowed the greens, dipped my nose and rubber vigorously, ridding my lips of grass debris. Shaking my flower messed mane, I turned back to the steed, if I could redden more so, my strawberry cheeks would dance Crimson. 'Dreadfully sorry there! I suppose the succulent grasses were a bit too tempting.' my crown fidgets slightly, knocking a few flies away with a large furry ear, and a broad pink cheek. 'I'm Eld. Just Eld.' I can feel the butterflies pepper my flanks with teasing laughter, their colourful spectrum of wings like blinking lights behind me. I stamp a hind hoof, ridding them from even more embarrassment. 'The day is just glorious. The blue sky, the birds are singing, the grass is exceptionally green, oh,' my tail snaps at my hocks and my heavy feet dance around, crushing the emerald blades underfoot. 'and the butterflies are mightily excessive.' I blow a snort, just as another few butterflies take comfort on my nose, enticed by the plucked honeysuckle that braided my forelock with burrs and thorns. |
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gaza
See, the funny thing about Gaza is that he was, at one time, a veritable Prince. Now he is not, so he supposes that he will never be anyone’s Prince Charming, despite his dedication to upping the Charm factor. As for ladies, well, the dainty ones remind him of his mother, so they’re pretty much out. No one wants to marry their mother (although… he is a nice Jewish boy, so that statement is debatable if we’re looking at stereotypes). Also - Princesses don’t run well in heels and Gaza wants someone who can chase the camels with him, not stand by the side and complain that he is getting sand in her hair.
Because he’s a boy, Gaza didn’t notice the flowers in her mane, but as she jerks her head up in surprise, he finds his eyes are drawn to the leafy bits there, and the corners of his mouth twitch. It’s cute.
“Can’t blame you,” he starts off, “Fresh Spring grass is pretty awesome. I’m Gaza, by the way.” He pauses, not wanting to interrupt her astute observations. She seems nervous, but it might just be his imagination - did all women skitter around like that? No, not to his recollection. So yes, she must be nervous. Which is also slightly amusing, because Gaza is the least intimidating ex-Prince, goofball out there. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many butterflies... we never see them in the Desert. It’s too hot there, no trees… I wonder what’s drawing them. Where are you from? Do you like it there?” Gaza stops himself, not wanting to bombard the semingly shy Eld with questions. He only asks because she must be from someplace green, judging by the flora caught up in her hair. And Gaza has yet to decide where he wants to live… he has yet to be persuaded either way.
vanquish x yael
i'm a wishful thinker, with the best intentions. Thought whirl, a cascade, a torrent through my mind. A thousand doubts and a million questions. Was he staring? Was I staring? Was it rude to stare for this long? I shake my head, allowing red ribbons of mane to flop over my green eyes, momentarily I was distracted, or, attempted on being distracted. Was it bad to show so much interest? Oh, but I would love a friend, someone to talk to, someone to explore the vast expanse of the world, only to flop beneath the boughs of the trees and count he stars at night, to make pictures with the clouds during the day. I was not a girl who needed much, sought after a great deal in this life. I was simple, simple things pleased me, even if it was just Gaza's awkward little smile.
'It's lovely to meet you Gaza.' I nod, perhaps one too many times. Other than Texas, Shatter and well Akos, there were not many I had spoken to, let alone socialised with. Well, there was Chezter and he, he confused and boggled my mind in the way the autumn leaves dance in a wild foray. I shook my head at the thought, with a snap of my tail I dismissed the doubt of then and focused on the now. Idling in the sunlight with a companion, for once. That did not seem dwarfed by my size.
'The Deserts? That sounds rather far from all of this green.' I turn my head, cocking to the right to observe the vast meadow and all of it's viridian green colour. A swathe of beauty, a swatch of summer and autumn. 'I don't think I could manage with the heat.' I dipped my nose to my side, the thicker coat, the vast bone structure and the enormity of my vessel, it did not bode too well in hot climates. That one trip to the Jungle was enough for me, for a lifetime.
'Me?' I question, lifting sa proverbial brow. I wasn't too inclined to dally on about me, it was much more interesting to learn of other's tales and words. Having the glimmer of light across my face, attuned on me, it made me shift, ever so slightly, but I regained somewhat composure and allowed a soft smile to slip my lips, at the very thought of the Falls, the contentment found it's way naturally to my face. 'I live in The Falls. And it is very green. Many trees. Some lovely sweet patches of grass, beautiful scenery and well, lots of shade for the summer sun.' I drop my head an inch, allowing a few ribbons of hair to blow out from my view. 'It's a lovely place, tranquil. I would still be there now, but I thought I needed to... well, perhaps meet some new faces?' I was doing well, I supposed, but then my smile broadened and a chuckle slipped and that was it, allow the ground to swallow me up and spit me back out, back at the falls. 'And you're a new face, a handsome one at that. And it is very nice to meet you. Erm. Yes. Very nice indeed, Gaza.' I then take a large breath and swallow it, frowning a little, which meets my forehead in unsightly furrows. 'Can you really tell, I'm new to this?'
E L D
ambassador of the falls
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