After alittle bit of rehabilitation, she was completely filled out and her coat shined. She was in her prime and ready to take on the world. She felt completely back to normal. She felt empowered a different Star. A more confident Star.. Standing on top o her cliff outside her cave. She took a deep breathe of the summer breeze. Letting the breeze carry her mane in the gentle breeze. She raised her head taking in the grounds around her home. She was glad to have a home. She reared arching her neck feeling confident. She snorted her nose. She was the same Star at heart but she was completely changed body and mind. She had some muscle from climbing these hills.
She thought about all the things she had over come to be where she is. She never felt so independent in her life. Her brown eyes searched far and near. She thinks to self, she wished she could claim land for herself and have a strong king stallion beside her on there throne. Producing strong and powerful children, filling up the meadows and streams and hills.
As the breeze blew through her mane and face, she closed her eyes thinking of the what ifs and dreaming... .
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Ray of sunshine bursts through the darkness
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06-12-2015, 09:16 PM
06-13-2015, 08:26 AM
Master has said to femme to be more amenable. So femme would start. Fatale adores the glittering gemstones in the topography and didn't want to leave. Raven beauty dances across the dunes, flints pounding a crescendo. The golden globe in the heavens blistering her skin. She beats to a cadence, the femme, all to her own beat. She dances in her world. Sashaying hips like an exotic dancer, lithe appendages skittering across the loam. Azure orbs scrutinise the layout and find the iron speckled maiden. Audits flick stop her diadem and femme calls as she dances over.
Blue.. Femme did not know what else to call her. Wench would get her thrown. Anything else would gave femmes head on the block. Audits stay dead atop her cranium as she serenades a soft song. I want to call a truce. We have the same master, we share the same land. Come spring our foals will be kin. Femme nickers and dances closer to blue star. I know I've been harsh. Forgive me? I will try more. It's hard. To adjust.
06-18-2015, 08:30 PM
06-19-2015, 05:04 AM
Lead mare?
Femme lulls serenading vocals. Pinnate curving backward upon ebony diadem. Flints paw at the loam. if that is what master Nier wishes then I cannot go against him. Fatale plume kisses rump with fervent lashes. I hope this will begin a friendship, Bkue. Regardless of past mistakes. Our children will be siblings and... And this will be w family.. Saline coats irises of azure. Fanilies. Strange concepts. She whichers veivets smooth as they pull into a smile. |
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