Escaping the Memories

[Outlaw]

by three methods we may learn wisdom;
first by reflection, which is noblest;
second, by imitation, which is easiest;

Cream hooves alight upon the flat earth, leaving a faint mark with a casual lazy step. Each unhurried lift then fall caused a faint thud, quick to fade away, bringing a low chuckle from deep within that wide chest. The play of the wind, tugging at the lengths of solid moonlight tumbling from a proudly arched neck. Matching whipcords laced with earthen tones found behind were pulled into their own delightful waltz, occasionally sweeping up to slap at rich pristine flanks. The buzz of life surrounding was calming to the seemingly docile mare, allowing the tension to bleed from aching muscles. Though she did not linger long in one single place.

The glare of the bright sun hanging over head, its rays trickled down, easing the sting of winters bite entrapped in the winds embrace. The contrasts caused a shiver to course through that compact muscled frame cloaked in a snowy embrace. There wasn't a single cloud in that dark blue sky, but that was just fine. With the lands still trapped within winters cold grasp, the unbroken rays of warmth was a welcomed change. Very soon the seasons would change, and new life will start poking around. So the cycle continues.

What, one may wonder, had sent a lone mare wandering this day, traveling through meadows? On this day, when winter still clings futilely to the world and spring waited impatiently to drive it back, she was always restless. The memories that had driven her into self-exile were always grew stronger the closer it got to that day, a day splattered in blood and pain. So she would wander, sometimes at a walk other times at a full out gallop, attempting to outrun the memories laden with guilt and sorrow. So lost in her own thoughts the persistant rumbling within that barrel went completely unheeded.

It was when she drew a deep breath that Wraith froze. A second for good measure was taken, yes there, elusive as a rainbow but still there. The scent of another equine tingled along sensitive membranes. The sparkling blue gleam of the icy mare's optics drifted first one direction then the over, over the meadows, scanning for the source. Muscles held frozen, Soldiers atop that cranium dipped and twisted, listening for the tell tale thud of hooves against half frozen particles. A vivid curiosity that had never quite been squished held the fae in a moment of indecision. Should she stay, and find out who approached? Or would she run, slipping away with little or no evidence that she had ever passed this way?

and third by experiance, which is the bitterest.

[Kalovantha]

August Moon

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The golden stag was grazing peaceful on what grass could be found. His creamy banner twitching over his hock occasionally as he roamed, muzzle close to the ground, lipping at anything edible. He felt the tremors of another's hoof-beats on the ground and his dial shot up, harks flicking forward so that they where ramrod straight.
He lifted his dial a little higher and scented the wind. Did another stallion already seek to supplant him? No it couldn't be. He didn't think that very many stallions had even established themselves here. Or had one of the ones he'd scented around seek to destroy him? No, he was a neutral so why should they care for him?
Ah, there it was, the wind brought to him the scent of a mare. His harks flicked slightly. He hadn't invited any mare here, not like he would run her off either, it was just puzzling to the sun-kissed stallion. He eased his compact form into a smooth jog towards the mare.
He slowed to a walk when he spotted the mostly ivory painted mare and released a loud whinny. His warm chocolate gaze stayed focued on her, looking to see if she was distressed or harmed but that didn't seem to be her problem. She just seemed wary, as if she had just realized that she'd waltzed into his land. Not like he was going to harm her either.
He halted when he was within a comfortable speaking distance, but not close enough to crowd her. He nodded his golden dial politely. "Welcome to Orphis, I am August Moon, or August." He said calmly in his deep and soothing voice. He tilted his dial slightly. "Might I ask why you are here?" He asked in the same tones though it was laced with a bit of curiousity. What was she really doing here anyways? Well, he would find out soon enough now wouldn't he? Unless she ran off.[/size]

[Outlaw]

by three methods we may learn wisdom;
first by reflection, which is noblest;
second, by imitation, which is easiest;

With a twist of that cranium she easily spotted the approach of the golden brute. Despite a faint limp he carried himself with authority. Which spoke volumes about his position within this land she had stumbled across. Skull lifted proudly while she surveyed the slightly shorter equine. Scars littered his frame, which brought a sparkle of curiosity, surely he had not fought so many battles? First impressions did not gift her with a thought that he was a violent creature. Still she did not know him from the next stallion and all to often first impressions were deceiving.

The halt of his forward motion left him several paces away, which was a comfort to the ivory based fae. Pinken nasals flared briefly, soldiers flicker back before returning to attention when his voice rose to be heard. "August Moon.." Vocals of a rich warm honey lifted from the lengths of those pipes. While his next question left her at a bit of a disadvantage, eventually she would reply with carefully chosen though unguarded words. "I was not aware these lands were claimed, forgive my trespass, August. I am called Wraith by most."

Whipcords of earthly hued snow slapped lazily against icy white flanks. The play of the breeze pulled at her forelock revealing the tiny spot of color mounted high on her brow. Muscles shift beneath that pristine pelt while after a moments hesitation she would stretch her pink fleshed muzzle towards him in a friendly display of a greeting. She did not think he was a Dark, after all he had yet to show a sign of aggression towards her. Hopefully it would remain so since at the moment she did not relish the thought of having to run. Of course she had little doubt she could out-maneuver the smaller beast, with his limp and shorter stature, of course this two meant little since looks were often deceiving right?

and third by experience, which is the bitterest.