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Traveling Soul
« Thread started on: Sep 17th, 2007, 02:26am » |
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It was cooler that day in the Everglades than it was usually. The breeze whispered through the trees, causing a light roar as the golden-red leaves drifted to the ground, covering the forest floor. The closeness of the air suggested there was a storm brewing, but the threat would hold ... for no rain came. Forest life was at home in this never changing place, in this still quiet dream. The nightmare that clouded above seemed to not dare touch the golden bliss below, for to break the spell would be tragic.
A soft snort was heard by only the silent trees, as they too seemed the only ones witnessed to the painted mare that paced lazily through the bracken. The bay of her coat would have blended perfectly, concealing her easily to the wood, if not for a quartet of white stockings stealing up her stocky legs, matching the white marks that splashed her shoulders. A white blaze brazened boldly down her visage, framed by black eyes that shifted beneath an ebon vale.
She obviously served no place nor part in this lovely world, for her very footfalls seemed to damage the lovely leaved carpet beneath her pale hooves. Too, she obviously cared little, ignorant to the seeming outcry of the forest around her. And as she stole down a dried bank, then scrambled up it's apposing side, the spell seemed oddly broken, and it began to rain.
Birds darted to curse either sky, or mare, as they flew to their nests and holes to take cover. The overhang of trees accumulated little, and soon the mare was drenched. Steam lifted from her top line, her breath fogging the air eerily as it grew very quiet, and very still. The mare simply snorted again, and continued on her way as if nothing strange was happening at all. In a dazed spell herself, even the rain did not concern her only the rhythm of her footfalls was the constant in her mind.
Down another incline and the mare halted at the small creek that ran a rigid line downhill to the valley below. Her head dropped, harks pricked as her velvets touched the water, quenching her thirst. A crack of a branch and her head snapped up, water dripping from her maw as she remained frozen.
Listening ... listening.
Moments later, she returned to snuffle about the meager stream and, after shedding some rain with the shake of her pelt, she trudged through the water to the other side where she continued her travels as if she were the only equine in the world. As far as Rahe was concerned ... she was, and that was that. Harks flickered as she recalled past times, and her orbs glimmered as she tossed her head, sending her rubbed and torn mane flipping to either side of her crest.
All in all, she was rather plain, and all in all she was rather boring. It was what she had accepted, and as a result remained unclaimed. Her crescents flared and her tail flicked across her belly to ward off invisible insects. She would ever remain a traveling soul, for she needed no one, and no one she was quite sure, needed her.
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Re: Traveling Soul
« Reply #1 on: Sep 19th, 2007, 5:15pm » |
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Sakiia: Like a Kick in the Head
It had been some time since the rain started, heavy droplets toppling from leaf to leaf on their way down. The forest seemed alive, the sounds of dancing leaves and twisting winds rushed around the undergrowth, seemingly from everywhere at once. From their secret hides, the cries of birds came, eerie in their apparent disembodiment.
Loudly, and with little grace a large form crashed through the drenched forest, the twigs and small branches unfortunate enough to get in the way littering the ground in its wake. To some small creature, it might have seemed a force of nature had been past, so unnatural the blatant trail seemed. But in truth, the owner of half-moon tracks left in the mud was quite mortal, simply being in the grip of a most irritable mood.
“AGH, dammit… that hurt.”
The silver-pelted stallion painfully tugged his dark mane free of a wicked bramble, blinking furiously to rid his hazel eyes of rainwater. Sakiia’s decision to come through ‘the nice shady-looking forest’ was one he’d begun to regret. Annoyed and hopelessly lost, –not that he knew where he was going in the first place- he finally settled for trudging along a stream; at least he wouldn’t be going in circles.
Once counting his steps lost its appeal, Sakiia turned his minds eye inward, content to let his strong legs carry him forward. It had been a moon since he’d held another’s company, but he didn’t much care for others anyways. What was his was his, and everything else could take care of their bloody selves. This, he mused, is probably why he was in these ‘torn’ lands. Immortals and their constant warring was a pain, one which he really couldn’t be troubled to partake in. And thus he was here, owing allegiance to none but himself.
Who knows if one of the Immortals had heard his thoughts and decided to repay the favor, or it was just bad luck as usual that sent an unsuspecting Sakiia slipping down a sudden twisting dip in the stream, but fall he did. With a yell he landed heavily against something considerably… fuzzier then he was expecting to find. His mind screamed that it might be some kind of predator, and after a dazed moment he scrambled to his feet, eyes wild. But no snarling puma awaited him, just a wet, and probably muddy thanks to him, mare. His brain faulted.
“Um… hi?”
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Re: Traveling Soul
« Reply #2 on: Sep 19th, 2007, 7:22pm » |
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Times past were always an absorbing train of thought, and as her little hooves picked her way through the bracken and fallen trees, her sharp ears picked up rustling from deep in the wood. The wind swallowed the sound easily, and as a result, she was utterly unconcerned, as little could she imagine would be hunting in this foul weather.
The soft soil soon churned to mud, making the going slippery and none too safe. Her crest bowed, her steps cautious as she took care over a gathering of rocks and pebbles. Her concentration was all but culled, as before she could leap from the way, down leapt upon her a monster bound to eat her.
Her legs all but collapsed to drop low, and spring from the way. Her body trembled as her eyes whitened, her harks pricking as she half danced, was half thrown several feet away. There, she backed up into a growing puddle, snorting, as her flight reflexes took hold, and just as she was about to run the fact that a horse had just slammed into her instead of a monster ... clicked.
She blew through her crescents, snorting as her head tossed, her nerves shot. Pillars shifted as she danced about causing the mucky water to splash beneath pale hooves. Her tail helicoptered, unsure of the meaning of all this .... and then ... he spoke. Her harks flickered as her tension relaxed, and she licked her lips, grinding her mouth as she calmed.
Rahe was a plain looking mare, her bay coat now covered in mud, white peaked out from mud-caked legs. Slush splattered across her blazed face, and her white withers were more of a muddled brown. Black mane unkempt and wild made her crazed look all the worse.
The rain slowly broke up the mud, causing an even worse covering of dirt to roll off her pelt, and for a while the panicked mare simply stood there. Then, she dropped her head to stretch her neck, and tossed it once more before raising it high, her ebon gaze matching his own.
"Hi. Fall much?" She said, her tone serious and unpredictable. Her tail flashed, sending half mud, half rain water splashing across the puddle she stood in, ankle deep. She was not angry, nor was she happy. It was simply all she could think of.
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Re: Traveling Soul
« Reply #3 on: Sep 19th, 2007, 10:39pm » |
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Sakiia: Like a Kick in the Head
For an absurd amount of time Sakiia and the fae stared at each other, and he was starting to feel quite awkward when she finally offered some words in return to his own. Instead of answering right away, he took in her image, obscured though it was by dirt and the like. She was strongly built, smaller than himself, but by no means short. He wasn’t exactly sure of her coloring, but then his own moonlight pelt was currently… brown? Huh. With a powerful snort he clears his nostrils of grime, and responds to her question with a touch of ire.
"Oh yes, all the time."
Sure, the Sakiia was being rude. But these weren’t under the best circumstances by any means. Snapping his sodden banner he settled for glaring through narrowed eyes, looking as angry and menacing as he could in the situation. This action was soon discarded with a sigh, however, when he realized it would get him nowhere. Not quite losing the glare, he attempted to be civil in his speech.
“Right… my name’s Sakiia. Do you have any idea where in hell this is?”
Sakiia really didn’t know what to think of the mare yet, and regarded her warily, nostrils flared. Hopefully, she could answer the question and he could get out of here. Freaking maze of a forest. At least the rain had washed some of the dirt off his back, revealing the soft silver fur there. Soon most of the grime would be gone.
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Re: Traveling Soul
« Reply #4 on: Sep 19th, 2007, 11:30pm » |
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Rahe watched this stallion for several moments after his sarcastic reply. Her orbs narrowed and she blew through her crescents sharply as she glared at him. Not even an apology! And he acted as if it were her fault! Her harks flickered, aching to pin back as she might squeal and kick him, then take off and laugh. She reguarded him once more, his posture, his hansom features, his pelt that might have been brown, grey, or even pink.
He was obviously a moron.
No wonder she held no wish to be in other's company. They were always rude and never kind. Pity. Her lips twitched in want to peel and snap at him, and she threw out a dagger sharply, splashing the water to soak her even more. The splash sufficiently washed her pelt clear for the most part, showing her blazoned white blaze, white legs and white withers clean. Her crest was thick, her body shaped oddly but not distastefully. A low characteristic of a drafty quality touched her features, giving her character spice in anything that might have been beauty.
"I'm Rahe," she said with bite. Then her head turned, and she took a step forward to look about. "Well I couldn't be sure, but I might dare to think we're in a forest ..." her black eyes glinted in sarcasm, as water droplets dripped from her visage. If he was to be rude and jester about, she could match it easily.
Usually Rahe was rather quiet, keeping her comments to herself, and staying solitary. Normally she might have spoken the name of the wood, excused herself, then wandered away. But there was something about this stallion that stomped her patience, and a part of her could not resist letting the more flagrant Rahe out for a long awaited romp. And if this 'Suckee" stud was going to unlock the door, she was more than willing to burst through the way bucking and screaming.
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Re: Traveling Soul
« Reply #5 on: Sep 22nd, 2007, 9:31pm » |
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Sakiia: Like a Kick in the Head
Sakiia stared in disbelief at the pert female, distantly feeling the beginnings of temper burning through his veins. He did not traipse through the wilderness just to run into some proud mare! And from her smartass answer, he was sure Rahe knew exactly where they were. It ground on his nerves. As a result when Sakiia spoke his tone was scathing, hazel eyes narrowed in distaste as they looked upon the vixen.
”I’m so glad you noticed, but as it were I was hoping for a slightly more intelligent answer.”
As the water cleared the filth, his mind registered her coloring; Sakiia might have thought Rahe pretty were he not currently holding her in such contempt. But he was in no mood to entertain such thoughts, for there still remained the problem of getting out of here. It was becoming evident that Sakiia could not leave until there was a destination to be found, and that information would need to be gotten from the angry and insulted mare before him. It was going to be a pain.
With a stomp of one light-hued hoof the stag tossed his crown angrily, wet strands of ashen mane whipping through the air. Sakiia’s silver fur was now visible, cleared by the rain, though darker in its wet state than its normal moonlight hue. Features that might be handsome were seemingly set in a permanent scowl, eyes containing a hint of wild malice. But if one came to know him, they would find abhorrence to easy killing that the Demon’s followers possessed in spades. For the taste of blood brought forth a deep primal excitement in Sakiia, and like nothing else, it terrified him.
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Re: Traveling Soul
« Reply #6 on: Oct 2nd, 2007, 3:15pm » |
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The mare's harks flickered in annoyance, expecting nothing less from the premature stallion than this very comment. Despite herself, she allowed her eyes to widen in dramatic surprise, her harks perked, and she started. A lip flapped up as she whinnied a musical, and, condescending laugh, throwing it almost as a weapon in his direction. She was obviously unscathed, and unphased.
After several moments, the edge in her voice suggested tolerance for such a pathetic quip, and her eyes danced, no ... blazed in the challenge. "Oh pardon me, I assumed any more information might bust your little brain. For walking and thinking seem to be too much for you, I thought I might make it simple. Alas, I was wrong," she was up to something, and it was not hard to tell she was full of venom, and fake pleasantries.
"We are in the forest, in Torn territory, in the lands of Element of Desire," she claimed smoothly. She had told him exactly where he was, without telling him where he was. She knew exactly where she was, and where she was going, and if the brute was going to be rude, she saw no more reason to occupy her time. Though she was bemused my his antics.
Rahe moved passed him smoothly, not barely touching shoulder to prove his insignificance to her, and she flicked her tail as she easily hauled her frame up the ravine he had fallen from. Her powerful hind end engineered her up the scree without effort, before she was standing atop it, crescents hardly flaring. She smiled crookedly, "Good morrow," she said mockingly and turned to walk away.
She was cruel, and knew he had no choice but to follow. If he did, and if he apologized, she would be more than happy to tell him where he was. Gladly. If he didn't, then he could spend his moronic days wandering around the glade. Everyone knew the forest held you if you let it, and it could be months before he could escape. Rahe blew through her crescents, expecting him to simply curse her and wander away.
His problem.
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« Reply #7 on: Oct 4th, 2007, 11:43am » |
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Sakiia: Like a Kick in the Head
He felt a headache coming on. Perfect, just freaking perfect. Rahe’s words were, again, useless. Sakiia’s mouth opened in a silent snarl as she flounced past, having found himself quite beyond words. For a second he considered just letting her go, and continuing by himself, but his innate pride won out. She had insulted his intelligence -which was exceptional, thank you- and no doubt her blasted mind had thought of plenty more equally unjustified insults.
With a snort, Sakiia bounded up the incline, following Rahe’s hoofprints. He had absolutely no intention of apologizing, she’d just laugh at him again and bound away. Infuriating female. Setting a tireless pace, he stalked along directly behind her, out of her physical, though not mental sight. An unnerving grin flickered over his face, let’s see how well she enjoyed knowing he was right behind her. Sakiia’s footfalls were now quiet and smooth, a drastic change from only minutes earlier.
Sakiia resolved to keep this up until she either led him out of the forest, or told him how to, which was unlikely. Not that he’d trust her directions at this point anyways…. While he followed, the stag devoted a minute to analyzing the spitfire mare, maybe something useful would come of it. Rahe was obviously proud, bold, and stubborn, and from her sharp tounge probably at least as smart as himself. No wonder they mixed like oil and fire. Either way, the next move was up to her.
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« Reply #8 on: Oct 5th, 2007, 3:19pm » |
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When Rahe's instincts told of another following her trail, she was surprised, but unafraid. She knew instantly it was the stallion, and pictured him one two ways: Eyes furious, pace intense. Or quiet and careful ... watchful, resentful. Oddly, she could not picture him head down, nose dragging, no. It was not his style.
As her mind wandered, she felt almost a pang of guilt from her sharp words that had harassed him, but the feeling passed quickly. He was the one, who had started the battle of wits, who set her spirit and tongue afire. Her mind pondered as her footfalls automatically picked up the pace ... her long, stocky legs extended to a fast paced walk without even realizing it. Her mind reeled at a single question.
Why did he effect her so?
Rahe usually was very well mannered, almost asleep around the general populous of equines. But in the dreamlike state of her mind, he had quite literally shook her awake. Her awareness had tripled to a high state, and, reflecting on his stance, his breathing patterns ... he had been quite unaturally tense. But why?
Looking back he had been edgy , almost unhealthfully so, and had a wild look, almost dangerous about him. More than mere stallion ego. It was almost .... predatory. Her withers shook and she realized suddenly that she was going somewhere. That she in fact had a destination, which until before she met the stallion she had not a care in the world where her daggers took her.
She was taking him somewhere, and although her pace had quickened to almost breaking into a trot, her overstep more than a foot - she hoped he'd follow. The surprise stopped her dead, and she blew through her crescents before tossing her head and taking up the pace even more eagerly than she had before.
There was something about that stallion, something that, if she had been paying attention, and had her temper under control, she would have noticed. Something that only one other had, that she had met, and her unconscious and sometimes more intelligent self had felt that ripple.
Sakiia, had kismet's touch.
Rahe now turned Southeast, almost in panic ... the fear she knew she would be leaving on the path. Not fear for the stallion ... but fear, from herself.
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« Reply #9 on: Oct 7th, 2007, 8:53pm » |
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A soft snort passed through the silver stallions nostrils, hazel-gold eyes fixed upon the vixen ahead of him. He was pleased despite himself, her gait had hitched, and they were moving at a pace just below a trot. Sakiia had thought Rahe would have spun and snapped by now, and he mentally applauded her determination.
After a minute more of this chase, Sakiia began to wonder what had Rahe so uptight. Sure, having a stranger stalking you was unsettling, but he certainly didn’t perceive himself as scary. A quick search with his sharp eyes confirmed that they were alone, and his mind went in overdrive. The fae seemed to be moving with purpose, with intent. It was markedly different then her prior resolve to apparently just move forward and away from himself.
All his life Sakiia had possessed the ability to unnerve others without doing anything, deer and squirrels fled on sight whereas they let other equines walk right past. Not to mention those who hung around to long had a nasty habit of turning up dead, ripped to pieces. He shivered at the memory, and drove it from his mind. The stag had other, more pressing issues, like why exactly he enjoyed bothering Rahe so much. Sure, he was a jerk, and quite possibly a touch sadistic. But for whatever reason, he enjoyed chasing her. And for the life of him, he couldn’t place why.
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« Reply #10 on: Oct 7th, 2007, 10:25pm » |
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While her destination seemed known, it was most speratic. Often she would make a circle, pause and then immediately take a different root. She skiddered up and down hills, and through meadows, sliding down a bank so steep it challenged even the most sure footed horses not to pitch head forward into the ravine, and - at the last moment leap across a gaping cavern to the other side.
It was not an easy place to get to, but she was determined that she would get there, if it killed her. It was a place of silence, of knowing, and she was going to take him there.
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Several hours passed, and her pace remained the same, almost desperate. Rahe's flanks steamed, her crescents flaring rhythmically as she labored through brush and bracken. One might have thought she was running away from him, accept that without realizing it, she had begun to snatch glances at the stallion. She would pause and wait when it was his turn to traverse an incline or difficult path. Though as soon as he might look at her, she was off once more. If he had not caught on that she was leading him somewhere by now, he needed a kick in the head.
Her mind reeled at top speeds. Why was she taking him there? What was this inner ripple that grazed her sanity and made her suddenly want to scream? It was not fear of the stallion himself, it was .... his .... she couldn't put her hoof on it. What was it that worked her instincts into a frenzy so easily? He had worked out a side of her in only a few moments that in regular cases would have taken hours, even days to touch her.
And then suddenly, there was an incline in the general landscape. The mountain's base was so thick with trees they served almost as footholds. Her muscles began to scream as she lept from one nitch to the next, moving quickly and skillfully .... she had been here before. It was hard work, and soon her pelt shimmered in sweat ... but when the trees diminished only a ledge remained, and she scrambled over it, almost falling over the edge.
Atop the mountain, she stopped, her crescents flaring furiously, sweat poured from her poll, and her head dropped to relax for a moment. The wind picked up then in perfect time. Her crown rose, harks perked to see if the stallion had made it, her almost worried gaze watching the ledge she had almost been lost over, and waited.
It was possible, he had decided not to follow her. The trip was dangerous even for those who had climbed it before, but she had to be here, had to take him here. There was no choice, it was kismet's touch, and the eye of destiny that few could see, was a gravitational pull that those who knew it could not ignore.
Fate.
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« Reply #11 on: Oct 7th, 2007, 11:23pm » |
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The mare was mad… completely mad. She’d led him through gullies, in circles, through forests that were unnecessarily precarious, and now, up a mountain?! Sakiia’s eye twitched dangerously as her path took a steep upward slope, a daunting challenge to even the fittest horse. His patience was officially tried.
For a good while the silver stag’s muscles carries him swiftly upward, regardless of his sweat-soaked chest and shoulders. But as the mare clambered stubbornly onward, his body burned. What in hell was she pulling? Sakiia thought she was going to lead him out, not bring him to a freaking mountain. In spite of himself, he admired her endurance, though not so much her path-choosing skills. He had the distinct feeling that if she just continued over the top and down, he might crack.
At last he reaches the fall line, seeing the end of Rahe’s tail snap over a ledge. Of course there was a ledge. Gathering himself, Sakiia charged it, forcing tired hindquarters to launch him up and over the stone eaves. With a great clattering of hooves the stag came to a halt, disturbingly close to Rahe, reminding him uncannily of their first encounter. Tactfully sidestepping away, he breathed deep, calming his heartbeat. Leveling a half-hearted glare on the mare –he was tired, dammit- Sakiia spoke in a rough growl, pausing to draw breath.
“And… what exactly…. Did this accomplish?”
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« Reply #12 on: Oct 8th, 2007, 4:43pm » |
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At the exact moment Rahe realized he was following her, even up the steep mountain, she blew through her crescents with relief. When he had successfully lept over the ledge he almost collided with her face to face. The close proximity made a charge jolt through her as lightning, and she held very still. She held her breath, afraid to move until he finally sidestepped, releasing her lungs.
When he spoke, his words held little meaning. Her mind was elsewhere, and all she could possibly manage was that she was desperate to quench her thirst and find out what had posessed her so. To figure out what this was all about. What would this accomplish? Tranquil eyes took him in, and she turned from Sakiia to a pond several yards away.
Rahe reached the edge of the fresh, cold water, and waded in as her nose dropped past the nostrils to drink in the impossibly clear water. Her body shifted several strides away, turning to face Sakiia as her stomach filled with the refreshing liquid. Her mouth and throat were greatful, and her twitching pelt soothed into relaxing. The pond was not deep, the water barely grazed her underbelly.
The day had drifted into nightime without either equine realizing it. It was dark, and oddly silent. Only the wind's constant shift gave any sound or feeling to the high mountain. Not far away snow drifted atop the peaks, frosting the tops with beautiful white ice. The stars gazed down, the night brilliant, and clear, the moon only a hair's breadth till it was full. It's light shone down, washing everything in a soft, white light that made the earth seem in a dreamed state.
In the pond, Rahe's white blaze and withers shone brilliantly, her relfection in the water clear and unmoving as her eyes shifted to watch Sakiia. She was suprisingly different when she wasnt covered in mudd. The curves of her visage, nape and back were more feminine and attractive when she was unmoving. Her long, stocky legs were swallowed by a mirror, that only doubled the painted vision.
It was the most peaceful place Rahe had ever been, it was a special place that was more than difficult to get to. If one did not take the exact route, it was easy to get lost ... but the end was worth it. Never had a place been quiet as serene, perfect for Seeing.
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« Reply #13 on: Oct 8th, 2007, 7:46pm » |
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Sakiia blinked in confusion when Rahe didn’t respond, instead choosing to turn and meander toward a small pond. He snorted his appreciation of this find, his voice had been rough and painful, and likely she didn’t wish to speak until she’d drunk. Or the painted vixen was just trying to annoy him more; though where she might have found the energy to be angry, he had to wonder.
With a sigh the stallion started after Rahe, pausing to discreetly admire her now clean self. The browns upon Rahe’s body seemed black, the splashes of white brilliant under the moon. Only his inner aversion to Rahe prevented Sakiia from perceiving her as pretty, even beautiful. His own fur shone a smooth silver, giving purpose to the meaning of his name; moonkissed. Standing in the pale light, the gold accents in his eyes seemed to take precedence, glittering brightly even when his face fell in shadow.
Relief washed over Sakiia as he stepped into the extraordinarily clear water, the coolness soothing the muscles of his legs. The bottom was lined with stone, and thus his hooves upset no mud. He stopped a good four paces from Rahe, lowering an ashen muzzle to drink at the water. Once his thirst was quenched the silver stag remained standing stone still, head raised to gaze lazily at the celestial orb, which from his angle hung a foxes length above Rahe’s ears. It wasn’t an intense look, rather a softer expression then the any the fae had seen from him earlier, he appeared quite serene. But in truth, he was agitated. Tomorrow night the moon’s eye would be fully open, and something terrible, something he could not explain might befall Rahe if he was still near her.
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When the stallion met her gaze, an emotion unknown and alien to her rippled through her body and mind. The guilded halos glowed in the night as no equine's should, and it locked her attention, and stimulated her flight reflex. At that moment, a gear shifted within her, winding and spinning .... tightening until she thought she could not stand it. Suddenly, her world was lost in a thick fog that spread from her to cover everything in sight.
In the fog she could not move, could not breath ... could not think. The water beneath her was all she could see besides the ghost-like billows that kept her from seeing anything that might have been real. Was this real? She couldn't tell. And then, she was not alone ... a presence that she could feel in her very soul seemed to settle within her smoothly, almost as if slipping into a skin.
"The packs of the moon sing through the one who wanders. A life unknown shadows you, hiding deep within yourself," sHe said. Within the fog, Rahe could hear the voice in her mind.
Outside the fog of her mind, the night was clear, peaceful as Sakiia had quenched his thirst. Rahe's eyes had fogged over, her gaze ghostly white as sHe spoke. A voice not her own heavily covered the words that fell from her velvets in haunting tones, "The beast feeds to survive when he must, but to let him rule you is to starve yourself and put those you love in danger. Keep your keys close ... for the door that continues to pass you will not come again, and then you will be lost to the runnings of the night."
And then, sHe was gone. Rahe felt him slip from her as easily as he had come, leaving her almost crazed with panic.
She remained lost the fog, unsure of where to go or how. Where was she? Her legs were locked in place, her body unable to move. The water rippled beneath her, for her whole frame tremmored in fear and stress. What was going on!? Her crescents flared, her eyes wide in the white fog that stayed in her mind's eye ... blinding her.
Outside of her world, the wind shifted slightly. The mare's now gray eyes locked with Sakiia's golden hues, and without realizing it ... a strange sound had begun in her throat. Almost a scream, struggling to reach the surface of the statue that was Rahe.
Trapped.
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"Ride with absolute control, live with reckless abandon." -unknown
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