Magic marks the best

[ponymad]

x|x Summers Magic x|x
[Magic marks the best...]

Her mother was lying on the brown, rotting grass, covered in sweat. Froth covered her, lips, blood dripped from her nostrials. The once beautiful mare, was now skin and bones, for she had been skinned of all her triumph and glory...

Eyelids flickered, audits twitched, suddenly there was a croak from the tree above her. Awaking with a start, Magic clambered to her hoovens. Her palomino bod darkened with sweat, she glanced up into the tree. All it was, was a stupid old crow. She turned away from it, sighing, she realised what she had seen..

She had had a flash back, one from her childhood. It was her first look at her mother, and it had resulted in her death. Shuddering, she took a look at her surrondings. Just a plain on dull cliff, shuffeling to the edge, she looked down to the bottem. It looked ok, not as scary as other horses thought. Turning back to the platea, she nibbled on some rotting grass. Blargh, that tasted bad, spitting it out, she drank some of the ice cold water beside her. Snorting, she flicked her cream banner round her back legs. It created a fountian aroundd her, mixing in with her golden pelt.

[It leaves a smiley face]

[nutsy]

Elderado

|x|Dream On|x|

The light cremello stag wandered in across the sanddy cliff, the relaxing melody of the waves lapping the shore calming his nerves. He thought he would be safe here, away from his terrible father, Crave. His occs fell upon the femmora and he opened his kissers gently in a welcoming nicker.

He trotted up to her and lowered his dial to hers. He breathed out deeply in a signal of sereneness (word?). He opened his maw again to talk to her, his voice soothing.

|'Lo fae, I be Elderado| he spoke softly, his orbs kind and soft.

|x|As long as they aren't nightmares|x|

[nini]

Something was different today. Lately, this stallion had been infinitely placid, mellow, uninterested in mares, foals, and basically any other equine except when he ventured into a territory to inquire about the herds. Something about seeing a stallion polite, but obviously -all stallion- and ready to fight with no mention made Deviant feel so very... Old and wore down.
After a few nights rest, his legs were not sore, his spirit was coming back with the knowledge of herds, mares, and the like. He felt like a four year old today.

The seventeen two stallion galloped easily over part of the Ocean Cliff, his ears pricked, nostrils flared, honey-hued eyes alert. His heart thundered inside of his deep chest as his long legs flew over the ground, following the scent of a mare. Spotting the mare, and then another stallion, his pace slowed to a trot, his long tail whipping his flanks as he eventually came upon them and stood tall.

He flung his head into the air, sinking back and then rearing up half-way into the sky, his forelegs tucked close to his bod. In the manner of a stallion fresh out of the herd and trying to win over a mare, he landed with a thud and arched his neck, snorting loudly and pawing the air and ground with high lifts and heavy falls. He whinnied loudly, eyes bright, and he gave a small buck to release some of his energy.

"Forgive me for my energy, fair lady. I've never before seen a lady with such hue's as yourself. I would like to inquire your name, if you would feel comfortable telling me."

His voice was thick, low, and gentle. A rumbling purr of sorts. He shifted on his hooves, merely using some of his energy that built quite suddenly.