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Post by dagurl on Jul 12, 2006 20:38:24 GMT -5
The red hued stag galloped across the loose grained beach.
He stretched his nape and tossed his mane.
His banner raised as he flew.
The holes of his nose flared, showing a slight red.
He had been running a while, for sheer exitement.
The blue orbs of his eyes were wide, taking in his new surroundings.
Auds pricked, he heard the waves collapse against the butterscotch beach. [/tt][/color] |
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Post by serrenity on Jul 12, 2006 21:47:55 GMT -5
The butterscotch hued mare moved slowly down the strip of beach, pausing to look at the waves as they came in. Occasionally the water would get close to her grey hooves but she had not recently felt it.
Nor did she really care for the salt water, maybe if it had been a fresh water beach then she would have gone in it. But it wasn't so there was no need for her what ifs or 'if it had been'. The occasional big wave would spray the mare in the eyes, and paper things causing her to stop yet again and try to regain her breath. The tide had to be coming in for the swells were getting larger and more times then not she felt the burning sensation in her eyes, and the inability to breath in her paper thins.
Unfaithful moved farther away from the spray and began to walk along the edge of the beach. Drawing big breaths, just in case shew as to get some salt water up her nose.. then she wouldn't feel like she couldn't breath. Suddenly a small foal appeared, it was in the water- drowning or so it seemed.
Unfaithful knew the foal very well, it was Janine. Her own filly. She tried to shake the memories, and her inability to save her filly as she drown in the waves at a beach very much like this one. She had not been able to save Janine because she had never existed, but to Unfaithful it had seemed very real and she had felt like the filly really was hers.. when really she was nothing more then another hallucination to keep her mind off of how lonely she was.
Unfaithful was a tad bit crazy, and at times she would see things but it had all happened since she was a foal. She did not know that other horses did not see things, so to her it was everyones's normal. Unfaithful begain, wildly, running trying to get away from the drowning image of a dark chesnut foal..
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Post by dagurl on Jul 13, 2006 13:22:44 GMT -5
The stag's pearled coloured hooves lightly touched the fair beach.
His nostrils took in the smells of the beach, and even the faint smell of a mare.
He listened intently as the waves broke and crashed.
The surf was growing more intense.
A memoir of his young days came.
He again was upon the beach, running behind the black brute.
The brute 'twas his father.
Many mares and foals ran behind them, yet it seemed he was only racing his father.
'Twas a young foal was this stag then, his pa many winters older.
Yet, with the difference, the colt seemed easily kept up with the other.
A sense of ecstacy rushed up his spine as he continued to throw his nape and run. [/tt][/center] |
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Post by serrenity on Jul 13, 2006 14:00:32 GMT -5
She stopped and jerked back as soon as she saw the stallion, her tangled cream mane flying wildly around her face. Though only he too was running but Unfaithful was ahead of him and had some time to wait, before the stallion came she gave a rear and quiet a snort. As the waves only grew higher and attempted to suck the mare under, though she wouldn't die so easily.
The image of the foal was gone, she had been distracted by this red roan stallion who was currently running like he had nothing better to do. Unfaithful kept her eye on him. "What are you doing?" words came out quietly. Auds flicking at the rushing of the water, she had not been able to brush that off so easily. Banner was whipped about by the breeze, the matted hairs for once looked remotly straight.
It wasn't like she cared though she could look any way she wanted, nor did Unfaithful give a rat on how the world saw her or what they thought of her. Mind was once again allowed to wander and she thought of her old life. She had been a happy fun loving carefree mare, and something had gone very wrong when she had taken a fall as a foal- well actually a blow from her brother.. and then she started seeing things. Things that were not excactly three.
The stallion looked real enough to her and his pelt was a pretty strawberry red she would not easily forget. Her dark brown eyes scanned him from top to bottom and then finally rested on his own.
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Post by dagurl on Jul 13, 2006 16:47:25 GMT -5
The stag's hooves sunk in the sand as high tide arrose.(sp)
He threw a little buck and ran.
His banner was hung upon the wind he was creating.
Such joy shan't be felt by only one he thought.
He had yet to see another equine.
His mane hit his neck, flies became wary of him.
His poll rose and dropped with every stride of his pillars.
A faint sight off upon the distance caused him to hesitate.
The stride faltered slightly, his head arising, banner falling.
He saw no reason to fret so he continued. [/tt][/color] |
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