[ a star is born ]

[Kate]

To see a world in a grain of sand
And Heaven in a Wildflower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

A lone golden hued mare stood cradled in a quiet green valley. Far off, her ears picked up the gentle trickling sound of a creek and the soft whistle of birdsong. It was almost winter, and it seemed that the protections of the surrounding mountains had made the valley unchangeable and timeless. However as it got colder, the view from where she stood would change. It would be just as peaceful, she thought, but it would be coated in a chilly blanket of ivory snow. Birds would flee to warmer climates, and the quiet laughter of winding creeks would be silenced, only resurfacing for the advent of warmer weather and springtime. Springtime. It was a time of renewal, rebirth, and sunshine. She didn't much like springtime. Every year mares scampered off to the breeding field with their chosen stallion and came back laden with a little stranger. She wondered if they knew that perhaps they were the ones chosen and not the other way around? Oh well, it didn't matter to her anyway.

A soft breeze picked up and her long tassels hovered away from her hind legs, dancing silently behind her. The mare's pale locks jumped away from her visage, curling around her audits. The whisper died off, leaving her hair looking lank and slightly damp. Her paper thin nostrils flared, and she could smell the storm that was coming. Yes, it would be winter before long, and when it came, she would be here, in the Rocky Mountains. She had decided to make this land her home, not only to spite the stallion, but because it called to her. Besides, she could tell that he respected her guts, what more did she need? For that wsa all she really wanted; respect. She didn't ask for love, for affection, or anything more than a place to stay. She could handle fear, but respect was better. Fear made others do stupid things, and if fear became anger, bad things would follow. A quiet sigh slipped from her lips as her ocher eyes studied and restudied the landscape. A quiet whisper slipped from her mouth.

"And why unbloomss the best hopes ever sown?"

Kill not the moth nor butterfly
For the last judgement draweth high.

[ Excerpts from Auguries of Innocence by William Blake. ]

[Denali]

.:. Peace cannot become within one whom does not understand his own nature .:.

As of yet, there were no disturbances within the lush green pasture of the valley. The birds sang and all was at it's uppermost level of peace. alas, but what was tis, a scar, a fragment of obtrusive intruder that dared to attempt, feeble though it might have been, to not catch one's eye. His blanched but splashed coat gleamed in the sunlight. He was used to the rocky terrain, as he had lived here the past year. Never before had he come across another equine here, except Montella, who had traveled with him even at their young age.

The colt was gangly, and he was obviously young. Even younger than most would be to wander on their own. He was bored, and looked rather ridiculous as he was zig zagging down the side of the nestled little valley. Hardly a thought of another equine dwelling in ''his' domain occurred to him. Within the little brute's mind, this was his home, to which only he and his mare Montella abided in. But of course, it really wasn't as he was not yet even close to being considered a stallion, seeing as they are hardly over two years.

The colt made his way down to the center of the valley, and paused next to a stream that trickled into the center and there he drank deeply. completely unaware that another equine even existed that was in the mountains - let alone in the same valley.

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((sorry, crappy post...different char, but I've nothing to do with him a la momento..so..may as well keep every one happy. XD ))

[Kate]

Calmly, she picked her way down into the small valley, unaware of the colt's presence in it. She didn't bother to try and remain silent, and she didn't much care. The ground beneath her feet slowly levelled out and she stopped for a moment, viewing the life up close. Her ocher gaze studied everything in front of her, committing it all to memory. The cream colored tassels adorning her rump swishing lightly to and fro as she began to move forward again.Muttering quietly to herself, she pushed through the branches and brambles as they clung to her, trying to hold her back like gnarled hands grasping for the life that is slipping out of their fingers. She blinked slowly as a small creek came into view. She flared her nostrils stopping quickly. The scent of another equine coiled around her paper thin nares, flooding her senses with its thick perfume. It was a male, though it was definitely a young one. She minced towards the cool, rushing waters, warily dipped her muzzle down to it and drinking deeply.

She glanced to the right as she raised her head and saw movement between a screen of bushes. Apparently she had not been discovered. Calmly, she moved towards the natural barrier and eyes the youngster. He was long legged and gangly, much younger than she first though. But since when had age dictated mental capactity? Okay, so maybe it was a lot, but still. She pushed herself all the way through the branches of the bush, and snorted softly before opened her mouth to speak. " Who are you?"

Ugh, I'm so sorry this took so long for me to reply to. Proboards has been weird for me lately...and my muse ran away with a french fry. Oh yeah, I'm also sorry that it sucks x982394374.

[Kate]

Bump.

[Denali]

((lol, dun worry about it..sorry I've taken so long to reply = - ( I've been uberly stressed lately, and busy to top it off. so yeah, I'll get it in within the next day or two. ))

[Kate]

[ No worries. ]

[Denali]

[One must become expectant to the unexpected, elsewise, the unexpected will become more unexpected that one might expect]

The water, cool, yet deeply satisfying ran rampid down his throat, into his belly. From where his body sucked up it's life-giving nutrients that was so..satisfactory. His valley was pleasant, and He loved how he ruled o're the mountains. The colt. The leader of his herd..well. okay so it only consisted of him and Montella, but well, he didn't have to tell anyone that. Sure, he was only two, and still have three rotations to go before any stallion would ever begin to take him as a serious threat..but well, he could pretend, right? He was fantasizing about being THE lead of the mountains someday when the fae's vocals snapped him out of his retrivior. With a jerk he sprang backwards, over dramatizing the scare that she had given him. Okay, okay, well you would think that he would be used to it by now, considering Montella pulled this off on him all the time... Speaking of Montelly..where is Montella? He thought she would be here by now. she always came back. hrm. well time to worry about her later. He was befrazzled by this elder fae that stood before him now.

"Umm...sorry? uhh..."he thought fast for a recolection of something that at least sounded somewhat intelligent " Come again?"

[Kate]

She bit back a second snort, this one of derision. Oh yes, he was very young indeed. Calmly, Astraia eyed him, drawing out a silence between them that could perhaps be potentially uncomfortable for him. Then she spoke again. "Who are you?" She was very relaxed, though it seemed he wasn't. Yes, he looked a bit tense, maybe it was more the shock of her popping out of the trees that had scared him, or maybe he was just nervous for some reason or another. A small smirk flickered to life like a small flame kindled upon her lips. It amused her sometimes to see other perturbed by her presence. A perverted amusement, perhaps, but an amusement nonetheless. Astraia had precious little to amuse her these days. What with the endless travels and irritable stallions--not naming names--she had felt very world weary and annoyed with everything. It was nice to have something to smile about.

Now, who was this colt anyway? He had probably been living here for a while, but she still wished to know. Of course, it technically wasn't her right to question others on the land, or was it? The lead stallion ahd seem annoying impressed with her guts to talk to him the way, she did, perhaps she had been given authority without even knowing. That would be convenient.

[Denali]

[daring are those who decide to step off the ledge and risk all that is them and others for but someone else.]

Sinew, though the blood within it still cursing with his adrenaline rush, relaxed as he began to register that this mare meant nothing but conversation. Well, there was no place for him to be, after all, he was only a colt. He eyed her curiously, wondering why she was demanding to know things.
"I'm Ryshane, who're you"
From the last conversation he'd had with a mare - a mature and older mare - well, it hadn't been such a great experience for him. so he decided to play young and innocent, even though he was young enough, he wasn't that young. Just a yearling. that happened to belong to a herd of only one other, of whom he had no idea where she was. Curious.

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[Kate]

A playful breeze ruffled her cream-colored forelock, pushing it away from her golden face and ocher eyes. It danced through the clearly, whispering through the branches of the trees and twining around the leaves that adorned their regal crowns. Sunlight streamed through the canopy of the forest, little beams hitting her hide and making it glow a soft golden color. She shifted her weight slightly, her tail swishing gently at her hocks. A single golden eye continued to study the colt, memorizing his looks while her nostrils inhaled and remembered his scent. He would fill out well, and when he did, he'd be hard pressed to keep the mares away. Astraia snorted lightly in amusement. Tilting her head to the side curiously at his name, a small smirk cursed her lips. "I am Astraia."

[Kate]

Bump. :]

[Denali]

Well what the heck was he supposed to make of that? I am Astria That's great, now umm.. how, exactly was he supposed to keep the conversation going? And where was Montella? The Fae had been gone for far too long. Surely she had not ventured off, she was not one to do that. Be that as it may, he would linger her eand speak with this fae.
"It's a pleasure meeting you, Astria."
ther ewas nothing more to say. The colt's initial spookiness had long since subsided and the colt now began to lazily nibble at the slowly wintering grass at his feet. His once thin summer coat had thickened in preperation for winter.

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