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[Summerr]

Vourvay Denvari Vece II

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Marble pistons rose and fell, pushing the beast in and out of the shadows. Muscles rippled; the waves in the iron ocean of his pelt. Harks danced to and fro, catching all audible sounds. The entire world was sensation. The eddying tides of the wind rushing through the fresh night air that danced across his skin. The scents that the tides of the sky brought to his nostrils. The crunch of grass beneath his hooves; it was being wantonly rendered by the footsteps of the behemoth. The slight sting of his own mane and tail across his muscled frame. The sounds that trickled through the cool night air, bringing mystery and the need to find out what created the telltale rang-hush-rang-hush. White-gray chassis ceased motion; the lithe fibers of his bodice coming to a rest as he commanded them to do so. Briefly, he scoped out the marshy expanse before him, though nothing was moving, save for the waters dancing beneath the moons pearly glow. For an instant, he was still. Then he shifted back into motion. Muscles rippled under the iron gray sea of his pelt. Small, finely cut harks flicked, then stood quite far forward, reading the sounds around him. Daggers drummed out a three beat rhythm; rise, fall, collect. Rise, fall, collect. His thick gossamer trailed behind him, lightly spanking his haunches, driving him on. Vece skirted the edge of the Watering Hole and settled down to take a light nap. Lids drifted down over his pools; darkness smothered him. As his breathing deepened, Vece relaxed. Little did he know what awaited him, or who was coming to meet him.


Word Count:: 273
Muse:: Good! Sorry its so short! I’m just getting back into the saddle of equine RPing haha. My next post will be longer, I promise!!
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[Enys]

Black orbs glanced around, my breathing - ebbing and flowing like water. Finally, I felt ready, to accept this fate of mine brought by life, I was a mare and there was no way to escape that, I would be part of a herd, probably pass my genes on, and die. My life simpler than a stallion's and less exciting, on a regular basis of course. The earth beneath my hooves, the sky above my head, if only I had been born a tree. To run away from life was not an easy task for a mare, to escape the bachelor's as well as the stallion's who wanted you in their herd, I had almost been caught several times but now I was ready to join a herd, young as I might be. Living life out in the wilderness means you die quicker, nature can be against you, as well as predators waiting to eat you and the small foals.

The wind brushed against me, a soft whisper, a cooling breeze. Why I had chosen night, when it was dangerous to be without a herd, I was not sure. It was comforting, the rustle of the grass, the crickets with their noise, deathly quiet and most likely when I made my way into the clearing, there would be no equine there. It was not morning, it was the time for sleep, for dreams, for the body to rest.

The waterhole was in the distance, a dark shape near it. Something I couldn't make out, I snorted, thirst was driving it's way through my body, for I had no drunk for a good few hours. Whipcord flicking with irritation at the not-moving figure, for what if it was a predator? I was to far to smell it and the wind was not blowing my way but the opposite, whatever the thing was, it's scent flowing the opposite way. Time slowly passed, my pillar raising up, dagger crashing against the earth, dirty and grass spraying around, irritation and thirst pushed me to move forward to the waterhole.