05-07-2015, 11:16 PM
{an empire's fall in just one day}
The air was heavy and damp, with a thin, whispy fog filling the air. Dawn had not yet broken through the darkness, and everything was surrounded by an eery stillness. It was almost as if time had stopped, capturing the streaks of moonlight that made striped bands of silver through the emerging foliage of the trees above, only to highlight the grass below. It had stopped and captured an image of the stars that glittered in between scattered clouds, and it captured the skeleton like shadows of the trees. One tree in particular, a large sycamore, twisted and gnarled, cast a crawling shadow that seemed to stretch for miles, even in the dim light.
{you close your eyes and the glory it fades}
A ghostly figure hovered through the mist, falling under the shadow of the towering tree. Her yellowish coat was bright and highlighted silver in the moonbeams, mane and tail flowing and free of tangles or dirt. Nostrils flared, blowing hot breaths of steam into the murky air. And her eyes... her eyes were deep and dark, swirling with clouds of hatred. She stopped only feet from the tree's trunk, and twisted around to face away from it. Storm had heard rumors that the lands nearby were populated, but thus far she hadn't seen a single sign of equine life. The ground beneath her feet was soft and held no marks of other hoofs, the grass was growing and untouched by the appetites of grazers. No scents or sights held a single hint of equine life. It was well enough though, less competition that way. Orbs scanned the horizon, and gears turned in her mind to decide on her next move. The mare had come from the right, and there was nothing more to be seen there. From this point forward, the only logical direction would be towards her left, so that is where she would head.
{ready aim fire away}
Soon dawn would bring it's orange light to the horizon, once again warming the soil and alerting the critters of the forest that it was time to eat and play. Storm turned left, her muscles rippling under taught skin, eager to move on. The mare didn't exactly know why she was even seeking out another horse. Frankly, she was perfectly content to live on her own, because she hated other mares and despised the stallions that sought to breed and control her. Her creamy coat had enough scars from the constant battles with her last stallion, Garth, and he had left with his fair share of injuries as well. At first they had hated each other, a deep passionate hate that had boiled in their guts for more than a year. Garth lost his hatred when she was old enough to breed, and Storm had held onto her hatred until she had seen how caring he had been with their child. That was more than a year ago though, old news. She had only been trotting for a couple minutes before she came to a screeching halt once more. A scent had caught her attention... another equine.
Words: 507 Tags: Open OOC: Stkw
Muse: Imagine Dragons- Ready Aim Fire
The air was heavy and damp, with a thin, whispy fog filling the air. Dawn had not yet broken through the darkness, and everything was surrounded by an eery stillness. It was almost as if time had stopped, capturing the streaks of moonlight that made striped bands of silver through the emerging foliage of the trees above, only to highlight the grass below. It had stopped and captured an image of the stars that glittered in between scattered clouds, and it captured the skeleton like shadows of the trees. One tree in particular, a large sycamore, twisted and gnarled, cast a crawling shadow that seemed to stretch for miles, even in the dim light.
{you close your eyes and the glory it fades}
A ghostly figure hovered through the mist, falling under the shadow of the towering tree. Her yellowish coat was bright and highlighted silver in the moonbeams, mane and tail flowing and free of tangles or dirt. Nostrils flared, blowing hot breaths of steam into the murky air. And her eyes... her eyes were deep and dark, swirling with clouds of hatred. She stopped only feet from the tree's trunk, and twisted around to face away from it. Storm had heard rumors that the lands nearby were populated, but thus far she hadn't seen a single sign of equine life. The ground beneath her feet was soft and held no marks of other hoofs, the grass was growing and untouched by the appetites of grazers. No scents or sights held a single hint of equine life. It was well enough though, less competition that way. Orbs scanned the horizon, and gears turned in her mind to decide on her next move. The mare had come from the right, and there was nothing more to be seen there. From this point forward, the only logical direction would be towards her left, so that is where she would head.
{ready aim fire away}
Soon dawn would bring it's orange light to the horizon, once again warming the soil and alerting the critters of the forest that it was time to eat and play. Storm turned left, her muscles rippling under taught skin, eager to move on. The mare didn't exactly know why she was even seeking out another horse. Frankly, she was perfectly content to live on her own, because she hated other mares and despised the stallions that sought to breed and control her. Her creamy coat had enough scars from the constant battles with her last stallion, Garth, and he had left with his fair share of injuries as well. At first they had hated each other, a deep passionate hate that had boiled in their guts for more than a year. Garth lost his hatred when she was old enough to breed, and Storm had held onto her hatred until she had seen how caring he had been with their child. That was more than a year ago though, old news. She had only been trotting for a couple minutes before she came to a screeching halt once more. A scent had caught her attention... another equine.
Words: 507 Tags: Open OOC: Stkw
Muse: Imagine Dragons- Ready Aim Fire