Wandering

[dragoness011]

How long had it been since he wandered into this place. Two years now. His nose reached up into the air as the scents of the forest around him mixed about to merge into the gentle essence of life and security. His head shook out, a long puff of white breath disappearing into the fog that coated the forest floor and lower trees. His head seemed to bow down before the might of the trees as his delicate nostrils touched the dead leaves beneath his hooves, searching for a patch of green to which he might be able to feed from. But none was there. Drawing his nose up from the ground he grabbed hold of a branch pulling softly as the leaves causing them to pluck off with somewhat loud crack. The branch springing back into place as if yelling at the intruder for taking from it. His eyes looked up toward it with a somewhat amused look shining the depth of its darkness. He turned his head to the side his long raven hair falling over his softly coated ebony neck that shined blue in the light of the moon that managed to peak threw the cracks in the trees.

He started forward into the shadows of the trees. His hooves tapping gently on the rocks and leaves that padded the ground making it so that his hooves sank softly into the moist ground below them. His legs rippling softly as he moved. The trees casting strange shadows onto his black coat. The silence leaving peace in his mind. The crickets singing out to him as he weaved gingerly threw the endless maze of foliage. His raven tail flipping out and turning at the edges almost like feathers. A breeze managed to snake threw the trees and rushed by him, playing with his locks causing them to dance like waves on the ocean. He shook his head loving the feel of the cool wind on his wet hot body. He cried out into the abyss of the forest around him and took off into the forest as fast as his legs could take him. The smell of flowers and pine trees rushed by him as he went. Slowly he slowed to a canter and then to a slow trot tell he was walking again. His breath rushing out of his lungs in large puffs to mingle with the fog. He felt so free and open. With out other around to hurt or disown him. He felt at home. 2 years he has lived in this solitude because off his loss.

But even though he felt at home. Even though he felt free. The stallion felt alone. He missed the love of a family. The friends to be with you. To rub necks and tell you everything would be ok. To race threw the open fields with the wind rushing across your body and tracing rivers threw your mane to glide down your back and threw your tail as it waved goodbye to those behind you. His head fell down close to the ground his breath still rushing out as he stood there in silence. Solitude was such a lonely companion. He flipped his head into the air and whinnied out in despair for all to hear and his ears perked up as he heard his voice traveling, echoing threw the forest. His wet locks attached to the droplets of water condensing on his hot hide. There was no reply. Of course, there never was. This place was desolate, bare of most life by those who prayed on the lonely like him. He shouldn't even be calling. He'll attract enemies. When he still had weapon he would have been fine. He looked around him. His eyes almost wishing for one to appear. To take him now and end this lonely existence he called life. But none came. So he started back into the forest. A swift shadow into the night. Dark pools of sadness observing the mist that hide world around him.

[Heartless Deity]

Ooc| *Stares in awe of very long post. Then mutters, "I have role play block." XD

Bic|
Chesire stood next to an extremely large willow. The branches were touching the misty water and grass on the waters edge. She stared at her lonely reflection. Her emerald eyes seemed sad to be alone where she was standing. But then she sucked up her dignity and raised her slender neck to look aroudn the mist area. She could smell a horse nearby, but she couldn't tell how close. The mist could carry anything for miles.

[dragoness011]

(Oh sorry about that. I'll tone them down...*looks as if I was in trouble*)

He went down onto his knees. His hooves tucked neatly under his belly and lay his head down on the wet leaf covered soil. His eyes closing softly as his body got the better of him. He was tired, his legs hurt, and his lonelyness left him in a state of dispear. But as his nose touched the ground, his breath causing the leaves to ripple he could smell the oder of an another among these hidden trees and shadows. His head rose up suddenly. The motion sending the leaves on the ground up in all directions. He shook his neck out causing his locks to detach themselves only to stick to his water coated body once more. He pushed himself up feeling himself suddenly full of energy again. His front legs padded at the ground and he seemed to jump around like a young colt. He shook his neck out making beads of sweat flying in every dirrection and with a huff of air burst into the forest once more. His hooves going into the mud as he went covering the sound of his approtch. His ears perked for any noise.

He slowed to a trot as the smell grew stronger and he looked around him. Now at a slow walk he looked around the trees slowly. Not sure now if it was enemy of friend but his curiousity getting the better of him. He finally saw it. A young mare standing out under the willow. The dark waters of the marsh faning around her. He shook his head and stepped lightly from the shadows of the forest that he blended so well with. His locks covering the stub that was once his long beautiful silver horn. He head down softly he called out to her softly. As her emerald eyes locked onto his form he held his head high but still with respect. "Welcome" He seemed to say.

[Heartless Deity]

Ooc| It's alright. I just have role play waaay to often, XD

Reminder of What chesire Looks like:
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Bic|
Chesire stared at the dark stallion. She hadn't seen any other horses in a long time. Instantly she thought of him beng a threat. She pinned her golden ears back, but they held a tint of shiness(sp). "What do you want?" She said gathering up her dignity. Her voice was soft, but it had a frightened edge. She stepped back, her pumpkin-red tail was now touched the tree trunk.

[dragoness011]

Swift turned his head to the side looking at her from one eye his own still tilted down in a sign of submission as he stood there for a moment then shook his head out making the locks take there grip from his wet neck and settle a little unorgonize over it again. He stayed right were he was not wanting to scare the only other like him he had seen in over two years to run away. "I seek nothing but company in the shadow of solidude that is my only compainion in this dark forgotten waistland of a wood."

He gently took a step forward making sure not to walk to quick and startle the mare. He stopped at the edge of the marsh that seperated them. She had such a intruging coat, like that of a leapord, it shinned wonderfully in the light of the moon. His head shook again moving the hair from his eyes making it fall to the side to show a small silver stump on his head where his horn used to be. He was never around others much so it didn't occur to him that he should keep it covered.

[Heartless Deity]

Chesire gasped at what seemed to be a unicorn horn. "W-What happened to your... horn..." She said almost in a whisper. She felt instantly sorry for him. Her mother had been a unicorn, but she didn't remember much of her except her strong powers. She stepped to the bank of the swamp that seperated them. By what she could tell, he used to have a silver horn.

[dragoness011]

Swift suddenly was alert and he turned his head to the side making the wet hair fall back over the small silver sliver of a horn. His eyes closing softly his head falling down as harsh memorys came to his mind. "That is a darker memory best forgotten." His dark eyes once again opened to look upon her, there shine magnified by the tears that threatened to fall down the stallions face. He huffed out and held himself higher, but it was hard to keep his ways when such sadness had overtaken him.

"I was called swift shadow in my herd. But you may call me swift. May I inquire as to what your name is?" He pulled the subject away from his problems and tried to regain himself again. His tail flicked out his muscles rippled under his coat as they seemed to spazam a bit.