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Post by canine on Sept 9, 2011 10:13:59 GMT -8
I made it, I would have told you if you were still here. Perhaps if you were still alive I would have taken you with me. We'd have roamed the country-side together, gotten over scars and grief. We would have relied on no one but each other. However you're nothing but a ghost now; a memory. I miss you. I won't ever admit to it out loud but I do. I remember the days when we would laugh together and you would bump my shoulders and grin because you knew exactly what I was thinking. I remember the days I would turn my back on you and leave you heartbroken in the rain. You always knew what was on my mind. Your life was keeping me in order and making me better. Even in your final moments you made me make promises you knew I would keep. You always were the smarter one.
My brother.
Some days I find myself wondering if you're ever watching me. Perhaps you would be smiling now because I did it. I've kept every promise and I'm glad I did. A quiet sigh escaped my lips as I shook my head slowly. Thoughts like this consumed me often. Much of my time was often spent dwelling upon you. Of course you were my life up until that time a year ago. I had to find new reasons to live. Life had been slow; constant wandering, asking directions and wandering again. There was nothing completely stable. Some days I would have a warm place to sleep while other days I had to walk through storms. I was hoping a praying that I would find someplace habitable. Someplace that I could come to and call home once more. But you know, home was never the same without you.
My shoulders lowered a bit as I took a few careful steps. Gradually my brow furrowed a bit as I looked around. The farther I went the thicker the mist became but there was an underlying tone of destruction lingering here. Raising my head slightly I tilted it a fraction to slip my forelock away from my eyes. A few more steps were taken before I stopped completely. This place was different. While a sense of peace seemed to linger about the trees I couldn't help but feel as if there was a hint of sorrow curling in with the seeping mists. Turning to one of the trees I raised my head. Lightly letting my nose touch one of the branches I frowned.
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Post by Randa on Sept 15, 2011 15:04:30 GMT -8
Oh how the weeks have flown past, each blustery snowy day blending into the next as the hole in my heart grows bigger and doubts begin to haunt my dreams. I should have stayed with my brother on that awful island where we were exiled to when that traitorous wretch of a stallion overthrew my parents, killing them and exiling us. Though I fear my brother greatly I would not be as lonely as I am now if I had been a dutiful, obedient sister and stayed. Truthfully I had not intended to go quite so far from that island but the waves just kept carrying me away and I do not know how far these lands are from the island.
Snow begins to accumulate on my back as I have stood in the same spot for so long and I chuckle briefly at myself for becoming so lost in my mind. My frozen limbs protest greatly as I force them to move so that I may shake my ‘blanket’ free of my pale pelt before moving away and under the shelter of some pine trees. The snow begins to fade away after several minutes and I am grateful for that as I do not enjoy travelling in such dreadful conditions.
Leaving my small shelter I make my way toward a different land that I know is near to here but I have yet to explore. It is not too long into my journey that the scent of a stallion crosses my path and I come to a slow stop to glance about curiously. Seeing no one I debate internally for a moment before setting off in the direction of the scent, curiosity winning over caution despite the mist beginning to encompass my form. Soon enough visibility become very limited and I am forced to take it slow as to not injure myself on an unseen cliff or hole; but my patience pays off as I spy my ‘prey’ several yards ahead. Nickering softly I announce presence to him but refrain from speaking, pale lavender-blue eyes slowly taking in his form.
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Post by canine on Sept 15, 2011 16:12:08 GMT -8
The snow was chilly as it slipped free from the skeletal limbs. Tiny flakes landed upon the soft tissue of my nose as I kept my head raised. My thick forelock remained over my face, often obscuring my eyes. Dark locks slip slightly however as I hear the faint sound of a nicker. Almost right away my ears flick in the direction and my head turns away from the tree branch. A steady breath is taken into my lungs as I look her way, letting my gaze linger for a moment longer then necessary. With a faint wrinkle of my nose I turn away once again.
You probably would have wanted me to make friends. By now you would have cheerfully pranced up to her and laughed some foolish greeting. But you were always eager to socialize, brother. I was the fall flower, the shadow. I was never good with words. I was never friendly. Tugging at the snow covered branch once more I was rewarded with a sudden onslaught of snow. Blinking in surprise as the pile hit my nose smack on I couldn't help but snort at the chill that rushed up my spine. Of course I was always the awkward one under it all. Glancing from the corner of my eye towards the mare a slight distance away I pulled my head down and let the snow fall from my face. Giving a gruff shake I finally sighed with defeat. Perhaps I could try things your way for once.
Letting my forelock fall over my eyes again, I slowly glanced her way. Straightening out as if the entire ordeal with the snow hadn't happened I stepped towards her. “Tch, that didn't just happened.” I muttered, loud enough for her to hear.
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Post by Randa on Sept 19, 2011 14:40:20 GMT -8
As he turns in my direction I smile at him with little effort on my part; I have already decided he has great potential, though I do not know for what specifically. Perhaps my system of judgment can be perceived as a bit unusual but it matters not to me what others think of it as it is highly unlikely anyone else will ever know of it. For just a moment, however, I consider recanting my initial judgment as my lavender-blue eyes take note of the way he wrinkled his nose at me. I very nearly comment on his actions when a pile of snow lands squarely on his face from the branch he has been pulling on and laughter erupts from my pale lips.
Unable to stop the laughter for several seconds I struggle for air but upon noticing his lack of amusement I sober quickly feeling more awkward than I have in quite some time. Typically only my brother’s presence and advances leaves me feeling quite uncomfortable. I shift my weight uneasily as I glance away from him to my hooves until I hear the sounds of shifting coming from him. Cautiously my lavender-blue gaze returns to his features and I search out any sign that I should flee but instead I see nothing; I do not know which causes me more concern. Tch, that didn’t just happen. Floats to my ears and I perk up a little as another smile makes it way to my lips. ”You are mistaken, stranger.” My voice is soft, reserved. ”I witnessed it with my own eyes, unfortunately for you.”
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