Post by Loyalty on Jun 20, 2020 13:04:45 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom
that in itself is philosophy—
that in itself is philosophy—
Aubade sees where the mares kick had landed on the pale stallion's shoulder and for a moment wonders if that kick was meant for him instead. The mare certainly looks and sounds riled up. They all are. A taught situation this is; a river had overflown and flooded the meadow and now they will bicker. But for how long? To what end? There's only one way to know where even a single road leads and that is to follow it.
Both stallions rear up and in their distress kick out their powerful front legs. The struggle catches mostly air but they are so close Aubade can feel a pair of knees shoving him away. And shove they do. When was the last time he had stood so high on his hind legs? He cannot remember it. The gray stallion turns his body and heaves his front hooves onto the moistened earth which churns beneath them and quickly begins to muddy his legs. Though his legs are already dark and so look little different than they had before. But he can feel it sticking.
"Wishing for me to fall silent is like asking shadows to refrain from darkness... But aye, tou will have your wish, traveler. I will speak in other ways." Rip out his tongue. The world has tried to this and the world has failed. Stormshield, however, can know a small modicum of success for in the moments thereafter the dapple remains quiet. Only the heavy grunting and canonfire of hot breath from his nostrils fills the air between them. But then there is the mare, the mare beside them who, in many ways, speaks Aubade's mind clearly... But then she sets her sharpness on he! Even she wishes for his silence!
Aubade is no stranger to throwing his own weight around, but between being a foal and being an adult, he finds it to be much more difficult nowadays. This stallion- this powerful, pale pelted beast- overshadows him in myriad ways. Like a mount casting doubts upon the invisible trail leading up to its peak. There they are, chest to chest and shoulder-to-shoulder rippling with vitality. A dark tail lashes behind him and the mare's voice muffles. For a moment he loses his senses to the adrenaline and he rears up again and again, heaving and shoving but in every instance the perlino male gains and Aubade yields to him a half-step at a time. He doesn't even realize it himself. Whether or not the mare lets herself into the fray at this point is her own prerogative for the stallions seem eternally fixed on one another.
Both stallions rear up and in their distress kick out their powerful front legs. The struggle catches mostly air but they are so close Aubade can feel a pair of knees shoving him away. And shove they do. When was the last time he had stood so high on his hind legs? He cannot remember it. The gray stallion turns his body and heaves his front hooves onto the moistened earth which churns beneath them and quickly begins to muddy his legs. Though his legs are already dark and so look little different than they had before. But he can feel it sticking.
"Wishing for me to fall silent is like asking shadows to refrain from darkness... But aye, tou will have your wish, traveler. I will speak in other ways." Rip out his tongue. The world has tried to this and the world has failed. Stormshield, however, can know a small modicum of success for in the moments thereafter the dapple remains quiet. Only the heavy grunting and canonfire of hot breath from his nostrils fills the air between them. But then there is the mare, the mare beside them who, in many ways, speaks Aubade's mind clearly... But then she sets her sharpness on he! Even she wishes for his silence!
Aubade is no stranger to throwing his own weight around, but between being a foal and being an adult, he finds it to be much more difficult nowadays. This stallion- this powerful, pale pelted beast- overshadows him in myriad ways. Like a mount casting doubts upon the invisible trail leading up to its peak. There they are, chest to chest and shoulder-to-shoulder rippling with vitality. A dark tail lashes behind him and the mare's voice muffles. For a moment he loses his senses to the adrenaline and he rears up again and again, heaving and shoving but in every instance the perlino male gains and Aubade yields to him a half-step at a time. He doesn't even realize it himself. Whether or not the mare lets herself into the fray at this point is her own prerogative for the stallions seem eternally fixed on one another.
439 WORDS ✦ Enchantress Angie
NOTES: You read my post just fine angie! I am not sure if aubade will be the peacemaker yet! He's having fun playing the brute ♥
NOTES: You read my post just fine angie! I am not sure if aubade will be the peacemaker yet! He's having fun playing the brute ♥
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