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Post by moused on Jun 29, 2020 13:23:35 GMT -8
He'd come up from the beach with the smell of salt stuck to his fur. At a low trot it had taken him enough time that the shadows were beginning to creep along the grass. However, the surrounding willows darkened all that was around them and caged this little area away from the world with their long tendrils, telling time by the shadows was obsolete when the light could barely filter through. Emri rather liked the privacy these trees offered. The wetness from the stream had encouraged moss to grow amongst the thick, grass making the ground particularly soft and cushioned; the youngster thought he owed it to himself to lay down and snore until the sun died on the horizon. When he did wake it was with a grown and a grumble. He rolled upward from his side to his belly so his withers faced the sky. Emri lazily picked at the grass and watched the little water creatures dance in the stream for a long while and then slept some more.
A distant noise stirred him, though it was shocking that anything could, and he raised his head with a fair bit of weariness. He was laying on a high bank at the roots of the tree. The moonlight slicing through the branches painted his light bay pelt almost silver in the twinkling night and he was mostly hidden from view.
It was now, when the trees became snakes and the bushes may as well be lurking wolves for all he could see, that Emri missed the company of a herd. He watched outwardly with a side ward ear. There were branches crunching not too far away. It was now the young stallion stood, hind quarter to the tree and face toward his potential enemy as he arched his neck in an effort to make himself look bigger and more impressive than the gangling, barrel bellied, youngster truly was.
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Post by Angie on Jun 30, 2020 0:43:24 GMT -8
The feeling of the breeze blowing in her mane and tail made the red mare smile. The sound of the leaves dancing from the trees in the moonlight calmed her soul. For the past few hours Carrot had been wondering the land a bit on easy and honestly she didn’t completely understand why. Perhaps it was that she deeply missed her children and mate. Or the herd she had grown to know as her family over her many years before she was cast out by the new lead. Most likely that and the fact she was lonely. Having met a few lovely ladies here Carrot hadn’t been deprived of company, but it seems she was alone on her moonlight trot. That was until she turned a corner and noticed the young stallion arching her neck and she couldn’t help but let out a soft and gentle giggle. ”Well now dearie aren’t you a big brave boy?” She cooed in her tender voice as she stepped closer into view. Standing a few feet away the moonlight shined against her aged face and she gave him a smile. ”But please do not fret. Granny wishes you no harm.” The words slipped smoothly from her lips as she tilted her head curiously at him a warm smile still wide across her face. WORDS: 223 TAG: moused
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Post by moused on Jun 30, 2020 0:57:29 GMT -8
Emri let out a breathe as the mare approached.
He came out from amongst the willow drapes and felt them brush and skirt down his back and couldn't help but instinctively kick out at them a little as he came up to the mare slowing just enough to give a little space between them.
"Brave boy?" Emri asked, snorting a little, "I'm no colt born yesterday, ma'am. I heard you coming for a moment I thought you were a wolf."
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Post by Angie on Jun 30, 2020 1:12:31 GMT -8
Listening to the boy she raised a brow at him and gave a 'are you sure' look upon her face at his response. "Woof woof." She replyed with in a gentle tease. Carrot meant no harm by this, she was just trying to help the youth relax by showing she had a goofy side. Shaking her head she then let out a gentle sigh as she looked at him. "Young man is it not better to be a colt then a coward?" She cooed as he had clearly messed her point. She hadn't meant he was a colt, but instead she had been saying how brave he looked as he had seemed ready to defend himself. "Though you know if I had been a wolf you would never had heard me." Her smooth words left her lips as she stepped slightly closer looking at him before looking up at the sky. "I am Grandmother Carrot, but please dear call me Granny." The lady stated rather matter of fact, but her voice was still gentle. Though there was a tone within her voice that made it clear that she really didn't want to hear any protests on the matter. Of course the mare couldn't force anyone to call her Granny. If this young stallion wished to call her Carrot then she'd also accept that. WORDS: 223 TAGS: moused
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Post by moused on Jun 30, 2020 1:32:22 GMT -8
"Okay," Emri said compliantly, he looked around himself once more before he let a back hoof rest. There was the slightest breeze in the air. The young stallion was not at all superstitious but he would be lying to himself if he did not admit that there was a bad feeling in the air, what did his mother used to say about that? Oh, he should have listened.
"Frankly," Emri muttered turning back to the mare, "I haven't caught sight nor' scent of a wolf for a long while, that's my bad, I should have known better."
Now he found himself in a predicament. He had found an old mare... or the old mare had found him. Was she alone? Was she part of a herd? If so where are they and how many are there? Is there a stallion nearby waiting to snake him and chase him away? Or is the stallion old too? If so, maybe Emri could steal his herd and his mares? That's ambitious, Emri thought to himself, most vagrant stallions wont challenge a herd horse until at least five but if the stallion was as fragile looking as this mare...
He thought about the green grass, and whether he could be bothered with the responsibility of keeping a herd safe, especially when he felt he was still trying to do that for himself with a struggle. It was then, as the wind breathed over his nose did Emri realise he'd already ran ahead of himself and needed to backtrack back to the basics.
"Why are you alone, Ma_granny?"
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Post by Angie on Jun 30, 2020 1:51:40 GMT -8
Honestly she couldn't help but allow a small pout to sit on her face for a few moments at the boy's answer. 'Not even a chuckle? Oh dear please help me Great Spirits.' She thought to herself as she listened to him. Her brown eyes looking from the sky back to him. Slowly her gaze traveled over his frame and she could see that he was indeed young and strong looking, but she'd hate for him to find a wolf in these parts. She really enjoyed the area after all. "Please dearie don't be hard on yourself. Should have know this, could have known that, blah. If we are going off that logic I should have known to bring snacks." What type of snacks would she had brought well that is a different story. Yet her walking around with a bunch of clovers to share with others was rather silly which is what she thought knowing she wasn't a wolf was. Silly.
Ears perked at his question she found it rather odd that he'd ask her why she was alone. Most young stallions seemed to not care she was alone. Most chased her away or simply walked off to find someone younger and prettier. "Alone? Who says I am alone? I am with you, now unless you mean you are nobody? Which might be the reason why you haven't returned the polite gesture and given your name after I offered mine?" She questioned him. Honestly did his mother not teach him any manners? She gave him her name and she at least expected a nice to meet you Granny you can call me Stallion, stealer of all the hearts. Or something like that. Maybe not that statement, but still something. WORDS: 290 TAG: moused
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Post by moused on Jun 30, 2020 2:09:41 GMT -8
Emri frowned at her in slight frustration and wondered how important could his name really be? He realised his mother might give him a swift kick or chase him with a bite to his rump, she had often done that when he forgot himself. 'Oh Emri,' She would say with all the exasperation she could muster. He shook thoughts of her from his head.
"My name is Emri," He told Granny uncertainly. It dawned on him that a stallion questioning a mare on her herd whereabouts would be suspicious and he'd managed already to get on the wrong hoof with this Granny Carrot. He sighed, barrel belly heaving with frustration at himself.
"My mother called me Emri, she said to me once she hoped when I heard someone call my name it would remind me to think about what I was doing. It means, 'mind yourself' in old tongue. Its been so long since I heard someone call it that I already forgot how. Though, I am nobody right now, just a traveller, looking for lush grass and soft ground to lay upon."
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Post by Angie on Jun 30, 2020 2:28:01 GMT -8
Eyeing him she felt her stern face turning softer. He might have came off as a bit of a cocky young stallion at first, but honestly Carrot couldn't stay mad at him. He was a male after all and they often forgot their manners. She had raised her sons to be polite gentlemen, but at the end of the day they to would throw those manners to the wind and go be a boy. It was simply how they were and it was something she knew wouldn't change. Though just because she herself is an old lady of grace and kindness didn't mean she couldn't be a feisty thing as well. Even so her air of gentleness returned to her as she heard him speak. Him asking about where her herd was wasn't anything new to her so it was less suspicious than once might think.
"Ah my dear Emri I apologize for being a bit cross with you over a name. It is you see dear you didn't like me calling you boy, and it would be rude of me to refer to you as Brute or simply Stallion. For you haven't been anything near a brute, and well there are many stallions in the world. There are even stallions made of stars and stardust." She said that last bit with a wink and wondered if he'd be interested in hearing more about that. Last time she tried to entice a stallion with a story he just snorted at her and became a cranky thing demanding she stop talking. This stallion though a stallion still seemed rather young and even though he has made it clear he isn't a colt, perhaps she could still peek his curiousness? If not well no stories for him.
"Aren't we all just looking for a soft place to rest and food to fill our bellies?" She questioned as she shifted making herself more comfortable. "As it is I too seek these things. I had them once but that was before my mate was killed and I was chased from my home for being unwanted due to my age. That was another time, in another place. Now I am here in the Fated Lands." She said with a bit of a dreamy look in her eyes as she spoke softly. WORDS: 386 TAG: moused
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Post by moused on Jun 30, 2020 2:45:14 GMT -8
Emri lightened up a little, "no its okay. I've always been that way," he chuckled a little and looked around himself.
"The grass here is sweet and fresh. The ground is soft. I was thinking of staying here for a while until other batchelors came along. I have no herd so I suppose must wait for my muscles to grow and my body to be as strong as my fathers were when he took a herd for himself."
And that's how it would be. He would wait until he was as strong as he could be, as is the life of a stallion. To fight and be fought and then in the end, lose.
"Besides, Stallions are all muscle," He added after a thought "there is no such thing as a horse made of stars and stardust. Not that I've seen anyway?"
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Post by Angie on Jun 30, 2020 3:08:48 GMT -8
Resting her eyes Carrot listened while her eyes where closed. Oh to be young again. The life a a young one who has yet to fully enjoy life and it's trials. She did miss those day, but she wouldn't trade anything for the memories she has of her life. Even that rather sad and hard parts of her life she wouldn't trade for they made her stronger. They helped shape her into the lady she is today. At his words about stallions being muscle and not made of stars she let out a chuckle and slowly opened her eyes to look up at the heavens. "Ah but that my dear is were you are mistaken." She cooed as she kept her eyes on the stars and didn't look at him. "There once lived a stallion made of stars that lived many thousands of full moons ago." Pausing for a moment she pressed her lips together as she through about he before going on to say. "Though perhaps you are right for he is no longer living upon the earth. But has returned to the heavens in which he and the Great Wolf had fallen from. Oh but a dashing young stallion such as yourself surely doesn't want to hear the story of the Great Spirits from a rambling old mare. After all you aren't a boy?" There she goes. She was still talking in her calm grandmotherly way, but at the same time she was gently teasing. Having already told the story to another within the Fated Lands she was more than willing to tell it again to Emri. That was if he was willing to listen.
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Post by moused on Jun 30, 2020 3:38:43 GMT -8
Emri side eyed her, a little curious but sceptical. "Why is it that mares always tell these riddle-stories? Why are the horses in them always made of leaves, or water or stars. It's simply not true. A mare once told me that the white foam of the ocean was the souls of horses who'd done wrong, left to search for a way to escape the sea." He looked at the ground as if all this was so confusing to him, ears lowering side wards, "why can a horse not be a horse? I'm so confused with metaphors."
He noticed dully that a shard of sunlight was creeping through the trees, it was soon dawn.
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