Post by Vintage on Jan 26, 2006 20:27:57 GMT -5
Slender legs carried a graceful equine easily to the edge of a small pool of water, neck muscles arching as the mare bent her head to sip delicately at the water. Rich eyes, troubled and dark, peered around apprehensively, sure that no one was near. Ears pricked, the Dark being was constantly on guard.
A crack and a rustle in the brush. Head snapped up in a split second, long mane flying up and moving in an arc to settle neatly over her other shoulder. A few beads of crystal clear water stuck to her muzzle, creating a haunting illusion. Nothing was there, it was just a bird. Snorting, she dipped her head back down to drink, forehooves just being touched by the lapping water.
Grey tail flicked the black tips in annoyance at a small fly that had landed on her dappled coat. Nares wide, she trotted slowly, almost lazily, to a nearby tree and settled gratefully under it. Strong legs tucked under her body, she let her eyes droop tiredly, almost shutting. But part of the dark mare was awake. She never truly slept, and had travelled for far too long on her own. The vixen needed a stallion, or simply a herd.
But not a silly one, she had decided. Not one who felt all should be equal, and all should be good. No. She needed a stallion who saw the true color of things. Not one who saw just the good, but the dark also. She relished the dark. A herd in which there was an established hierarchy, and every equine in it knew who was above and below them. A place where she could rule. The mare was picky, it was in her nature. But her nature was also honest. Brutally honest. Honest in only the most horrible situations, and lying and cheating in another. That was the dark.
Hello, I've waited here for you... everlong.
Tonight, I've thrown myself into, and out of the red, out of her head she sang..
A crack and a rustle in the brush. Head snapped up in a split second, long mane flying up and moving in an arc to settle neatly over her other shoulder. A few beads of crystal clear water stuck to her muzzle, creating a haunting illusion. Nothing was there, it was just a bird. Snorting, she dipped her head back down to drink, forehooves just being touched by the lapping water.
Grey tail flicked the black tips in annoyance at a small fly that had landed on her dappled coat. Nares wide, she trotted slowly, almost lazily, to a nearby tree and settled gratefully under it. Strong legs tucked under her body, she let her eyes droop tiredly, almost shutting. But part of the dark mare was awake. She never truly slept, and had travelled for far too long on her own. The vixen needed a stallion, or simply a herd.
But not a silly one, she had decided. Not one who felt all should be equal, and all should be good. No. She needed a stallion who saw the true color of things. Not one who saw just the good, but the dark also. She relished the dark. A herd in which there was an established hierarchy, and every equine in it knew who was above and below them. A place where she could rule. The mare was picky, it was in her nature. But her nature was also honest. Brutally honest. Honest in only the most horrible situations, and lying and cheating in another. That was the dark.
Hello, I've waited here for you... everlong.
Tonight, I've thrown myself into, and out of the red, out of her head she sang..
