[Day In][The Sun]

[Magic]

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

The Missouri Fox Trotter stood squarely in the center of a large field. Her coat was growing thicker by the days and she was trying to gain some weight before winter hit. Her days of fasting were over and although she felt guilt and sorrow she had decided upon keeping herself in decent condition. Unless her previous hopes had been to die and find her mate in heaven, then there really was no point in torturing herself like that. Plus, if she died due to the loss of her loved one then she would be basically be rein-acting an equine version of Romeo and Juliette. That was definitely not something that she wanted to die doing. It would be much too predictable and overused. Wait, what am I doing? she scolded herself. It was plain stupid for the mare to go into thoughts of suicide.

Tossing her head into the air, she let her previous thoughts flood from her mind and out of her ears. She needed to think of happy thoughts, thoughts that would brighten her mood. Bending her long neck to the hard ground, Amorette gently grasped a handful of vegetation and yanked at it on an angle so that she got all of the good stuff but none of the dirt. She was a sly thinker like that. The thought put a smile to her face. As she continued to graze she let herself to something that she hadn’t done in a long while. She let her mind loose and just wander over memories of Whitefoot. It had often set her into awful bouts of sadness but maybe this one time she would be able to handle it. It wasn’t good for her, but it felt good. That’s how things always were.

Poem: If You Forget Me
Author: Pablo Neruda
Character: Amorette

[camino]

risque.

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the bay equine walked into the area, his head low. it had been sometime since he had seen another equine. he was very solitary, only coming out to cause trouble or breed, much like his brother, Cealius. he was becoming a more mature stag now, at the age of six. his neck curved and his nares flared when he caught the scent of a nearby femme. would he play around with her, or keep things calm? he was ready for excitment but when he peered through the brush, he saw not a meer herd member, but the beta mare, Amorette. snorting, he walked out of the forest to became entirely visible to the attractive fae. his own mocha bay coat caught the flicker on the weak autumn sunlight and shone meekly.

'Hello miss Amorette' he said calmly, his head low to show that he wasn't here to screw around and knew his position under the delicate mare. her mate and the beta stag, Whitefoot, had been washed away by the turbulent seas of the isles and it seems the pretty little doe hadn't quiet gotten over it. risque himself had never known bonds with the mares he covered, so he himself didn't understand the connection she seemed to miss between her and her passed mate.

he waited for her answer, keeping his frame low. his eyes flicked to see if any other equines where near, and he noticed they where alone. that was somewhat odd, terra de rocas wasn't that large of a area and many equines stuck together. it was foolish to be alone in terra that could be threaded with predator. was this some kind of death wish, maybe?

[Magic]

After a while of grazing, the dainty fawn vixen looked up to see a stallion, Risque. He was a handsome looking stag, with a dark bay pelt. She hadn't talked to him at all before but she did know that he was known for covering a many assorted amount of mares, and having a devilish personality. The equine of Isola Dei Dei couldn't hold their tongues, and that was how the information about him had traveled. She had also heard from a certain essa that he was "Damn good at it, too." when it came to breeding. She hadn't asked for that tid-bit, but it seemed to have slipped out of the other nymphs kissers. Not that she cared. Her delicate mind wasn't even supposed to obtain that kind of vulgar content.

Looking at him directly in his pools, she listened and then replied curtly, "Good afternoon- Risque, is it?" Her words were clipped and polite.

[camino]

risque.

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the dark bay stag sighed as she rose her delicate head. it was obvouis she was abit sketchy, and he knew that she was remembering where she had seen him from before she spoke. had she heard about what he had done in his younger years? well, perhaps it had not been long ago since he had last covered a mare, he guessed her name was Poison, but he didn't know for sure. she should have foaled by now, which secretly made him happy. another mare with his foal, which carried his genes. in a way it made him feel superior.

the mare called him 'risque'. she said it in such a sugar coated way it made his pelt shiver, but he pushed his plans back. he couldn't allow that side of him to take over, not with the beta mare. he could be exiled for that and then he'd have to live in the breeding grounds again, with his brother, and be the dog he used to be. her orbs made his own flick, trying to escape there grasp. so..perfect. no.

'yes, risque is the calling i come with. so, you seem to be alone. shouldn't you be with the other royales on the mounts? you don't belong here with the other 'mules', we are nothing but the mere soul of this herd. us no-rankers are just here to give this terra some sort of 'population'. you shouldn't be seen hanging around with us.' he told her, not liking to see the members high on the hierarchy to hang out with the peties. it didn't seem right to him. no one this beautiful should settle with less.

[Magic]

When the brute replied to her comment, she couldn’t help feel agitated and annoyed. Of course that’s how he thinks. In his eyes only a mare that’s looking for trouble would want to stay out alone. Yes, I should have expected it. When stags thought like that, it angered her greatly. Who were they to determine the capabilities of a female? Mentally calming herself down, she let it go reluctantly. Though, like a steam engine, he kept going! ”Shouldn't you be with the other royales on the mounts? You don't belong here with the other 'mules', we are nothing but the mere soul of this herd. Us no-rankers are just here to give this terra some sort of 'population'. You shouldn't be seen hanging around with us.” Now that set her torch on fire. Letting out a snort, she quickly retorted, ”Maybe I should, but why does that matter? I’m sure Fiana would be just fine with me socializing with the Omega herd members.” she paused, taking a breath before speaking again. ”Either way, why would you care?” she snapped edgily.

After replaying what she had said through her head, she realized with horror how she must have sounded to the stag. Maybe he didn’t have the best of manners, but still, what she had said was equally (if not worse) then what he had said. She righted herself by saying, ”My apologies, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. I’m not usually this bad.” Then she went silent, hoping that he wouldn’t be offended.