:.:.:Blustering Winter:.:.:

[Wildfire]

Bess~

Life's a game but its not fair
I break the rules so I don't care

The pregnant mare stood with her back to the wind. Its fury whipped and teased her tassles so that they were splayed all across her bodice. Her belly had swollen to twice its normal size. Already she could feel the little one move around a little bit. A tiny flutter in her stomach or a light nudge from her offspring constantly reminded her of its presence. Velvet maw reached around to nuzzle her barrel. Her thick winter coat kept her warm, but not warm enough on blustery days like this. She shivered slightly, clinging to her shelter with more strength. She hadn't seen the little one's father since they'd crossed the border and didn't even have a clue as to whether or not he knew she was definitely carrying his offspring. And he certainly didn't know her other little secret...that one she'd kept from him even after he bred her. He had no clue of the mighty powers the little one would be born with.

Another forceful gust of wind blew like ice against her hide. Her form was rigid with the cold except for the permanent shaking it seemed her body had resorted to. The bush next to her shook with her. With a sigh, her hind end lowered delicately to the snow covered tierra. Her warm breath caused a stream of vapor to swirl like mist next to her crania. Forelegs folded neatly underneath her belly and next came down her boa, wrapping around her shoulder so that she could tuck her maw up against her middle. Harks flitted about, wary of hunters that could easily take down a pregnant mare. Somewhere in the far off distance, there was a pack of wolves, that much she could tell. But the painful cry that matched their noise was unlike any sound she'd heard. Brow furrowed in curiosity and her orbs swept the clearing, wondering what that had been all about.[/left]

So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain

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[dezperation]

w i n d y
This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms, that I'm passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going
....

How very glorious a day. Windy strode leisurely through the forests of Inferno Su Terra, allowing the icey fists of the wind to batter her. It grabbed at her long whisps of mane and tail, tugging and tangling them into unruly dreads of ebony. This did nothing to aid the black mood that hung over the fae. Dry leaves fallen from the trees high above caught the wind, twirling and twisting in a carefree dance before falling to the frosty ground once more. Courious that the trees cast off their coats in the most unforgiving of the seasons while all the others grew out their fur in protection against the cold. Mindless, stupid trees.
Windy paused her aimless wandering. Did the herd ever keep together? She could not count back the days since she had encountered another of her kind. It was as if she was still a loner, no one to stake claim to her. In fact, she had not even met any of the herd save for Orpheus, whom had brought her where she was. And where was that? Utterly no where. Pity, pity, pity. What life could Windy have enjoyed had she chosen to go with that other mare...the light mare, whom had promised...what had she promised? Windy could not recall. The fae exhaled sharply through her nostrils. The cold bit at her as she inhaled again. Glorious, glorious. She felt suddenly ravenous, and very empty. The fae began to walk again, her determined stride not faultering even when those irritating leaves slapped at her sides.
After a few moments of this though, the fae halted again. All about her the forests seemed to streach on and on. Bloody trees. Windy voiced her frustration in a long, airy whinny that seemed to only get lost on the wind. Bloody winter.

....

I'm not afraid because I know
this is my temporary home.

[sibber-chow]

Orpheus had been gone for far too long; it was something he had promised himself he would never do to the herd. That is why it had fallen beneath Hannibal. That is why his father lost his mother, his brother, and him too. Or, at least, that is how warped Orpheus saw it. Yet, the twisted child had followed closely in the steps of his father, but he had much more reasonable an excuse for his absence, right? His life was turmoil and his mate was dead. Snorting, the once proud hellion shook his crown; that was no excuse – none at all. The scent of a familiar mare caught his nares, and the half-blooded Era quickly changed his pace. Despite the new direction, his movements were not in haste. Rather he seemed sluggish, as if battling over something in his thoughts.

There was a cross-wind and had been one for a while now. Initially, he had thought it to be the element’s mourning, but now the hellion was not so sure. He constantly had a bitter taste in his mouth and a knot in his gut. Orpheus knew that something more than just the uprising war was threatening his herd. Little did he know that it was his re-birthed father though. The wind fell unable to explain to him the cause of its constant turmoil. However, the young lad was well aware that his mother, too, was burdened by the wind’s distorted warnings.

Finally, blue orbs caught glimpse of dear Windy. A light whuffle parted his lips, and his head was held at much more modest a height than she’d ever been likely to see. He must have looked a mess – blood and mud staining his light coat and his ribs protruding from beneath the shaggy fur.

Slight shock was in his orbs as he realized Bess to be near as well. He had not even scented the lovely mare. Another whuffle parted his lips in recognition of her and her well-swollen barrel. Orpheus was glad to see both mares to be safe, although his heart was still in constant pain over the loss of his mate.