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Post by Wildfire on Oct 26, 2009 17:07:13 GMT -5
~Caspian The trees were bare, naked without their vibrantly hued leaves. Caspian was used to the brilliant colors that usually decorated the forest and now in the middle of her first winter, she longed to gaze up at the canopy and marvel as the sun's rays passed through the leaves like light through a window. Bits of frost and snowflakes dotted her figure, only melting after a couple of minutes near the warmth of her bodice. Her thick winter coat kept out most of the cold, but she would need to find her shelter again before the light faded too much and she would have to face the chilliness of the night alone. Behind her, a trail of hoofprints broke the thin layer of white powder that was accumulating faster and faster on the ground.
The soft clip clop of her poles was the only sound. She was alone in a forest full of hibernating animals as far as she could tell. Lungs expanded and blew out in a huff, sending swirls of her breath rising into the air. The bottom of her banner was now dripping with the wetness of the snow. Up ahead she identified her haven for nights such as these. Only a couple hundred more feet and she would be toasty warm for the night. [/font] |
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Post by TARDIS on Oct 27, 2009 17:53:29 GMT -5
Dustfinger The palomino stallion dropped his head to the ground to study a set of fresh hoof prints in the snow. It was not safe for equines to be out alone in this weather. The cold wasn't the issue, it was the wolves. The wolves roamed this lands in the winter, looking for defenseless loners, much like Dustfinger himself. But the stallion figured he could take them on. Dustfinger lifted his tiara, his optics dancing around the scenery. His auds flicked, trying to catch a sound, any sound at all to let him know thta he was not alone here in this desolate, willowed place. All he could hear though was the sound of his own breath, and the crackle of a branch falling to the ground from a nearby tree. The stallion broke into a trot and follwed the hoof prints. Maybe he could find this other horse before nightfall; it was fast approaching already. Dustinfger snorted and picked up his pace and lifted his muzzle in the air. After a moment or two, the golden stag caught the scent of the equine he was trialing; a mare. He flicked his sandy tail and gave a small buck. Some company would be nice for a change. Only the pale moonlight that broke through the thicket of clouds lit up the willowed forest when Dustfinger spotted her. The palomino halt; he didn't want to frighten her. As a gust of chilled wind blew, Dustfinger let out a whinny, and waited to see what would happen. She would either run or stay, hopefully she would choose to stay. |
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Post by Wildfire on Oct 27, 2009 18:21:45 GMT -5
Caspian Pallid figure made her entrance into the small cavern. It was barely twenty feet deep and ten feet wide, but it was warm and comforting. Outside she could barely see past a couple of feet as the snow began to billow down faster and faster. She felt like she was on the inside of a snow globe. Vision narrowed as her creased lids folded into her line of sight. There was a figure, definitely a moving form approaching her hideaway. Her stance was frozen in place as she locked her gaze on the shadowy figure.
Alert peaks twitched as his call echoed in the cave. He had obviously spotted her, but made no attempt to move forward. Sizing him up, she guessed that he meant her no harm as he wasn’t being forceful with his company. An answering musical call was returned to him, slipping gracefully from the mouth of the fea. In the haven of her cave, she no longer felt the effects of the chilly wind, but it was still cold and she guessed that her visitor was probably getting colder as their heat source failed to light the sky anymore. A grunting snort permitted him to come closer and share her space. Perhaps the pair could keep each other warm through the night.
So long she had been a nomad, occasionally meeting a member of a herd here on Isola Dei Dei, but never had they stayed together long. Solid hoofs thumped on the floor of the cave as she reached its mouth, peering out into the wilderness. Sapphire orbs peered out, waiting to catch finer details of the creature’s appearance. [/font] |
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Post by TARDIS on Oct 27, 2009 19:58:38 GMT -5
Dustfinger The stallion strained to see through the falling snow. It was like a white sheet covering the sky. even the faint moonlight was getting hard to see. This was Dustfinger's first winter here in teh island. He had grown his winter coat, but it wasn't that thikc since he had come from a palce where it was warm almost all year round and when and if they got snow, it wasn't bad at all. The snow stroms here were liek the end of the world to him. He had yet to adapt to the cold of his new home. His auds flicked as he picked up the lyrics of the mare he had called to. Either it was her, or the pitch of the howling wind had changed. The palomino was going to take a guess and say it was her, who ever she was. Dustfinger put his head down and jogged through the piling snow to the mouth of the cavern. It seemed like a safe place. Plus it didn't harbour any scent other than the female's; it was a good thing. Dustfinger hatled, then slowly proceeded into the cave, not knowing to to expect exactly. "Hello?" he called out; his eyes still adjusting to the dim light. |
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Post by Wildfire on Oct 28, 2009 13:42:36 GMT -5
Caspian The mare’s widened pupils could see the minute he reached the mouth of the cave as he eyes had already accommodated the lack of light. He was a palomino, though his coat wasn’t nearly as thick as hers. Stout figure wandered forward from the cave’s depths. Hello, bell-like voice responded. You’re welcome to share the cave if you’d like. Crazy storm coming in… Dome gestured out to the swirling winds that picked up the loose snow on the ground, tossing it about like spirals in the air. However neither the wind nor the snow ever reached their hideout.
Nares tasted his scent, identifying only his own, perhaps he didn’t belong to a herd then? She couldn’t tell exactly. I’m known as Caspian. Not wanting to be rude, she divulged her name with a sweet smile, pearls glistening in the small amount of light they had to view each other. [/font] |
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Post by TARDIS on Nov 28, 2009 10:17:18 GMT -5
Dustfinger The stallion remained still as the mare's voice rang out in the cave. At least she didn't sound hostile at all. That was a very good thing. Dustfinger quickly took the mare up on her offer to share the cavern. The palomino didn't have much of a winter coat. He had come from a much warmer land an in the winter, a heavy coat was not needed. His eyes had finally adjusted to the dim, moonlit cavern. It was fair in size and would be big enough to fit several horses in it without making them uncomfortable. "Thank you." he said with a bob of his head. The mare then began to speak again. She said that her calling was Caspian. It was a beautiful name if he could say so himself. The stallion smiled at her and said "I am Dustfinger." |
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