Post by creamwolfgurl on Apr 5, 2007 1:14:47 GMT -5
Long ago, when the gods conversed freely with their lesser creations, in the skies above Greece, there was a huge, unmoving Cloud. If you had the chance to properly see this Cloud, you would see a large herd of Horses upon it, roaming freely, talking, and living off the Cloudgrass. Of course, they only talked to those they thought worthy. They had another abnormality among horses: they had Wings. Great, powerful wings that matched the colour of its owner’s hide.
The Herd Stallion was an intense chestnut pintaloosa with brilliant blue eyes and the build of a warrior. He was called Sairon. He had recently begun foraging around the other Cloud Herds, as so many of his sons and daughters were leaving, and taking some of the best mares. He still had plenty of fight in him and had won easily, taking with him a beautiful white mare and her young strawberry foal. Some of his younger sons, not yet leaving, were taking interest in her.
In particular, Lunar, named for his pale gold hide, was hanging around her. She looked more interested in Sawrah, a good-looking grey with more power than brain or kindness. He too was offspring of another stallion (and glad of that was Sairon. Looks were one thing but cruelty was another.) Sawrah was glad the filly liked him better than Lunar as he liked being better in any way. He recognised in Lunar something that would grow to match- and outmatch- him. He couldn’t stand being beaten.
The filly pranced toward Sawrah and whickered, soft nose trembling as she extended it to him. He snorted, trotted round her and, with a nip, made her start away from her mother and the herd. She shook her head at him and stopped with an air of finality. He bit her painfully on the withers and had started to drive her when a flash of moonlight that was Lunar whacked into him incredibly hard, throwing him off balance while Lunar slashed and sunk its teeth into Sawrahs neck.
Sawrah struggled back. “How was Lunar doing this?” He thought angrily” I’m bigger, stronger and better at fighting!” but when he stepped forward again and tried to grab Lunar and shake him, he found he couldn’t get near him.
Lunar was as insubstantial as a moonbeam. Sawrah could bear it no longer. He took to the skies and was infuriated and mortified when he heard Lunars triumphant nicker to the filly.
She stepped forward and nuzzled him, while saying softly “Thank-you. I am Eve. My father was Syrinthius of DarkStorm.” Lunar replied, “Eve, I am Lunar of the Golden hide. My father stands above.” He huffed out once. “That’s the formalities over. Are you OK, Eve?”
“Sure I am. That bully didn’t have a chance to hurt me before you were there. Thank you.”
But she couldn’t quite hide the wince as she shook her neck. He was beside her in a heartbeat, tenderly licking the wound made by Sawrah’s teeth.
She turned to him and spoke softly. “Lunar, I cannot be with you. I still run with my mother, though I am of age. She will miss me so. I cannot leave.”
He nodded. “I understand. I shall not leave for a while anyway. I’ll wait for you.”
“No.” she snorted at him. “I won’t be responsible for you not leaving. You should have the finest herd of these young ones.”
“Why?” His deep melting-chocolate eyes looked into her. Her Celtic-blue ones looked right back. “Because you are the finest stallion here, your father not counted, he is above any but you will become better even than him. You stand out if any mare really looks. I did not look but went for Sawrah, he seems better at first glance, and you will always get a second look. That second look proves you better than any. When you are grown the first look will suffice.” She spoke seriously; she was heartfelt in her sayings. She smiled and shook a creamy pink wing at him. “Now, I must be getting back to Mother. Bye.” She leapt into the air and left him to his musings.
Above, Sawrah waited for a chance to strike and now he took it. Winging down from the small cloud he had been hiding behind, he landed heavily on Lunar. Lunar had heard him and whipped around, fast enough to get in a kick before Sawrah landed. His lithe body whirled in a dance of blow and counter-blow. Struggling back, he began to lead the larger horse in a procession through clumps of cloud. Drawing ever closer to his parents.
Eve flitted through the air. She knew she needed to find her mother but didn’t seek her. She was thinking. Her tail shimmered in the glow of the setting sun as she wondered about her father. Her mother had been in a Herd that was not her father’s as her mother had been stolen. White mares often were.
Lunar flung himself backwards, wings pushing him up as he kicked, hard. He caught Sawrah a blow that knocked him back, while Lunar made his escape. Snorting, he shook his head at Sawrah “What was that for? Jealous!?”
“No, I just hate seeing idiots that think they’re better than any other horse.” Sawrah retorted.
Lunar laughed. “Sawrah, you shouldn’t talk about yourself that way.”
((And now I'm stuck))
The Herd Stallion was an intense chestnut pintaloosa with brilliant blue eyes and the build of a warrior. He was called Sairon. He had recently begun foraging around the other Cloud Herds, as so many of his sons and daughters were leaving, and taking some of the best mares. He still had plenty of fight in him and had won easily, taking with him a beautiful white mare and her young strawberry foal. Some of his younger sons, not yet leaving, were taking interest in her.
In particular, Lunar, named for his pale gold hide, was hanging around her. She looked more interested in Sawrah, a good-looking grey with more power than brain or kindness. He too was offspring of another stallion (and glad of that was Sairon. Looks were one thing but cruelty was another.) Sawrah was glad the filly liked him better than Lunar as he liked being better in any way. He recognised in Lunar something that would grow to match- and outmatch- him. He couldn’t stand being beaten.
The filly pranced toward Sawrah and whickered, soft nose trembling as she extended it to him. He snorted, trotted round her and, with a nip, made her start away from her mother and the herd. She shook her head at him and stopped with an air of finality. He bit her painfully on the withers and had started to drive her when a flash of moonlight that was Lunar whacked into him incredibly hard, throwing him off balance while Lunar slashed and sunk its teeth into Sawrahs neck.
Sawrah struggled back. “How was Lunar doing this?” He thought angrily” I’m bigger, stronger and better at fighting!” but when he stepped forward again and tried to grab Lunar and shake him, he found he couldn’t get near him.
Lunar was as insubstantial as a moonbeam. Sawrah could bear it no longer. He took to the skies and was infuriated and mortified when he heard Lunars triumphant nicker to the filly.
She stepped forward and nuzzled him, while saying softly “Thank-you. I am Eve. My father was Syrinthius of DarkStorm.” Lunar replied, “Eve, I am Lunar of the Golden hide. My father stands above.” He huffed out once. “That’s the formalities over. Are you OK, Eve?”
“Sure I am. That bully didn’t have a chance to hurt me before you were there. Thank you.”
But she couldn’t quite hide the wince as she shook her neck. He was beside her in a heartbeat, tenderly licking the wound made by Sawrah’s teeth.
She turned to him and spoke softly. “Lunar, I cannot be with you. I still run with my mother, though I am of age. She will miss me so. I cannot leave.”
He nodded. “I understand. I shall not leave for a while anyway. I’ll wait for you.”
“No.” she snorted at him. “I won’t be responsible for you not leaving. You should have the finest herd of these young ones.”
“Why?” His deep melting-chocolate eyes looked into her. Her Celtic-blue ones looked right back. “Because you are the finest stallion here, your father not counted, he is above any but you will become better even than him. You stand out if any mare really looks. I did not look but went for Sawrah, he seems better at first glance, and you will always get a second look. That second look proves you better than any. When you are grown the first look will suffice.” She spoke seriously; she was heartfelt in her sayings. She smiled and shook a creamy pink wing at him. “Now, I must be getting back to Mother. Bye.” She leapt into the air and left him to his musings.
Above, Sawrah waited for a chance to strike and now he took it. Winging down from the small cloud he had been hiding behind, he landed heavily on Lunar. Lunar had heard him and whipped around, fast enough to get in a kick before Sawrah landed. His lithe body whirled in a dance of blow and counter-blow. Struggling back, he began to lead the larger horse in a procession through clumps of cloud. Drawing ever closer to his parents.
Eve flitted through the air. She knew she needed to find her mother but didn’t seek her. She was thinking. Her tail shimmered in the glow of the setting sun as she wondered about her father. Her mother had been in a Herd that was not her father’s as her mother had been stolen. White mares often were.
Lunar flung himself backwards, wings pushing him up as he kicked, hard. He caught Sawrah a blow that knocked him back, while Lunar made his escape. Snorting, he shook his head at Sawrah “What was that for? Jealous!?”
“No, I just hate seeing idiots that think they’re better than any other horse.” Sawrah retorted.
Lunar laughed. “Sawrah, you shouldn’t talk about yourself that way.”
((And now I'm stuck))
