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RestOfEternity
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Sep 3 2013, 02:42 PM
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MYRIEL
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes, Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night, Every change, life has thrown me, I'm thankful, for every break in my heart, I'm grateful, for every scar, Some pages turned, Some bridges burned, But there were lessons learned.
| >>> The lone mare walked cautiously through the homeless grounds, head up, ears swiveling to catch the slightest sounds. There was a brisk autumn breeze ruffling her dark mane, a foreshadowing of winter that was soon to come. It worried the mare a bit- she wanted to find a home, protection, before the winter that always hurt her, always made her weak and unable to do much. Preferably, a stallion would come with a home that was more mild in the winter, but her priority was simply to find someone to care for her. She knew there would be expectations put upon her, and was bravely facing down the terror of having another foal, the risk that a second foal would have the same, or even worse, deformations as the first, the one that had captured her heart but still crushed it when he died.
>>> Wary of stallions, the mare only had ventured to the homeless grounds because she knew that her short coat made winter hard, and the protection of a stallion, hopefully not one that was two-faced, might improve her chances of survival and allow her to thrive even in the cold months. She was a bit scared, a tad nervous at the possibility of facing such betrayal as she had only a year and a half earlier. Some mares would have been hardened, bitter, unable to ever trust again, and this had happened to Myriel for a short time. But meetings with older equines had softened her again, and, while she was not trusting, she was also not embittered or totally set against stallions of any sort. She still wanted a home, and a foal, hopefully, but she needed a stallion who would accept her and any child they may have without bias or prejudice, who would care for her in the most basic sense, in the necessary ways- food, shelter, water- but she did not need love. It had once been a dream of hers to fall in love, but she had grown wise before her time, and she did not aspire to hold a stallion's heart, as she did not believe that she would ever be important enough to one to do so, nor did she want to give her own away. She just wanted a home, a safe place, and perhaps a bit of company every now and then.
>>> The mare halted under a branching tree, the red and gold leaves falling slowly around her, her curved ears pricked as she listened for any equines approaching. She could see other mares in the distance, but she was alone in her little corner, trying to soak up the remaining warmth of the autumn sunshine before it turned to cold light. A lonely nicker found its way from her lips into the cooling air as she lifted her face to soak up what was left of the sun. All there was left to do now was wait.
| | Myriel ¤ 4 years ¤ Kathiawari ¤ 14.2 HH ¤ Coat color ¤ Homeless ¤ Neutral ¤ Foundation |
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Sep 5 2013, 05:54 AM
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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| i've been watching i've been waiting, i've been living for tomorrow Rasmus, despite his tender age, is slowly getting used to the workings of the common grounds, and more importantly; the homeless grounds that lie within it. His manners have already paid off, and two mares have already agreed to live with him in Raven’s Valley and have joined him there in it’s lofty sanctuary. His sire stepping down for him to take the spot of Alpha stallion meant a lot to Rasmus. His father, Kalevi, is by no means ancient or in bad condition, but had let his heir take the throne anyway, which the silver bay stallion is eternally grateful for. He is not after a huge herd or a large legacy, he just wants to do some good in this dark world, and with a stronghold like Raven’s Valley, he can do just that. The land is cosy yet full of life, with his siblings that are yet to leave home, his two mares and his father’s herd as Beta.
His appaloosa coat is beginning to thicken with the onset of winter months, more so than some other equines. Having lived in the Loftlands all his life, his body is used to a harsher mountain climate so prepares the silver bay snowcap early for the winter. It darkens his lovely coat, making a striking copper bay against the pearly white of his spotted markings. In the beautiful colours of autumn, he looks striking as he trots slowly through the trees, not rushing as the runoff from rain can make the ground quite wet. His eyes, which appear silver against the pale sunlight, catch the shapely figure of a young mare standing under one of the trees. Rasmus pulls up, his hindquarters tensing for a moment to deal with the sudden impact of not moving anymore, as he turns his attention towards her, his frosted mane lying mismatched over his neck.
She’s very unusual, a much paler colour than himself with a dark mane and tail, although what catches his eye most is her lovely curved ears. Whatever kind of horse she is, she’s exotic, and alone; a rarity in these parts. She nickers out gently, making the most of the fading sun. In the golden light, the stallion answers her back with a quiet whicker, not wanting to attract the attention of other males. Selfish as that may be, but it is much easier when there is no competition. The appaloosa stallion walks towards her, stopping a respectable distance from the mare before dipping his head in a bow. “Hello there, I hope you don’t mind if I join you.” A somewhat apprehensive smile finds its way to his face. Despite being successful, Rasmus still feels nervous. “My name is Rasmus and I live in Raven’s Valley. May I ask yours?” He follows, hoping she will reply.
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Sep 6 2013, 02:41 PM
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Image © theiceviking.deviantart.com |  I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
| ➸ Proudly the stallion trotted out of the cool ocean. The stallion was slowly getting used to the fact that he was no longer living in Cold Well with his mother, sister and Florence. He was grown up now and had spoken to a stallion named Judah about a beta position. Luckily for him he was allowed to be a beta there for a while, he would stay until he was confident enough to challenge for his own land. The steel gray stallion wasn't sure if he would challenge for a land or search for a land that was unclaimed. Either way he liked Clearic's Realm and would stay there as long as he was allowed. The young stallion shakes his fifteen point three hand figure and the water splashes into every direction. He looked around rather embarrassed because he hadn't checked if there was an equine nearby that got in touch with the water from his body; however he noticed no one in range.
➸ When the gray colored stallion had grown comfortable in Cleric's Realm he made the decision to enter the well-known grounds called the Homeless. The young stallion was not used to the crowd, maybe it wasn't so much but to him it was. Though he had spent the first days of his life in the gathering where many horses stopped by he remembered very little of that place. He then began his travel all the way to Dreamscape when he was about six months old and then they found a stallion named Florence. It appeared to be the love of his mother's life and he was truly grateful that his mother had someone. It made it easier for him to leave his home knowing that Florence would keep his mother company and safe. Pippin would miss his mother very much, and his sister and of course Florence. Though there was also a mare that he would miss very much and that was Coeur. It was the filly he had met a while ago in Dreamscape when he traveled there alone. He had to admit that he had a crush on that filly, or well she was probably a mare now. They had been great friends when they were young but it was a long time since he had spoken to her. He really hoped he could see her again, the last time he had not been able to speak up his mind but he would not forget to do that if he would meet her again. Then he would take the risk to either lose her forever or have her around forever. Pippin got nervous just thinking about it.
➸ The steel gray stallion gazes around the place, hoping to find a mare to approach. He didn't know what he was supposed to do her, well of course he was supposed to approach a mare and offer her what he could offer. He was just confused and unsure about this place. It smelled of desperation which made Pippin feel desperate. But for what he could not know. The stallion keeps on walking and soon he notices a mare, on her own under a tree. A shy smile licks over the stallion's lips and for a moment he stared at her, he had to blink few times until he realized how rude he was just to stand and stare. He hoped that the mare hadn't seen what he had just done. When he is about to take a step forward another stallion invades his scenery. Pippin feels rather sad that this stallion had approached the mare and he saw that he was speaking to her. He drops his head and slowly starts to turn away from the mare. When he has taken few steps away from them he wonders why he should not approach. He thinks for a second until he realizes that another stallion was not a valid reason for him not to approach. He picks up his courage and turns around again and starts to walk towards the mare. However the moment he is about to speak he gets very nervous. This was the first time he had spoken to a mare with the intentions of possibly bringing her back home. "Hey ... I ... umm" he stammers. The gray looks at the mare with an embarrassed expression, a shy smile appears on his lips again. "Hey, my name is Pippin, I hold claim over Grizzly Heights" he then was finally able to get out. To make himself feel better he thought that this could have gone worse. | | Icelandic x Unmol • 15.3 hands • Neutral • Grizzly Heights • Quicksilver x Corvo |
[I edited this a bit, Pippin has just claimed his own land]
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Sep 8 2013, 03:35 PM
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 Image © Christiane Slawik MYRIEL And every tear that had to fall from my eyes, Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night, Every change, life has thrown me, I'm thankful, for every break in my heart, I'm grateful, for every scar, Some pages turned, Some bridges burned, But there were lessons learned. | >>> It was so, so quiet in the small corner of the grounds that Myriel had 'claimed' for her own. And she was lonely- her shyness and anxiety about meeting stallions slowly abating, making way for her fear that no one would want her. But a soft whicker caught her attention, her tall, curved ears swiveling toward the noise. The mare's eyes soon followed, brightening with hope- was that response for her quiet plea? Her answer came soon enough as a handsome stallion approached her, his appearance like something from a dream.
>>> The small mare felt her heart begin to race, anticipating what would happen. She was excited, nervous, trying to be brave. His smile reassured her, as he also seemed a little bit anxious about meeting. The striking stallion introduced himself as Rasmus, of Raven's Valley. He also politely asked her name, something that made a deep impression on the petite mare. She liked stallions that were kind, respectful, actually treating her like she was cared about. "No, I don't mind." She was about to respond with her name, a shy smile overtaking her features, but a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.
>>> The new stallion was steel gray, taller than the buckskin mare, but looked just about as nervous. He was more casual, more unsure, but it was...well, it was sort of cute, the way he introduced himself as Pippin, a beta. Suddenly the mare realized that she was going to have to talk, ask questions, be...well, be charming and fun straight off to have the best chances of finding a home. She took a deep breath, trying to work herself up. "It's wonderful to meet you both. My name is Myriel, and...well, as you can see, I don't have a home," the buckskin said with a slight, coy laugh, flicking her exotic ears every so often, one of her nervous habits she hadn't yet broken. "Would you two tell me a bit about your herds and lands?" the mare asked, hoping for that question to be one to keep them talking, so she wouldn't have to pretend to be confident. She could be once she got comfortable, but she wasn't great at it when she first met other equines, especially two handsome stallions such as these. | | Myriel ¤ 4 years ¤ Kathiawari ¤ 14.2 HH ¤ Coat color ¤ Homeless ¤ Neutral ¤ Foundation |
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