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| Face the truth; Teodora | |
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| TheIceViking | May 27 2014, 01:01 PM Post #1 |
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CLOSED For Aeson only Teodora gray with golden stripes • neutral • zebra x ara-andalucian • 15.1 hands • cherika x zamir • homeless » Leaving home felt wrong, especially when she did not get a proper chance to say goodbye to her parents. At first the trio had been very close but as the years passed by they seemed to drift apart. Teodora had figured out her mother was not completely healthy in the head which had caused some struggle. One moment she was caring and the other she was cold. Teodora was a bit close with her father though, but if she could decide, she would have wanted to be even closer to her father. It was too late to wish that now though, she had made her decision to leave her old home to seek a new one. It was terrifying though, she did not know what to expect. All her seconds had been spent within the borders of her previous home. » The scent in the grounds was confusing, it was hard to detect a single one. They all mixed together creating a heavy odour of confusion. Maybe she would get used to the massive amount of scent that lingered here ... if she would stay that long that is. She had not spoken to anyone who had been in these grounds before and did not know what to expect from here. Perhaps it was normal to stay here for a few days before finding a suitable home, maybe only few minutes. Maybe it just depended. The uncertainty was causing an anxious knot to form in her stomach. The chilly breeze was also not helping, she shivered a bit as her legs moved forward. The snow only reached her ankles, but she was not lucky enough to sport feathers like she had noticed on few horses. Her bright blue eyes gazed around, not focusing on anything in particular. » After a few minute walk around the area that young striped mare came to a halt near a shelter. The pine trees were covered in snow and their branches were covered in heavy snow. When they gave in and curved under the snow it created a nice shelter away from the snow that slowly but steadily fell to the ground. Teodora walked under the tree and shook the snow out of her stick up mane and her thin coat. Even though the branches were providing her shelter and a little hideout she was visible to others around. Her blue eyes remained unfocused. I'm off to find, my world, my dreams, Carve my niche, sew my seams Remember as I sail my seas, I'll love you all the way |
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| `d e p p | May 29 2014, 02:27 PM Post #2 |
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I think everybody's nuts.
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![]() and a larger version of the beautiful boy<3 ________________________________________________________________________________________ A E S O N Let me out of this dream . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It is not often that I find myself travelling through the Homeless grounds—I have come across a majority of my mares by either the Quick Claim or (let’s be honest) by sheer luck. Even so, this land is not entirely foreign to me, as I do have a meeting or two of experience gathered under my belt. However, the unmistakable sinking of my gut plagues me yet again, and I find that my features drift deeper into gloom the further I wander into the desperate grasp of this place. I can’t imagine how the mares must feel coming here. Even I, as a stallion, am uneasy and nervous enough—to be on the other end, to have to choose a life decision in a matter of moments…it is nothing short of terrifying. Of course, not all individuals are as insecure as I am. I try to pretend that I am not so unsure about everything—myself, life as a whole—and sometimes I feel like I could succeed. Still, it is hard to hide from the facts, the truth written in the blood that courses through my veins and defines my very existence. By all rights, I shouldn’t be here, at least in my opinion. A murderer, an outcast; she didn’t have to die for me, she shouldn’t have. But neither of you had any control! They might tell me, but their reassurances do little to soothe the rioting of my thoughts and the aching of my heart. I should have known her, at least. I want to. The long length of my black tail whips sharply through the wintry air, slapping either side of my flanks in a silent display of the chaos that rebels just beneath the surface. I do my best to push the thoughts away, but the best I can manage is to postpone them for a little while, to delay their aggressive invasions. A hazy plume writhes through the cold air as a snort flutters across my dark nostrils, and I shake my head as my disheveled mane dances from side-to-side. Seeking to distract myself, I cast my brown eyes about, searching for anything or anyone that might offer some reprieve. Powdery flakes of snow fall slowly from the white sky, but my vision is not completely restricted yet. I find a figure nestled beneath the protection of a bowed tree, and hoping that it is a mare (no need for more awkwardness than usual), I change my path in the equine’s direction. Much to my relief, I am able to distinguish her as a lady as I draw closer, coming to a halt a comfortable distance away. I do not step under the tree with her, for fear of invading her privacy, instead offering a short throaty whicker. “I don’t suppose you’d be adverse to company,” I smile faintly, the action brief before it is stolen by the chilled breeze, “my name is Aeson, from The Weeping Towers.” I squint my eyes slightly against the cold, waiting for her response. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ‘I can't turn this around, I keep running into walls that I can't break down — LET ME OUT OF THIS DREAM.’ zebroid hybrid stallion . rowan x siason . seven years old . seal bay w/striped legs . brown eyes . neutral . 16hh |
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