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Posted by Charybdis on November 29, 2008, 10:35 am
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Winter's grasp was quite sodden and chilly here in the depths of the glade; there was white blanketing all throughout the trees, foliage and leaf loam. The winters had not yet covered the entirity of the landscape, but there were patches of thick, deep snow where perhaps ditches or hollows were made by little creatures. Such things were dangerous for a horse's fragile fetlock, so wherever I stepped, I made sure to take a careful prodding at the area before surely laying my foot down to the earth. I had known a young mare whom had misstepped in my past, after a snowstorm. She miscalculated the distance of where the snow was deep, and she slipped, breaking her leg. She died- feral equines have no way to heal and care for themselves while keeping out of predator's targets. Here in Legend, we had Oracles and Seers- but back when I was a common herd horse... We had to leave her to die, else the entire herd would be in danger. I was fairly positive such a thing happened to everyone in their past, if they were not born here. Horses die left right and center, and there was always danger abound.
My hoofsteps carried my short appaloosa frame over to the edge of a small creek, the water trickling and sloshing as it made its way down a slope. A dark mane flowed slowly into my hazel orbits as I bowed my head to take a quick drink of the iced liquid. It looked like liquid mercury, silver and smooth. But the taste was refreshing and familiar; it was then that I knew I wanted to command this very element. Water had an attachment to my name, and I wished to honour that for my mother whom had named me so.
A disturbance of the tranquility over to my left forced my head up, pinions erect as I watched in frustration, the snow fly up. I was about to call out an annoyed gesture, but my hazel eyes clapped onto the form of a small bay filly. Immediately, my anger dissipated into a friendly, welcoming feeling, and my heart warmed. There was always something about foals that drew my attention; whether it was because I wished to be one again or I had a motherly attachment, well. That would probably always remain a mystery, even to myself.
The little filly approached at a safe pace, watching me with interest while she questioned the weight of my shoulders. I swivelled my ears to the sides in amazement at how such a young horse could notice the details, but. It was intriguing.
I raised my head, looking at her kindly for a moment, before I spoke out in my cracked voice, "Well... Being a Spy is a great responsibility, young one. I am Charybdis of Ni'Srilan. And you are?"
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