Post by mozart on Jun 24, 2010 15:48:26 GMT -6
These lands were something rich, alive and new; a spring after a long, harsh winter. The first scent of flowers after nothing but ice. The glow of the sun after the bite of snow. She had sought acceptance into the herd of the newly crowned King Dastor, and she was happy with her choice; afterall, her visions had directed her to this place. She smiled knowingly as she stood there, her long brown and white mane draped about her slender nape, her velvet nostrils pressing open and closed every few seconds with her breathing. Despite being not much out of the ordinary to look at, De La Soul had something in her eyes that was quite unlike anything else. In spite of her plain, not too beautiful face, in her shimmering eyes, the mare was confident, bold, intelligent and knowledgeable. She would also never be beaten down, even though she was not the most physically strong.
She fought fire with fire, aggression with aggression. She was a proud young mare and did not take kindly to being insulted or ordered to do anything. Arrogant youth was hers for now, in these initial years of her life when any equine thinks they are invincible, untouchable. She did not take herself too seriously though, as her visions made her wise beyond her mere few years. As she sighed and dipped her head down to the edge of the body of water she stood beside, she allowed her mind to be cleared as the cooling waters slipped with icy fingers down her parched throat. She forgot sometimes, in her daydreams and visions, that she was indeed a regular horse and needed to eat and to drink. Sadly, some days required too much thinking and her basic needs were always first to suffer and be put aside. Important things were at stake. Life sometimes just had to wait.
A little jolt, like a small shock of electricity, nipped at her head then and she lifted her head sharply from the waters and stepped back rapidly. The approach of someone with great authority, the start of something unimaginable, a bond that would be hard to break, and eternity. Snap! Back to reality. De La Soul snorted loudly and sucked in deep breaths of air. As usual, of course, her vision made no sense to her, but she knew it involved her in some way, the visions only hurt when they involved her.
She fought fire with fire, aggression with aggression. She was a proud young mare and did not take kindly to being insulted or ordered to do anything. Arrogant youth was hers for now, in these initial years of her life when any equine thinks they are invincible, untouchable. She did not take herself too seriously though, as her visions made her wise beyond her mere few years. As she sighed and dipped her head down to the edge of the body of water she stood beside, she allowed her mind to be cleared as the cooling waters slipped with icy fingers down her parched throat. She forgot sometimes, in her daydreams and visions, that she was indeed a regular horse and needed to eat and to drink. Sadly, some days required too much thinking and her basic needs were always first to suffer and be put aside. Important things were at stake. Life sometimes just had to wait.
A little jolt, like a small shock of electricity, nipped at her head then and she lifted her head sharply from the waters and stepped back rapidly. The approach of someone with great authority, the start of something unimaginable, a bond that would be hard to break, and eternity. Snap! Back to reality. De La Soul snorted loudly and sucked in deep breaths of air. As usual, of course, her vision made no sense to her, but she knew it involved her in some way, the visions only hurt when they involved her.