Post by .::.immortal.::. on Jan 19, 2007 15:19:56 GMT -5
Cool, dry air whisked through the mountain tops, soothing the sweating mare's sweltering bodice. Her features were masked in dripping sweat, her chest heaving in convulsions. A last push of the dam sprung life to a bright eyed filly, never to know the warm embrace of her mother. The vixen laying dead on the lush grasses could not even utter a blessing to the youth before her life slipped.
Adoption is rare in the equine world, especially when the foster parents already have a lively colt to attend to. But miracles happen, and the abandon flicka was picked up by a caring pair. The dove of the odd family, Vannesa, had convinced the grump of a hellion, Talkon, to take the lone child under their care.
It was through the caring vixens nourishment and lively romps with the blood child of the couple, Marrar, that the young one had survived. Now blessed with an angelic call, Adriena, she set off to explore the wide globe.
But it did not take long for the world to fall into tumult. Adriena's long been play partner had turned to a wicked heart. What was once joy was hate, and love, anger. Rallying the others who shared his despise of heavenly realm he set of to take charge of the equus lands. Adriena, however, would not stand back as her childhood friend grew wild. She rallied her own troops and sent off to meet the dark forces sweeping over the globe.
The two equines, both only three years of age, saw each other as their troops collied. But neither could bear to see the destruction of another, even through the solid black of Marrar's soul. They each held a remembrance of olden times. The coltine withdrew the troops of darkness and confined them to the western side of the equine lands. The angelic troops remained on the east.
Only a narrow rivulet and it's surrounding banks divide the opposing forces, but tension is brewing, and the stormy clouds foreshadow death.