Post by merel on Mar 20, 2006 9:14:23 GMT -5
//When the last beams of sunlight fade away.\\
//And birds sing their last songs of the day.\\
//Then the equine of the moutains comes near.\\
//A golden vixen who will appear.\\
//Calm and steady as she is.\\
//There is no stallion she will miss.\\
//Only he comes in the night.\\
//Will find in the darkness the brightest light.\\
Paper thin nares flared with every breath as the aroma of an unknown brujo washed over her darkened maw, a snort of aggravation was erupted from her velveteens, harks were pulled back and forth trying to catch the inaudible sound of an other equine, deep dark brown hues gazed into the distance, the touch of copper shimmering brightly. With the realization that the stallion had left these grounds already, a slight grin was smirked upon the vixen's dial.
A figurine now emerged from the shadows, coal colored feet carried the golden painted femme of petite height proudly forwards. Duel colored tassle flicked from side to side behind her light frame, calm the vixen stepped across the landscape, long bladed grass lashing softly against her pillars. There the mare of an unusual height halted and scanned the terra with a piercing gaze, no one seemed to entered these lands now. No one would when soon the night would arrive.
Muscles relaxed under the last beams of bright warm sunlight, visage was lowered towards the earth to enjoy the long wavy grass. A soft breeze playing with the vixen's banner, warm it brushed over her silken skin, golden painted skin shimmered in light what slowly faded away. An inaudible sigh of calmness escaped the femme's vocals, the sound quickly fading away in the warm atmosphere.
A blackbird sang his last song before the day would end, the melodic sound drifted calmly trough the air, as if it was made a lullaby for the unknown femme. In silence the golden vix grazed upon the field, waiting for the darkness to come...