To Start Over

[V.elocity]

Ascella
Daughter of the stars

The ashen vixen walked through the land with her tiara hanging low to the earth. She sighed and flicked her silvery banner causing several flakes of ivory snow to fall to the earth below. At least the cold season would be drawing to an end fairly soon. It wasn't that she hated the cold, she just preferred it to be a tad bit warmer. This winter hadn't been as bad as the last four had. This year it had been fairly warm, and the blizzard numbers were down, which was always a thing to celebrate.

The fae snorted when a gust of cold wind blew and tousled her banners. She bobbed her large crown, heightening it a bit more so she could see around the snow that was being blown near the ground. Her large chocolate orbs glanced around the snow-covered scenery hoping to catch a glimpse of another wandering soul like herself. Ascella didn't know how long it had been since she'd seen another equine, much less of her own breed. She would converse with all the other breeds and that were impure of blood, but she couldn't imagine living with another breed except for that of her own, the Andalusian.

She figured that that was why she was on her own all the time. She rarely, if ever, came across her own breed. The last 'herd' she had been living in consisted of two other mares and a younger stallion. The stallion that led them didn't even have a land of his own, so they were a nomadic herd. A couple months ago, the stallion had been killed by a pack of wolves, and his mate, Chaira, had been killed along side him. That left just Ascella and the other mare, Mae. Eventually Mae got fed up with being in a group of two and left, to join a herd of mixed blood. Thats when Ascella lost interest in even trying to get her to come back and travel with her.

Ascella sighed, recalling her own memories. She knew that in time, she would find others of her own kind once again and would be able to live with some degree of happiness. Until that day came, she would wander all by herself, alone.

[Billie]

A few flakes of snow fell softly and silently from the grey sky above, Oliver much preferred the snow over the rain, while the snow bought intense cold it made the land beautiful and pure, there was nothing more perfect than the first rays of the morning sun glinting softly on fresh unspoiled snow. Rain was rude and common in comparison, it fell noisily and penetrated some of the best nesting spaces to leave one wet and cold when morning came; the sun hardly ever showed it's face after a rainy night, the sky would remain dark and foreboding all day, promising yet more sky water. The dappled stallion stepped heavily on the fresh snow, the crunching of it beneath his wide hooves was like music to his ears. The thick, furry coat of the heavy horse kept most of the cold out and all this wandering he had been doing since claiming his home had been ensuring his warmth. With his elegant held high by his thick neck, Oliver glanced around, locks of white mane falling over his convex facade. Snorting with annoyance Oliver lowered his head and shook his silky mane away from his eyes when he noticed some tracks in the snow leading off to the right of him. Lowering his dark muzzle to the snow, Oliver snuffled at the tracks, they were obviously horse tracks and appeared to be someone he had not become acquainted with yet.

Following the faint tracks in the snow, the lightly dappled stallion soon spied a pale horse wandering almost aimlessly ahead. Oliver raised his head a nickered a greeting to the horse, which seemed to be a mare. Pausing where he stood, Oliver waited for the mare to turn around and greet him. He hadn't much luck so far with his mare encounters, so he didn't want to get too close to this femme and frighten her with his large stature. What they say about heavy horses being docile was quite true for Oliver, but standing at 17.3 and weighing almost a ton often gave the impression of a temperament at the opposite end of the scale. Oliver considered himself quite the gentleman when it came to mares, though only if they were ladylike in return. The foolish antics of young colts and fillies flirting and playing silly was meant for them and only them, when seeing adult horses engage in such behaviour it made the Boulonnais stallion wonder if they had missed out such opportunities in their youth.