Perfeclty [in]sane

[V.elocity]

Luna
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Perfeclty Insane

The ebony tainted vixen wandered quietly through the land, shadowed by the grey clouds above. The snow crucnhed under her dark ash daggers as they lightly struck the hard earth. Winter. How she loved it. Her steel blue orbs scanned the area for any thing, any one. Even if something was here, it was bound to get away from her. Who ever she tried to talk to they would simply leave her. She thought it was because of her impure blood, cross of the noble Friesian and the strong Arabian. That had to be why they left her. Because she was impure.

The vixen snorted and bobbed her dainty crown, causing her ebony forelock to fall over one side of her ivory masked facade. She lifted her velvet maw high into th crisp air, flaring her nares. The only scents that were brought to her were the aromas of tree sap and squirrel. The donna sighed as flattened her auds against her skull, bobbibg her crown for no reason what so ever.

Luna helted, scraping the ground with a dagger, snow falling off her slight feathering. Whay was no one around?! She raised her maw in the air once more and let out a shrill whinny, hoping that some one would answer her call or come to find her. Maybe she could actually talk to them then. She decided to sit down while waiting. Her hindquarters plunked to the earth, leaving her in an awkward sitting position, much like that of a canine. She would just sit and wait.

[Billie]

"Don't ask me to surrender"
Her voice fell tired and spent
"My hopes and dreams, a silent heart
I carry here within"

Her outstretched wings, left tattered
A sail aged with rust
"A breath in time, that's yours and mine...
it belongs to only us"

Heavy set Boulonnais Stallion walked briskly through the crisp frozen snow, his dainty head bobbing atop muscular neck with every step. Oliver was marching with a purpose. He had heard the call of a mare in these lands, the fact it was a mare did not matter too much to Oliver, she had sounded lonely and that was something they had in common. Since arriving to this land and claiming a home, Oliver had not had much luck with meeting others, let alone making some friends. So the cry of the lonely mare that had carried softly on the cold winter wind had drawn him in, two lonely souls could be fixed in this manner. Perhaps this mare already had a stallion and was just looking for friends, perhaps she was looking for a mate. Oliver did not know that yet, but he was not too concerned, right now the primal urge of the social animal he was had unleashed itself and had to be calmed.

The lightly dappled stallion snorted softly, keeping up this unusually brisk pace over a distance was a little beyond the heavy steed's fitness level. Great clouds of warm air escaped his maw as he breathed heavily, leaving a lingering fog around his muzzle. Oliver paused for a moment, not only to catch his breath but also to get a good look at his surroundings and maybe spy where the mare that had cried out was situated. Standing on a small ridge in the mostly flat land, Oliver did happen to spot a dark coloured horse in the snow ahead, he was unsure if it was the mare that had called, but this horse was sitting unusually and could be hurt; Oliver decided it would be in his best interest to at least investigate. Making his way towards the dark coloured horse, Oliver lifted his pretty head and nickered friendly a greeting, not wanting to startle the stranger.

And I will write her name and cast it to the sky
silhouettes recede into a mother's tearful eyes
a host of angels clamor to her side
a light dissolves to kiss the wind
release the dragonfly

See the rose within the field of white
She's searching for the grail
but the rain descends to snatch the light
from distant dying suns
a faint resounding in the night
calls angels wings to beat
singing silent lip-sewn songs
but the distance is too deep...