PORCELAIN, strider

[lamb ♥]

^{w h e n   i   g e t   t o   w a r w i c k   a v e n u e   ...}

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Complete crap, but give me a post or two to get used to her and it should leve out. C: Had you been sleeping for all of this time? Had the Indian summer perhaps been nothing more than a lingering dream? It felt as if it were true; the sight of the white carpet outside the shelter of your hollow seemed to have come from nowhere, a full foot deep in some places, more in others, and for several moments you could do nothing but stop and stare, blinking your bleary eyes in disbelief. But the initial shock dissipated quickly enough – with a look of utter delight on your typically placid face, you made your first print in the pale and flawless velvet, reveling in the dark blue shadows that appeared to mark where you had been, and the broad and infinite white that marked where you had yet to go. Sister Winter was always your favorite, you thought, breathing contentedly of the crisp air and running after the trails of white that curled off of your teeth and ghosted along your cheekbones. You loved the way that the chill brought out the best in you, how the nights were long and the stars only brighter for it; you loved the mornings glinting on the snow; you loved the haunting silence that settled over your mountain – or did you? Curiously, suddenly, you came to a stop and stood stock-still with the snow glittering all around you, listening for the signature sound of birds, or even the ragged inhale, exhale, of a predator waiting in the light shadows. Wouldn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. But it was true: you had forgotten how much you relied on others to bring color to your life, to sing the lyrics to songs you had written but could not sing yourself. How silent your world was! How colorless, how bland, how inconceivably more so than the winter before, and the one even before that. With a difficult expression you stared at the smothered earth, the dark heartwood of your eyes conflicted; and all around you there was nothing but snow, and cold, and the echoing stillness that came with being alone.

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[Strider]

- S T E R L I N G -

Not for the first time, Sterling thanked the Great Mother for blessing his kind with thicker coats during the winter time. As he sipped from one of the nearly frozen ponds (it was the first one he had seen since he had arrived here that wasn't completely frozen over) his body clenched against the sting of the sheer cold of the freezing liquid. But while the water made him flinch it wasn't altogether unwelcome - the sensation of the water flowing down from his mouth to his stomach made him feel alive and, in a strange way, warm. And, for a horse that had lived and grown up in a land where cold was the only thing he knew, any feeling of warmth and life was welcome.

As he lifted his head away from the pond droplets fell away and returned to their source. The rest he licked from his lips, which he then rubbed against his coat in an attempt to dry them. Chapped lips from the cold were the last things he wanted to deal with. When he was satisfied, the grey stallion pricked his ears forward toward the tree-line. Time to be heading home. By the time it would take him to reach his icy cavern in Vanechka the darkness of night the would have its hold over the world. With one last snort that disappeared into a puff of smoke, he turned away from the water and broke into a trot.

Twisting and turning to maneuver about the terrain, Sterling thoughts began to fade away. Traveling for long distances tended to numb his mind, especially when going home; the journey home was so ingrained into his mind that he essentially went into auto-pilot for the duration. Weaving in and out of the trees - for by now he had been in the forest for quite some time - it was in such a state that he was in when he saw a figure standing just twenty feet in front of him. Snapping out of his life-less state, Sterling pricked his ears forward as he came to a stop. His sense of smell told him that it was a mare and, by the looks of her, she was completely alone.

And not to mention beautiful.

Uncertain if she had seen or heard his approach, Sterling began to move once more, this time avoiding her and moving in an arch about the mare. The last thing he wanted to do was give her the impression that he was there to disturb her business. Nodding his head as he passed and mumbling a quick 'm'lady' beneath his breath (just in case she had seen him he didn't want to appear rude) Sterling swallowed his breath and kept his eyes on his hooves.

OOC: Sorry it took so long my dear!

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