A Storm Awaits (open)

[nala]

Casanova

News spread fast on the mountain wind as well as with thundering equine hooves. Though Casanova lived more of a solitary life, he had recently heard about the stirring within the royal court as well as a supposed uprising in the southern territories. His white, feathered hooves had brought him this far out of curiosity, but he felt an unknown force pulling him aback.

A storm was brewing. Wither this was a coincidence or not, the large grey and white stallion couldn't tell, but as he stood looking down into the valley of the monarchy the wind was harsh enough for him to pause in his movements. As if called, white flurries picked up so harshly they blinded his way down the hills.

Any ordinary equine, unskilled in the ways of mountain winters would have cowered against the wind with their tails turned towards the wind. This was the way to die, and Nova had learned this lesson his first winter with his mother. Instead the clumsy stallion lowered himself to the ground, covered with what shelter he could find near by, and turned his head to the storm. The ice will not be able to get under your coat this way, my son. His mother's breathy whisper warmed his ears. This wasn't going to be a blizzard; soon the wind would pass and allow him to make his decision.

[roseatknight]

Aille was very unused to the harsh cold of the northern territories. Though throughout her tedious traveling her coat had thickened into a feathered fuzz she had not put on enough weight to keep out the cold completely. She had learned that movement was essential to her survival during the harsh winds that whipped throughout the mountain range. At this moment she was moving in a swift trot seeking shelter from the icy breeze. Her nostrils flared sending out billowy gasps of thick white cloud as it hit the bitter chill in the air. She tossed her head flexing her muscles to keep them warm and remove the oncoming stiffness. Why had she felt so driven to journey into these mountains? Something inside her had pulled her this direction, when she slept it felt as if the ominous grey peaks were calling to her. Though she had attempted to resist the tug inside her eventually she had given in and set her inner compass northward.

Her ears flicked in many directions as she absorbed the new surroundings in earnest. There were many trees covering the landscape and the terrain was extremely rocky. She stepped lightly, lowering her head so that she could watch her feet. This land was somewhat more treacherous than what she was used to in the southern regions, she decided caution would definitely be her friend. She paused for a moment on the higher part of a slope. She thought she had caught sent of another equine near by. She lifted her head pointing her muzzle upward to better receive the scent. It seemed to be sourced from somewhere up wind and was definitely equine. Aille pawed the ground apprehensively. She knew that traveling in numbers was sometimes essential to survival, but at the same time she did not trust other’s that she did not know. She was very wary of approaching the unknown individual. She paused her nervous pawing and quieted her breathing to listen, pricking her ears forward and stretching out her neck. It didn’t seem as if the other was on the move at this time, which gave her the opportunity to approach them instead of the other way around.

Aille had made her decision. She was going to move closer and then call out in greeting a fair distance away. She began walking again in a slow lengthened stride. She stepped lightly so as to not make too much noise as she approached the other equine. Soon enough she came into sight of the other. Before her lay a large heavy stallion. He was grey and painted luxuriously, with a thick white marking that covered most of his face. He was different than any other equine she had ever encountered in the southern lands. She whinnied softly so as not to startle him and reared up slightly as she tossed her head in greeting. She hoped in earnest that he was kind. She did not possess the strength in that moment to fight off a stallion as large as he.

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[nala]

A faint voice tickled at Nova's ears as he lay facing the cold. He didn't quite believe it to be real at first, thinking it was only his mother, but as he thought silently he realized how close the voice sounded. The grey stallion turned his head from the wind, glancing behind him. Oh, he exclaimed trying to pick himself off the ground. I'm sorry miss I didn't see you back there. Nova dipped his head respectfully to the mare, not knowing what else to do.

What are you doing out and about in such weather? She was much smaller then him and her coat looked as if it had only grown out this one time. She looked so cold, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. The snow flew around them and the coldblooded animal wondered if it would still be dangerous to travel down the valley to shelter. He would risk it for a freezing mare.

ooc: SORRRYYYY FOR THE TIMEEE

[roseatknight]

Aille watched as the stallion stood against the wind eyeing her. She must look a sight with sweat streaked fur and shivering muscles. She lowered her head slightly acknowledging his friendly greeting. Her breath came out in shaking gasps. She was freezing, and the wind seemed as if it would only grow stronger. What was she doing up here… so far from her regular climate. So far from home. That she knew not in the least. She shook her mane and flicked her tail ferociously trying to keep herself moving and stimulating her muscles. Every time she stood still for too long her muscles stiffened and the chill crept into her bones. Nice to meet you. And pardon my intrusion. She hoped he wasn’t upset with her, but she needed help desperately. She wasn’t the type to blindly trust a stranger, but in her moment of desperation she knew if she didn’t find someone who knew the land she could possibly die. She huffed softly and stamped her feet to keep the circulation. She just had to ask. May I request your help. I know that it may be of greatest inconvenience, but I am cold, lost, and afraid. I do not know what to do.

She shook vigorously removing the excess snow that had fallen over her back and shoulders. Her tail was wet as well as her mane. She would give her right foreleg for shelter and warmth at this point in time. She had made a mistake traveling so far in unknown and treacherous lands.

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