'all i can say'

[♦ plague]

I had just passed over the great mountains and slowly made my way through the thick dense woods. My tall slender stature was made for speed. Once I passed through the last group of thick oak looking trees I came upon a huge flat like meadow with tons and tons of just blooming flowers there were red tiger lily looking flowers, yellow daisies and blue baby breaths, there was also white and purple and pinkish flower that I think were called tulips. It was beautiful here almost like a dream or some kind of magical paradise that the rest of the world never even knew existed. Flicking my dark bay ears back and forth, I had my right ear forward and my left ear pinned sideways unsure of this strange and beautiful place.
My hazel eye scanned the land for and other life other than the rabbits and birds. I heard a crunching sound but when I looked toward my far left it was just a deer and her fawn grazing on the lush grass that was mouth watering to anyone even if you weren’t hunger. I was almost speechless as my long slender legs carried a little further into this wonderful paradise I heard what sounded like a waterfall… a small one I know what the sound of a waterfall sounds like, I kept my short silky black tail tucked tight against my dock and my one ear cocked to the side a little nervous about whom was residing in this land. Finally as I got closer toward the sound of running water I was only able to bring one word off my pink tongue. woaaaah… my voice was low and shocked at this place It seemed like this place had not one finger print of the outside world’s evil that had pretty much consumed everything else…

WORD COUNT: 308

[`* isis]

she had wandered far since the meeting with black, ava and the newest edition to the growing forgotten valley herd, chimera, the daughter of the late nevaeh. nevaeh had been isis's first friend in midnight acres; they had met on coco bay during a rain storm... her first friend... and she was dead, murdered by the sorry excuse for a stallion, chaos. former ruler of hollow woods. the second she'd heard the news, she made a promise to herself that she would never to meet up with chaos, because she wouldn't be able to restrain herself in the presence of such a hateful stallion. she loathed him, and just the thought of his name sent her into a rage. she hated him.

but she loved little chimera; such a sweet young filly, whose had endured watching her own father kill nevaeh. isis adored that tiny palomino foal, like she was her own. and in a way, she felt compelled to watch out for her. before nevaeh's brutal death, isis had made her a promise: that she would keep her then unborn foal safe from chaos. and nev's death did nothing to nullify that pact; if anything, it made isis's desire to protect chimera even stronger. she just hoped she wouldn't let herself -or anyone else- down...

whispered fragments of resonance reached lazily swiveling onyx auds, long duo-toned stilts stretched lazily to eat up the thawing wet ground that squelched beneath ebonite dinner-plate sized daggers, around which an abundance of black, muddied tresses swung, stirred faintly by the idle tendrils of a dying breeze. beneath her swollen bodice, water oozed out of the soil to form a puddle round her sunken hooves. her shoulders slowly drifted in and out with the deep, slow breaths that rushed into her lungs. her wandering was aimless, a habit of years that was as much a part of her as her gentle soul. today was no different; she wasn't sure of her destination, yet somewhere in her bones she could feel a cold trickling, a rushing water that compelled her to drift in some direction, that, at the moment, seemed to have little bearing on anything.

after an hour at a slow walk, and lead by some unseen hand -guided by a high, delicate voice that howled above the trees in a faint musical language that made no sense, yet was so easy to understand, to follow- isis arrived at the destination chosen out for her, surprised at where the lilting voice had lead her. it was the waterfall, whose river flowed out from the glacial mountains that bordered the land with their tall, jagged peaks, black against the slowly setting sun. the lake the waterfall splashed into had finally thawed, and with it, came the spring run off that swelled the already swollen river to a rushing torrent of icy cold, clear water that spilled over the edge of the blackened cliffs to plummet slowly earthward in a stream. through the tiny drops of water that fell from the sky sunlight shone, the prisms of water refracting the golden rays into a hundred tiny rainbows. the lush green grass had sprung up quickly, and interspersed among the green blades of grass were tiny wildflowers, miniscule splashes of color amongst the emerald green the carpeted the earth. everything was in full bloom, the trees with tiny green buds sprinkled like dew over their branches, and the beautiful luscious flowers that waved to the whim of a slight breeze.

but what was even more surprising was that this magical, lush waterfall meadow was already occupied. another equine, a tall slender bay -presumably a female, isis inferred from the horse‘s slender build and delicate features-, was standing on the fringes of the stand of poplars closest to the waterfall, a shocked expression on her façade, as she took in the sight of the fairytale meadow. one low word rolled toward isis, caught in ashen auds: woah.. a smile sprung to her onyx muzzle, and she took a hesitant step toward the new mare, nares flaring to catch her sweet, unknown scent. the feeble tendrils of wind swam through her silken tresses, and she lowered her head in a respectful nod -the movement shaking out her ebon and pearl mane in a cascade of spiders silk- as she stopped a few meters from the amazed equine, a polite smile pulling up the corners of her velvets. “hullo; I am isis, the second in command here in forgotten valley… you seem new; may I ask whom you might be?”sweet, lilting lyrics spilled out a slightly parted blacked maw, limpid chocolate orbs softly questioning and gently inviting as they looked upon the strange, slender bay.



here comes goodbye - rascal flatts
seven hundred eighty one
i forgot how much i loved rping with isis…