Post by * Noah on Sept 30, 2006 0:01:11 GMT -5
There was something about that day in late April, and it had to do with the fine splatter of rain drops. The skies, although gray, seemed to be even moodier and darker then ever. Threatening to unleash terrible forces of storms with every passing cloud, and letting out soft growls of thunder. The sea was in turmoil, waves slapped against the beach, the sounds of their violence echoing across the white stretch of sand. The wind whistled through the thin palm trees, and it's eerie noise vibrated across the shore. No living being moved about the unprotected beach, and it seemed everyone was seeking shelter from the coming storm. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sea better then any sun ever could, followed by the louder rumble of thunder. It seemed as if the storm would come from the sea and strike land before the afternoon turned to evening. The quiet stretches of time that followed the thunder seemed to grow less frequent as the storm came closer. At the very edge of the beach, where forest met dirt, approached a stud the exact shade of the darkening sky. There were hints of red, brown, gold, black, and tan in his mixed coat- giving him the appearance of a horse that couldn't quite decide what color he had wanted to be and when he finally had made a choice, it had been the wrong one. The dull streaked bay pelt didn't seem to fit a stud so luxurious as this one. There was an air about this brute, some sort of calm that hung over his every agile movement. Everything was planned, even the slightest twitch of the black banner hanging behind him. Nothing could be out of order, not even for one tiny second, because then the brute's day would be blown off it's intended course. The deep russet gold of the czar's pelt reflected the flashes of lightning like a mirror, the high gloss and shine of his coat seeming to be even more entrancing then nature itself. As if angry at this simple animal trying to out do something so complex as lightning, the storm picked up it's ferocity. Baring down on the tiny beach with every bit of force and strength it had, this freak storm made it almost impossible for the bay brute to walk as he did. With his frame straight, and his rounded and noble dial held high; those kind amber eyes searching for some sort of shelter out of the beating rain and thrashing wind. Furious, the wind blew in sharp gusts, moaning at it's failed attempts to blow this stud to kingdom come and back here again. Thunder boomed, shaking the very core of the earth, while lightning flashed across the sky with deadly beauty. No matter, the bay brujo stayed as immobile as the mountains in the background. The flints moved gracefully across the wet, sucking sand. Forward movement of the brute so brisk that it out matched the normal trot, his nostrils showing outlining pink as the only display of effort. Another flash of lightning illuminated his long and lean frame, showing off the handsome warmblood breeding. In the following darkness, the bay suitor haulted, staring out at this endless stretch of sand and sea.
"Noah, stop it! Noah! Please! I can't.. you're... need to... stop it!" The gasping filly tried to control her giggling as Noah preceeded to act like a clown for her personal enjoyment. Mocking their mentor, Milky Way, was a favorite past time of the dual toned filly and himself. Trying to hide her amusement, the jet and ivory babe pretended to be interested in a large beetle that was crawling by. Noah, feeling quite ignored, jumped forth and crashed into the painted filla. They tumbled to the earth, a jumbled mass of growing and clumsy limbs. There was a screech from the flicka as she tried to get to her feet, finding it hard to stand with the fuzzy bay colt on top of her. "Noah, that's not funny!" She whined, tossing her tiny little dial up as delicate flints struggle to lift a slight frame. The wild giggles from the sprawled bay colt said very clearly that he thought otherwise. "Noooooaaaaah!" The two toned filly glares down at him, her dark chocolate eyes filling with unshed tears. "Don't laugh at me, I hate it when you do that!" The slender bay colt finally stops his laughing, looking up at his secret crush with unabashed concern.
"Aww, I'm sorry, Kinsa, I didn't try to hurt your feelings." The little colt can feel his lip trembling, the wide white mark upon his brow hiding his little wrinkles of sorrow. Instantly, the painted babe feels bad for her friend and she forgives him in that same moment. Nudging him gently on the shoulder, she waits patiently as he goes to stand. On the second attempt, he makes it up and just in time for the old white brute called Milky Way was coming quickly upon them. "Oy!" Called the ancient czar, his almost blind eyes peering at them with unmasked hatred. "You two, yes, you and you! What are you doing out here? Don't you stupid brats know I'm done teaching for today?" The brute snarled, stamping a hoof on the grassy loam while his teeth flashed at the scuffs of the babes' necks. Truth be told, the ancient stud nicknamed Sour Milk wanted to do nothing more than break both those brats' necks. Yet, there was much riding on the line for him at this moment and he daren't make one mistake. For these lands were on the brink of war, and if he were to be kicked off the clearly winning side.. Oh, the brute shuddered at the thought.
"We were just playing!" The little bay colt said, raising his chin upward with a show of fierce defiance. Despite Milky Way's surly ways, Noah knew that the pearly white stag couldn't hurt him or Kasina. For they were children of two lead mares, one from each herd in Acrambia. If Milky Way were to even push them gently, he would have lost his life. So, Noah saw no reason to fear this old and grumpy pale brute. Kasina, on the other hand, shook and shivered like a leaf. Noah stepped protectively close to her, glaring up at the alabaster elder with equal hatred to Sour Milk's own.
Youthful stud took one more look upon this terrain, something unreadable reflecting his dark eyes. Could this land be ruled by another brute? Someone bigger and stronger than he? Warmblood lined brujo thought not, for not many could tower over the massive bay. Even with his slender physique, muscles moved beneath the shining hide as if to dare anyone to confront him. There was something about the stud called Noah that you couldn't quite put your finger on. The graceful way he held himself, as he watched the storm fade away to soft raindrops and mumuring thunder. Noah had seen so much, and done so much in his short five years. Not many could say that they had done as much as the bay brute, nor could they know how tragic and comic his life had been. And would be, until the last breath that he took rattled from his salmon pink nostrils. If Noah could have predicted his future, he would have run screaming into the sea without a second thought. Yet, Noah could not predict his future, and so he stood staring out at the calming waters. The thoughts inside his slender dial racing in circles, as if he couldn't quite force them under his control. Irritated swish of the inky pendulum showed his true emotion, as the brute tried to clamp his thoughts inside one brain wave. Soon, his mind was calm and peaceful, the way it was meant to be. Snort escaped through pink lined nostrils, and soft lids blink over chocolate coated eyes. There was a moment of indecision, before lips part to speak. Deep, earthy rich tones escape from the maw with a surprising rasp that could be called sexy.
"I claim these lands as my own. Dare anyone say different, may they step up and oppose me! For now, for this one moment, this beach cove is mine."
And so it was.
ooc: blah. crap. Not my usual 2ker.. running out of muse.. *sigh*
