An undefinable feeling. [Open]

[Snowfrost]

AUDEI.

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Rain.
Something she had grown to embrace, in such a manner that she pondered its existence and power. With the rainy days increasing, the buckskin simply couldn't help but let her thoughts drift.

She stared into the puddle that formed at her hooves. Rain splattered and rolled down the sides of her light body -- could it seep into her skin, pour through her? If it could, it certainly never decided to. She simply stood there, her neck lowered to where her nose was merely centimeters from the surface, eyes fixated yet distant.

There was so much that you could do in the rain, and that the rain could do to you. You could live off of rain, bathe in rain, drown in rain.. She didn't blink as she continued pondering. She didn't even be seeming to breathe herself. She couldn't explain it -- but then, she never really could. She simply continued staring, pondering. Allowing the rain to wash over her. There was no breeze today, no movement aside from the rain and her slight breathing. Still she continued as she was. It was almost like a staring contest between herself and her reflection -- when it wasn't skewing and distorting, but then maybe that was part of the entire thing. Perhaps, deep inside, that was how she viewed herself: a distortion. But even then, that didn't make much sense in and of itself. But even so, Audei wasn't much sense herself.

Her hair plastered to her body, the mare delved more into her thoughts. She continued to not know how to explain it, and that bothered her in some ways but didn't concern her in others. She couldn't say she was sad, but she certainly could not say she was happy -- a mood unexplained, but a mood all the same. She allowed the rain to embrace her tightly.

Audei's eyes gleamed, then, a bit of life flickering in them -- but then, was that just because her reflection flickered from a particular rain drop that cast what little light was around into the waters and it bounced back to her. Perhaps Audei wasn't even here at all. She didn't feel like she was, in many ways. If she wasn't doing anything, how could she be here?

The rain continued to embrace her.

One could drown in the rain, in this puddle.
But that didn't make much sense, now did it? The silence continued on, the breeze remained repressed; the night remained upon her, as was the rain. The rain; the thoughts; the rain.

One could drown in the rain.

Shakily, the buckskin exhaled and inhaled, in a fluid movement that seemed almost unreal. Her blue eyes flashed, and Audei lifted her head. Inhaling slowly, wholly, the mare looked to the skies through squinting eyes.

Drown in the rain.

She didn't know what to think anymore, but then again this was a re-occurrence that seemed to become the embodiment of herself. Standing there, still, beneath the rain, she appeared simply a lone figure in the haze.

Rain.


ooc; Merp. Felt the muse simply for her, though I'm sure this post doesn't make much sense. Open for anyone. ♥

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[Toaster]

Cold, heavy drops of rain pummeled the land of Kuylin. The downpour had made the rock under hoof slippery and dangerous, but to the brute’s relief, this area was rather flat with only the slightest of slopes. The mountains loomed far overhead, and though he was a good distance from the steepest of peaks, the very sight made him feel bitter. He was raised in a mass of caves, and though he had not been to his homeland in many years, he longed for the deep, dark caverns of his home. This place though, was the opposite. The highest slopes would take you far above, not beneath. This place was nothing like his Covell. He didn’t like it here. But he decided he had to settle, as well as remind himself that this territory was convenient for him, for it lay just east of his real home. It would provide him with easy access to his brother and his rightful land when the time came.

“Pick it up Chi, your pace is like that of a snail” he called over his shoulder at his ‘pet’. Oh Chidea, how beautiful she was. With her white and red pelt that would make any male drool and long for her affections. But he would never allow another near. She was his, and only his. A prize he’d found and saved during the winter, for the sole purpose of using her for his own, sick fantasies once she was old enough. There were some days when he’d grow impatient and wonder if he could take advantage of her yet, but always decided that no, she was still much to small. If she’d of been any other female, perhaps the brute wouldn’t of cared. But she was indeed a rare find, and her beauty was probably the only thing that had saved her thus far.

Turning his gaze to look ahead once again, he scouted the relatively sparse area for any sign of life. It had been days since the black stallion had found his way to Kuylin, and he’d yet to find any sign of a king. No sightings, no furious calls of rage about his intrusion, and only a very faint scent lingering on the wind. He had intruded before, simply crossing to get to other areas. But this intrusion had a whole new purpose: he was claiming it as his own. It was a stepping stone to his final plans.

But, what had happened to the other poor, insignificant souls of Kuylin? Just as he’d began to wonder, the silhouette of another horse came into view through the torrential rains. Voltair halted for a moment, tilting his soaked head to the side as he pondered over how he should approach. He could be his usual, rude self and barge in, invading their personal space. But that always caused the other to eventually leave. Normally, Voltair wouldn’t give two shits either way, but now that he planned on staking his claim to these dreadful lands, he felt perhaps it was best to be a little more… ‘charming’, to keep them around. After all, if he was to gain more power, he needed more allies. And the disturbing, perverted part of him wanted more mares to play with.

And so he approached, prancing on over to the, well, rather depressed looking mare. The fact that he’d stumbled upon a female brightened his otherwise sour mood. Maybe, and hopefully, she’d offer him the fun that Chidea couldn’t yet. Somehow, though, Voltair doubted it would be that easy. Perhaps she’d still side with him.

NOTES: -sighsighsigh- failz
WORD COUNT: --
MUSE: meh
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood