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WBeads of perspiration pooled and dripped like tears from flesh as the raven hue bella made her final halt before the giant statue. In size she was dwarfed dainty frame more befitting a racehorse than the wild femora she had become. Though while fright had become so many at his size, as always, Moonlight found only warmth and comfort. Ra was in full force as joints stilled their locomotion, droplets that had formed a near string of pearls along nape, shattered and dropped away as banner was tossed aside. Cavities of velvet lining quivering in the way of breath as oxygen was taken forth and carbon dioxide removed. Slender flutes grasped at the near silent acknowledgement, maw turning upwards in what little a simper equine could offer, unusual eyes flickering with understanding. Having allowed the beast to plague her dreams as he had, now faced the task seemed daunting. How did one explain something they themselves had yet to fully grasp? It was impossible and such the mistress of the valley found her tongue-tied and lip numb of word, though her head continued to spin with words wished spoken. Snorting, annoyance at her and the pests lapping upon her flesh and sweat, Moonlight lowered regal crown, blunt incisors tearing at jaded blade – ripping from root and sanctuary. One thorn perked towards the silent statue while the other fanned out in search of any need or trouble that may befall the herd. No such thing had traveled here for sometime. Pain of the flesh had rarely be fallen them and life as they knew it had been simple in its slow reoccurring existence – and yet she could feel this all to change. Be it trouble or new life, something called to her. An internal clock that seemed to click and clack away the minutes and seconds as they weaved by. Time was moving on and yet her she was – lost in it or perhaps standing still. Toss of mane and cranium given, shaking thought process from skull before the final desired blade was pulled forth and silent munching occurred. Two, Four, Six…the seconds passed till swallowing of cud like matter was done and elongated muzzle reached out to brush light the length of shoulder. It was an act of kindness, greeting, and yet perhaps deep down – something more. As if she had to assure herself the image real when in truth she could smell the cologne that was he wherever she went. Like a crystal shoe they had become encased in this glass box, neither wishing to speak, for surely it would shatter and sprinkle to the ground in millions of pieces. Yet, she must, and so she shall. Velvet rubber lines parting as with lyrics befitting a nightingale she spoke unto him in hushed tones – tones that no matter so soft, resounded with the valley as if shouted. “What troubles you my friend?” Name whispered against the wind: Moonlight I am of the: Fairer Sex I have the features of a: Quab (Quarter/Arabian) I am painted the color of: the midnight sky I am marked by: the Cresent moon on my forehead and nothing more I’ve lived upon this Earth: 10+ years I belong to: No one I rest my weary bones within: Hopeful Valley | |