[atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/table-1.png][style=opacity:0.6][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,730,true][atrb=height,512,true][scrolly:h(370),w(327),sy,as(position: relative; top: 53px; left: 13px; bottom: 1px;)] actions --- speech --- thoughts The grass bent under the weight of heaven's tears, waving and lifting with the faint wind that blew. The rain fell, caught between a slow, steady fall and rapid, misting drizzle, alternating even. The drops were large and fat, splattering like mini water balloons into millions of tinier shards. The rain fell steadily, like a thick curtain. One could barely see a few feet in front of them. The night was pleasantly cool and the ever present pests of mosquitos and flies gone. The weather, however dreary it was, brought a much needed relief from the humid day temperatures. Despite the season’s warm temperatures, the rain still made the night a bit chilly if one stood there for long enough. And alone she stood there, head buried deep in the bent, lush grass. Her actions, jerky movements of the head, rushing to get as much food down her gullet, spoke of her starvation as did her gaunt body. She braced herself on toothpick legs spread wide, her body swaying with the gentle gusts of wind. Each shiver her body made seemed to shake the whole earth. Her ripped ears, complete with the dripping of blood down her Arab cheeks mixed with the ice water, flickered constantly. It was easy to see, if the numerable scars marring her rather prettily colored (though maybe ratty in texture and unkempt) pelt didn't give it away at first sight, that the mare came from a background of nothing too pretty. The marks were too consistent with the placement of wounds from torture, abuse, and even rape. She moved quickly, with a heavy limp to her step, never staying to graze in one spot long. She'd gulp down hurried mouthfuls, then stop and scan the area with her cerulean eyes, before moving to a new spot, once more scan, then repeat the process. She knew the rain would only protect her so much from the eyes of others. She didn’t even have a clue if she was on common or claimed land. All she remembered was hiding in the cavern that morning, waiting for night, and coming out an entrance that wasn’t what she’d gone into that morning. The green grass, rolling hills, and rain all spoke of nourishment and protection. Before the rain had turned harder, she could have seen fair from her position near the top of a knoll. In the rain, her grungy coat was partially clean, revealing the white patches, heavily dappled and smudged at the edges, connecting with the tarnished gold pelt. The curious patch of molten gold on her left hind quarter seemed like a piece of perfect artwork, the edges delicate and precise, like something a human might draw. Human's and their strange markings they were so fond of making. If a human were to gaze at her, they could make out the perfect marking of Africa stamped upon her left hindquarter. Three of the mare's legs held white stockings, as was common for horsing displaying the sabino gene to have three or four lightly hued limbs. Above each black capped stocking, faint zebra markings were the only hint of her dun genes, as her back was covered in a white blanket. Her left foreleg held the darken point accustom to buckskin straight down to hoof. On close inspection, as it was night, one could see the slight deformity of the leg. It had snapped and yet healed miraculously, albeit sloppily, complete with the ragged scar near the breakage, also stating it wasn't a mere flaw of breeding but rather...forced to snap. Perhaps a punishment gone too far. The mare, so petite and fragile, made of glass, also seemed strong in a strange way. She had to be, to have survived this long (it was obvious she was no young silly filly) with such an obvious tragic past. She jumped at the slightest thing as she moved, her body seemingly drawn in on itself, as to make herself as small as possible to be seen less. She gave up on her search for nourishment. It was time to move on, she’d stayed here long enough. Her breath misted in the rain, coming fast and labored as she limped, more like staggered, along. Her body trembled, there was no fat upon her to provide warmth, as she paused to gently nip at the old injury of her foreleg. Cold made it ache and throb, for during warmer months, her limp was hardly there. Her gnarled mane, tight coils of ebony ringlets, interrupted by a single strand of alabaster locks near her poll, hung thick and heavy with the rain as she finally bade answer to the instinct to search for shelter. Soon it would be dawn and even if the rain did not let up, others would be here. And she would sit in the shadows and watch and wait until it was her time to come out again. She lifted her head, bringing the shredded remains of her ears forward as she peaked to the east. The sky was beginning to glow and turn, streaking of orange breaking the mass of blue and black. Yes, dawn was breaking... [/scrolly]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2lavas4.png,true][atrb=width,525,true][atrb=height,383,true] something about the way i can't take my eyes off you Eye's wandered the cooled land of his. He was a happy man, A perfect lover, and his own children, some of which where on there way. He had only recently just met his first two. Avada and Ira. They where beautiful, and above all kind. He wished he could have stayed longer, but he had smelled something in the wind, and in earnest he left. Now he was here, and he looked from a higher hill out into the meadow below. He could see a figure, hungerly eating up the meadow grasses. Watching her was like watching a crazed vulture peck off remaining carcass meat after all his buddy's swarmed. Except, that instead of a ugly and vile bird, it was a beautiful maiden. Watching her from a distance was interesting. He could not see the absolute detail, but he didn't have to engage in a dull conversation. She had a slight limp to her walk, but other wise she seemed perfectly graceful. Gaunt maybe. Rain had started to lighten up thankfully, and he could soon see better detail in her body. She was thin. And she seemed to be moving on. It was a sad sight to see such a beautiful creature in. Soon the rain let up, and he turned his eye to the sun. The rays where begening to show. The pretty mare was starting to move away though, and he knew he only had a certain amount of time before she was totally gone. Lux let out a welcoming whinny to her, and made his way to the area in front of her. He watched her body move as he trotted high headed towards her, a smirk playing on his lips. He soon approached her, due to his long legs carrying him over the ground easily. When he was withen hearing range he let his charming vocals ring. "Well hello there lass. What would a thin gal like you be doing out here all alone...?" He asked her, his smile kind. " Are you sure you got plenty enough to eat, little lass. Rayo has some of the most delicious grass in the land, you should stay and get some meat on you, so that you don't shiver so violently." He stated his last words, and nodded in her direction. She was shivering so badly. He felt sorry for the pretty girl. She reminded him of heaven when he had first met her... It would almost be a year now. In winter. He would have known her for a full year. A year of bliss and love. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of the beautiful lover of his he looked at this now creature that needed saving. status complete ;; for Annie&&Aluka