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the stale scene's acted to the empty skies - Almárëa - April 21, 2020
she arose from her bed in the bunchgrasses, beneath an ingathering of fir trees, and ducked out from beneath them to step backwards into a stream of sunlight. she shook out her coat, unloosing earth and pine needles to reveal its pale luster. she nipped absentmindedly at the short hairs of her breast, waiting to fully awaken under the blaze of the morning sun.
for the many moonturns she'd spent whiling on this plain, she'd been troubled by nothing more than an overweening coyote, and she'd made a sport of driving him off her grassland. there'd been no scent of his more foolhardy cousins in this territory for weeks by her estimate, so here is where she comfortably remained. the grass on the highveld made for fine forage, and the maytime headwind kept her in cover from anything that might wish to hold conference with her hooves.
presently, to her surprise, a chinchbug flushed from the blades of grass and the mare crossly blew threw her flared nostrils as it landed on her haunch. it was pests such as these that menaced her more than any toothed beast. she lashed her tail and twitched a muscle to dislodge it.
shaking out her mane in case anymore pests hid behind its curtain, almárëa gaited up a small hill and sunned her back and rolled in the loam, warming her belly from the chilly night in the firs and satisfying an itch on her back. getting back to her feet, the mare took stock of her surroundings. if any reservations were had, they were put at ease, for the plain was bruited through her gaze as peaceful for the time being as deer openly pastured nearby and rabbits were out of their burrows.
she visibly relaxed and lowered her head to lip and tear at the tussocks of grass.
RE: the stale scene's acted to the empty skies - RIP Artax - May 11, 2020
Just a cameo!
Another one. Of course there would be another one. It was odd for them to travel alone. Then again, it was odd for a wolf to travel alone, which was exactly what he'd been doing. He could not be sure, of course, but Jorma could only assume that this horse was with the other one. Such beasts were few and far between in the wild. Just as with the last one, Artax kept his distance as he moved past her. He had no intention of making any sort of pleasantries with a creature that could most certainly stomp him to death.