Walking Shadows {Open}
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 3:28 pm
They made the strangest pair. The vibrantly white stallion with soft pink wings - Shiro, known by his bondmates as Sushi - and sheer black stud - Caustic, known by the others as Death - were so unlike one another that they were nearly polar opposites.
Caustic was the strongest (and by far the cruelest) of their bond-herd. He took it upon himself to look after and protect the others, acting as a sort of body guard towards those he counting as friends - or as close as he got to having a friend, in that he was rather fond of them. Shiro, on the other hoof, was at the lowest end of the power totem in their group; the most submissive, passive, soft-souled Serian among them, he had none under him that he would watch over and play big brother to. Caustic was of the Deep Shadows, while the romantic beside him was a complete enigma.
Even his name was weird, according to the way Caustic thought.
And yet here they were, stumbling over the rocky and rather dead stones at the foothills of the mountains. They were near the eastern shoreline so just beyond this ridge was a great ocean. The sea air left a hot, wet feel to their coats and caused a slight sizzling to dance along Caustic's fur as the humidity interacted with the acidic residue that coated him. Much to his surprise, Shiro had been rather silent during their trek.
Are you well?
Oh yes, I'm fine, Shiro grinned, and gave a quick little whicker to prove it. I'm simply watching you. I enjoy learning to read others, anticipate their desires.
Oh yes, they were an odd pair alright. Yet it worked; Shiro was perfectly comfortable around the lead stallion, and Caustic was tolerating all the sun that chased long shadows over the hills fairly well. Who else could make a good friend to an overly dominant Warrior with a killing two-tone gaze than a truly submissive and entirely accepting Serian?
Few knew that of Shiro, of course. They knew he was happy, that he was romantic and never met anyone that he couldn't be instant friends with, but Caustic knew. Caustic had even helped him explore the darker natures of his will or perhaps even his need to submit; and then shown Flint how to properly handle him. There were a few soft bruises fading upon Shiro's hide, bruises that had made the white stallion smile as he recieved them.
Caustic merely shook his head and continued on, not the least bit put off at the prospect of being watched. He was hard to read, so let the other look; it wouldn't get him anywhere.
And there was a lake not far from here that he wanted to reach; a sip of the fresh melted snow waters that ran down the mountain peaks would be welcome.
Shiro was hoping for grass himself. It had been a while since they had seen any real sign of life in the rocky craigs of these mountainous lowlands; he was hungry and the repeating mounds of stone were beginning to grow monotonous. This was too barren for him, although it was the wisest path to take with Caustic and his deadly aura accompanying him.
Ah, there; the water, just ahead of them. He caught a glint of the sun shining off the cool surface through a dip in the stones.
Shiro took the lead then, blocking the worst of the glare for the light-sensitive Warrior as they drew closer. Sweet relief was so close they could almost taste it.
Caustic was the strongest (and by far the cruelest) of their bond-herd. He took it upon himself to look after and protect the others, acting as a sort of body guard towards those he counting as friends - or as close as he got to having a friend, in that he was rather fond of them. Shiro, on the other hoof, was at the lowest end of the power totem in their group; the most submissive, passive, soft-souled Serian among them, he had none under him that he would watch over and play big brother to. Caustic was of the Deep Shadows, while the romantic beside him was a complete enigma.
Even his name was weird, according to the way Caustic thought.
And yet here they were, stumbling over the rocky and rather dead stones at the foothills of the mountains. They were near the eastern shoreline so just beyond this ridge was a great ocean. The sea air left a hot, wet feel to their coats and caused a slight sizzling to dance along Caustic's fur as the humidity interacted with the acidic residue that coated him. Much to his surprise, Shiro had been rather silent during their trek.
Are you well?
Oh yes, I'm fine, Shiro grinned, and gave a quick little whicker to prove it. I'm simply watching you. I enjoy learning to read others, anticipate their desires.
Oh yes, they were an odd pair alright. Yet it worked; Shiro was perfectly comfortable around the lead stallion, and Caustic was tolerating all the sun that chased long shadows over the hills fairly well. Who else could make a good friend to an overly dominant Warrior with a killing two-tone gaze than a truly submissive and entirely accepting Serian?
Few knew that of Shiro, of course. They knew he was happy, that he was romantic and never met anyone that he couldn't be instant friends with, but Caustic knew. Caustic had even helped him explore the darker natures of his will or perhaps even his need to submit; and then shown Flint how to properly handle him. There were a few soft bruises fading upon Shiro's hide, bruises that had made the white stallion smile as he recieved them.
Caustic merely shook his head and continued on, not the least bit put off at the prospect of being watched. He was hard to read, so let the other look; it wouldn't get him anywhere.
And there was a lake not far from here that he wanted to reach; a sip of the fresh melted snow waters that ran down the mountain peaks would be welcome.
Shiro was hoping for grass himself. It had been a while since they had seen any real sign of life in the rocky craigs of these mountainous lowlands; he was hungry and the repeating mounds of stone were beginning to grow monotonous. This was too barren for him, although it was the wisest path to take with Caustic and his deadly aura accompanying him.
Ah, there; the water, just ahead of them. He caught a glint of the sun shining off the cool surface through a dip in the stones.
Shiro took the lead then, blocking the worst of the glare for the light-sensitive Warrior as they drew closer. Sweet relief was so close they could almost taste it.