Storms Over Winter
Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 2:50 pm
It was cold. He really wasn't that fond of cold, being cold-blooded himself, but he was tired of the aimless wandering he'd taken to as of late.
Hybrid had been thinking long and hard; a lot of changes had come. The largest was, perhaps, that he had finally put to rest his old crush. Sparkle had helped quite a lot with that; the old stallion knew plenty about falling for the wrong mare and paying the price.
The truth was he loved flashy mares, ones who were extravagant and bold and fierce. The first mare he'd found like that had taken him by surprise; he hadn't known he had anything in particular that he searched for. He did know he loved wings, although he couldn't say why; perhaps it was the idea of dashing around the clouds while they were still in the sky.
He had the next best thing.
Still, now that he'd made peace with having reached no true connection with Fancy, he'd decided it was time to get out and do some more wandering. He had heard that many who'd been abandoned were now bonded and able to wander the Fields once more; perhaps he'd meet a new face.
Then again, given the terrain, perhaps not.
It was certainly cold, but more than that there was ice everywhere. He'd come to the wide rivers and while they were frozen in many places the water was too deep and too fast in many others. He wasn't bothered, not with the talons on his back legs, yet he wasn't sure he'd see many others out here. It certainly didn't help that the sky was dank and overcast.
Still, he wasn't too inclined to leave; the crack of breaking and colliding ice was quite appealing. Turning his face to the sky he took a slow breath and brought the flashes of lightning out of the forbidding clouds, timing them with the cracks and crashes of ice to create a sort of music. He traced the sparks easily, his eyes well adjusted for violent and sudden flashes of light, and found himself smiling. He may be moving slower due to the cold, but he was at least out here where he belonged; he couldn't bring the rain or influence storms, but he could control the dangers held within.
Idly, he began to weave images as he timed the cracking booms with the shifting ice; he was quite the artist, creating intricate three-dimensional pieces of various things he'd seen in his time. It was quite the list; some of them were beautiful, others horrific.
Many were heartbreaking.
He didn't give much thought to these facts, merely wove what flashed before his eyes, bits and pieces of memory. Life was varied and often harsh; he'd long ago accepted this fact. It could make him seem hard, yet he refused to rail against the Fates. All he could hope to do was to make the most of what he had at the moment.
At the moment, he had a symphony surrounding him, a fantasy that he breathed the very clouds themselves as his breath fogged, and a lifetime's worth of artistic memory dancing before his eyes.
Really, that wasn't all that bad.
Hybrid
Hybrid had been thinking long and hard; a lot of changes had come. The largest was, perhaps, that he had finally put to rest his old crush. Sparkle had helped quite a lot with that; the old stallion knew plenty about falling for the wrong mare and paying the price.
The truth was he loved flashy mares, ones who were extravagant and bold and fierce. The first mare he'd found like that had taken him by surprise; he hadn't known he had anything in particular that he searched for. He did know he loved wings, although he couldn't say why; perhaps it was the idea of dashing around the clouds while they were still in the sky.
He had the next best thing.
Still, now that he'd made peace with having reached no true connection with Fancy, he'd decided it was time to get out and do some more wandering. He had heard that many who'd been abandoned were now bonded and able to wander the Fields once more; perhaps he'd meet a new face.
Then again, given the terrain, perhaps not.
It was certainly cold, but more than that there was ice everywhere. He'd come to the wide rivers and while they were frozen in many places the water was too deep and too fast in many others. He wasn't bothered, not with the talons on his back legs, yet he wasn't sure he'd see many others out here. It certainly didn't help that the sky was dank and overcast.
Still, he wasn't too inclined to leave; the crack of breaking and colliding ice was quite appealing. Turning his face to the sky he took a slow breath and brought the flashes of lightning out of the forbidding clouds, timing them with the cracks and crashes of ice to create a sort of music. He traced the sparks easily, his eyes well adjusted for violent and sudden flashes of light, and found himself smiling. He may be moving slower due to the cold, but he was at least out here where he belonged; he couldn't bring the rain or influence storms, but he could control the dangers held within.
Idly, he began to weave images as he timed the cracking booms with the shifting ice; he was quite the artist, creating intricate three-dimensional pieces of various things he'd seen in his time. It was quite the list; some of them were beautiful, others horrific.
Many were heartbreaking.
He didn't give much thought to these facts, merely wove what flashed before his eyes, bits and pieces of memory. Life was varied and often harsh; he'd long ago accepted this fact. It could make him seem hard, yet he refused to rail against the Fates. All he could hope to do was to make the most of what he had at the moment.
At the moment, he had a symphony surrounding him, a fantasy that he breathed the very clouds themselves as his breath fogged, and a lifetime's worth of artistic memory dancing before his eyes.
Really, that wasn't all that bad.
Hybrid