The Bunny Trail

[IVRICKtheGREAT]

Ah, spring. Such a wonderful time of year. As the world began to warm it seemed to also come to life. Birds sang, flowers blossomed, and the foliage became sweet once more. Rabbit's long journey was coming to an end. As her amber pools looked out across the ocean as it greedily licked the sand and high cliffs. These lands were nothing like the others she'd stumbled across. Her voyage from the Volcanic Wastelands had been a tiring one, especially when one was so clumsy. How she'd ended up there, even she didn't know. One moment she wandering playfully and the next, she was losing her footing on solidified lava. The dove's knees were still stained with dried blood, but it made her no difference. Nothing bad had happened to her, she'd merely taken a spill. She hadn't wasted time leaving those lands, and her new adventure had led her here where she'd finally made a solid stop.

The smell of salt water seemed to please her. As the wind blew into her frame, she lifted her dial, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation. Water carried on the wind and landed gently on her pelt. A sigh escaped her maw and she opened her eyes. The world was so beautiful, and full of so many things she'd never seen. Never had a vast body of water stood before her in such expanse. It seemed endless as her orbs watched and she couldn't help but wonder what might be on the other side. In the far distance, the sun had just began to set. Pink, orange, and yellow colors were strew across the sky, crashing into one another so seamlessly. Small clouds lingered overhead, dotting the sky in white. Rabbit sighed again. She'd never seen such a beautiful sight.

Water crashed into her legs and the dove jumped back, startled. Then, she pricked her audits and sniffed the sand. The water seemed to have gotten closer to her. Or had she gotten closer to the water? She took another cautious step back, but soon lowered her dial once more, relaxed. A smile was plastered across her maw, as it always was. The wind tugged playfully at her bi-colored mane, and she felt a jolt of energy send a shock throughout her body. The mare jumped then, whinnying playfully before dashing around on the sands. She almost looked like a filly as she bucked, reared, and hopped around. It had been some time since the mare had played and she did mostly what she did best. Hop.

Her seekers were closed as she began to prance back and forth, her knees lifting high. Her smile seemed bigger now as she played by herself. Being alone was no problem for her. She'd never experience what others claimed to have. No strange creatures attacked her in the night - or at all for that matter. Many called her lucky. Some called her invincible and that's exactly how she felt. Invincible.

Her play was short lived, however. A misstep caused her to crash into the sand. She lifted her dial and shook the sand from her locks, though she remained in the sand. She snorted and her harks swiveled before flicking back into a relaxed position. It seemed to be forever before she stood again, shaking her bodice viciously before something in her knees began to sting. Her small wounds, now opened and bleeding once more, had began to ache. She looked to see that blood was slowly creeping down her slender legs, staining the dark gray with crimson. Sand clung to her wounds, causing them to sting as they did. She slowly made her way to the water, the salty scent calling her into the depths. With a soft nicker, she ventured knee deep into the dark waters. It stung more, but at least her wounds were getting clean.

After the stinging sensation settled, the dove moved from the waters and back to the sands which quickly began to cake her hooves. It seemed she had to walk further than she'd originally stood to be clear of the waves and this began to worry her. She retreated to the far end of the beach. A small strip that seemed to have never been touched by the water before. The sun had set much more now, looking as if it disappeared into the waves. Such a quiet world. Such a beautiful world. Perhaps she'd rest here for the night, or perhaps she'd move on. For the time, the young mare hadn't decided.

Word Count: 757
Character: Rabbit
Thread Status: Reserved for Kezz.
Notes: None

[Kezz]

Iscariot often spent time thinking about the past, but what now of the future? He had faith in the perpetuity of the desert; certainly he relied on it's ancient arid strength — taking from it the wisdom and guidance he needed. Sometimes, it reminded the auburn man more of his mother than his titan father. Nissa, oh that beautiful proud woman. She was in the sunset draping over the cooling dunes, she was in the gentle breeze caressing the Oasis leaves, she was in the silent, ceaseless power of his gold country; always. And how Iscariot missed her so. They all said he had his mother's eyes, and it was true: the grey of a thousand august storms whirled guardedly the way hers once had. What would she have thought of their three children? Would she have loved them as much as she had loved Fate or her own shade of adamant, impermeable solitude? The man sighed, ashen lips parting as tasted the ocean-stained wind on his tongue, not only did the sea remind Iscariot of his wife, but also of the nights he had found Nissa standing within it — kneedeep, oblivious to everything and everyone that belonged to world behind. Isc was profoundly aware that in those moments his mother belonged to a universe completely unto herself.

The future, then. Iscariot contemplated it not often, in fact not often as he believed he probably should. The chestnut stallion recalled the dissolution of his father's empire, or at least what his siblings had spoken of it. How Fate had loosened his iron grip and how the snakes had come slithering to snatch away the trophy wives and the prisoners of war. Of course, he fretted of such an outcome to his own herd, but then Iscariot was not his father. He was not riddled by the scars of battle, nor did he carry a list of his enemies' names, mostly because he did not have any, not truly. What then of Rhaegar? At this thought the king's lips creased into a fleeting albeit knowing smile; his eldest was born for the duties of a rightful monarch. Where Iscariot had been forced into the throne, Rhaegar hungered for it, craved it. And the father could not have felt more at ease: the dragon-prince would fulfil his destiny with his gypsy general when the time comes. He would flourish and ravage and rule as Fate once had, if not more so.

It pleased Iscariot to be, briefly, away from his duties. Away from Severina — this thought caused ricochets of spasmodic pain to hammer down his spine. What is happening to us? For the first time in a long time Iscariot felt true fear. What would happen of he and his razor-sharp wife? The king sighed, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind as at last he reached the shoreline, hooves sinking into the damp sand. His peace lasted only a moment or so before the sight of a mare emerging from the lapping waves caught his eye. The sun was setting on the crimson horizon and it cast long shadows before the woman's pale frame. Iscariot shifted, wondering whether she might approach and he could not help but glance down at his hind club foot. He did not usually pay his deformity much attention for he had accepted it's burden over time, but tonight it mildly irritated him: any hope of a swift, smooth exist was dashed.

IVRICKtheGREAT it's yuck, sorry :x

[IVRICKtheGREAT]

Rabbit was lost in the beauty and power of the ocean. Her amber orbs stared intently, almost as if she were thinking deeply about something and it was so. What lay just beyond the watery border? What new worlds were there to behold? At her young age, Rabbit still felt a child-like sense of wonder. There was so much that the lady hoped to see before the curtains closed on her. But, there was also so much she'd already seen. She'd seen mountains tower high over vast open fields. She'd watched stars falls from the sky and the silver moon turn to rust. She'd stared in awe at the waterfalls that slipped so gracefully down high ridges. Perhaps it wasn't much, but she was still young and there was still much to see.

How long the dove had watched the waters was a mystery. The hues in the sky were deeper now as the sun set more and more. The waters had clearly rose, and Rabbit couldn't help but wonder why. While wise in some respects, there was much to be learned and Rabbit always had questions to ask.

The mare began to look around, taking in her surroundings entirely. This wasn't a sight she wanted to forget. For Rabbit, it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever witnessed. But, as her orbs scanned the landscape, something new came to her attention. His carcass was dark against the golden sands and he held himself like a king. Rabbit's harks pricked forward towards him and she let a gentle nicker cross her lips.

She began to walk towards the chestnut stallion, stopping close to ten feet away from him. Something told her to keep some distance between the two. It wasn't that she felt threatened, it was simply the vibe she picked up from this stud. Perhaps he wasn't in a social mood or perhaps he was just cautious. Either way, Rabbit had always been one to listen to her gut instincts. After all, they hadn't misled her yet.

"Good evening." She said, her voice gentle and her smile warm. "My name is Rabbit. What is yours?"

Rabbit had never been shy. Actually, she was quite the opposite. Talkative and always pestering someone with questions. Of course she knew where the lines were drawn, but that didn't stop her from crossing them from time to time, though never intentionally. It was a shock that the questions weren't spewing out already. Instead, Rabbit was calmer than usual and rather overjoyed to have some company at all.

Word Count: 423
Character: Rabbit
Thread Status: Reserved for Kezz.
Notes: Sorry for the crappy post. My next one should be better. xP