Seeing the Light | Private
Aug 30, 2014 18:51:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 18:51:50 GMT -5
"Seeing the Light"
Headed back to the Olde City, Cool Runnings has lost more than just his herd and is in much need of guidance.
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Posting Order:
1. Cool Runnings by FreeFaallling
2. Obscura by Ponybones
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The snow was not enough to pad his heavy gallop. He plowed through straight ahead as if the white powder he kicked up were nothing more than the seeds of dandelions. The young palomino stallion welcomed the fierce wind battling against him. Then again, he would have welcomed a blow to head. No. He would give a blow to the head of whichever cruel lowlife took it upon themselves to dictate the lives of others. He would mark the Bachelors who took Arabella away from her home. Her family. Him.
Cool Runnings had lost his ground searching for Alabaster and Q. They must have gotten too far ahead. This did not quell Coolar's anxiety. Alabaster still had an injured foreleg from that cat beast that had attacked the three (Arabella, Alabaster and Coolar) during their journey to catch up with the rest of their herd once they'd left the praying pools. That seemed so long ago. Was it? Time had become a disillusion to the young stallion. His world had been turned upside down and inside out. He did not know where the rest of his herd was, but knew that they would all return home, so that was the direction he was headed.
Before, the very idea of war would have chilled him to the bone. Inquisitive by nature, Cool Runnings was an observer. Tactile. Acting upon such violence would have been the last thing he would have wanted for his herd or any herd. Not anymore. This new found rage was indescribable. Fueled by fear and the unknown. What were those monsters doing to the Olde mares? Coolar didn't want to think about, but at the same time he continued to do just that. It kept him going forward...but he was going nowhere. Soon the dark images that encompassed him began to blur. In their place was Arabella and her smile.
Cool Runnings opened his eyes and finally felt how heavy his legs really were. Felt how deep the snow was...and just like that his steady speed fell and he found himself choking on the fridged air. Was it day, was it night? He didn't even know anymore. Once within the safety of a cluster of trees, Coolar's mortality had him catch his breath.
Mortality. What a joke that was. What point was there to help a mortal people? The Unicorns must have been daft to think that any good would come of prolonging the age of the Equines. It was so easy for them to up and vanish.
"Wh-...Where Are.... Where Are You Now!??!" Nose to the sky, Coolar found himself shouting, angrily up at the sky. "You Loved Us!!! My-my Lord- you...you.." Cool Runnings' chest rose and fell heavily with defeat. Nothing made sense to him anymore. Punishing the Exiles, they had their reasons...but the Olde were those spared of such misfortune and uncertain futures. Or so that's what he'd always believed... until now.
Why would The Great Compromiser turn on his herd?
"ANSWER ME!!!"
The snow was not enough to pad his heavy gallop. He plowed through straight ahead as if the white powder he kicked up were nothing more than the seeds of dandelions. The young palomino stallion welcomed the fierce wind battling against him. Then again, he would have welcomed a blow to head. No. He would give a blow to the head of whichever cruel lowlife took it upon themselves to dictate the lives of others. He would mark the Bachelors who took Arabella away from her home. Her family. Him.
Cool Runnings had lost his ground searching for Alabaster and Q. They must have gotten too far ahead. This did not quell Coolar's anxiety. Alabaster still had an injured foreleg from that cat beast that had attacked the three (Arabella, Alabaster and Coolar) during their journey to catch up with the rest of their herd once they'd left the praying pools. That seemed so long ago. Was it? Time had become a disillusion to the young stallion. His world had been turned upside down and inside out. He did not know where the rest of his herd was, but knew that they would all return home, so that was the direction he was headed.
Before, the very idea of war would have chilled him to the bone. Inquisitive by nature, Cool Runnings was an observer. Tactile. Acting upon such violence would have been the last thing he would have wanted for his herd or any herd. Not anymore. This new found rage was indescribable. Fueled by fear and the unknown. What were those monsters doing to the Olde mares? Coolar didn't want to think about, but at the same time he continued to do just that. It kept him going forward...but he was going nowhere. Soon the dark images that encompassed him began to blur. In their place was Arabella and her smile.
Cool Runnings opened his eyes and finally felt how heavy his legs really were. Felt how deep the snow was...and just like that his steady speed fell and he found himself choking on the fridged air. Was it day, was it night? He didn't even know anymore. Once within the safety of a cluster of trees, Coolar's mortality had him catch his breath.
Mortality. What a joke that was. What point was there to help a mortal people? The Unicorns must have been daft to think that any good would come of prolonging the age of the Equines. It was so easy for them to up and vanish.
"Wh-...Where Are.... Where Are You Now!??!" Nose to the sky, Coolar found himself shouting, angrily up at the sky. "You Loved Us!!! My-my Lord- you...you.." Cool Runnings' chest rose and fell heavily with defeat. Nothing made sense to him anymore. Punishing the Exiles, they had their reasons...but the Olde were those spared of such misfortune and uncertain futures. Or so that's what he'd always believed... until now.
Why would The Great Compromiser turn on his herd?
"ANSWER ME!!!"
