Post by ladyrileylupus on Dec 5, 2003 23:21:48 GMT -5
All are welcomed to participate in this thread, this is all strictly IC so any OOC comments will be sent to my e-mail howloftheirish@aol.com thank you.
Being blind was not easy nor much fun as each morning she woke she always had the habit of trying to open her eyes and the reminder she was always in this darkness. Rising from her bed at the loft each morning she would feel the bulge of that belly making her feel quite large. Striding to the kitchen to get breakfast, her thoughts went on through her mind. After eating, she dressed in her leather pants that had that wide waistline now with a white shirt and then tying her hair in a ponytail.
Grasping her staff that was at 4ft height with the carvings of Celtic design and those runes along it she would make her way down to the stables. She had a new horse now, the mare didn't really suit her now and the stallion standing at the behemoth height of 8ft tall with his onyx coat shimmering in the light as mane, tail and hooves that glistening silver with red eyes watching her stood waiting in his solitary paddock.
He was an odd horse, she had found him injured, near death one day walking at night in the woods as he scarcely breathed. She had her mare carry him back on a stretcher of sorts, and in that stall no one used meant for pregnant mares she tended to him. Dressing and changing his wounds, feeding him until one day he stood waiting for her. She'd opened the door, letting him go but when she turned to walk away he nudged her shoulder. He wanted to stay. So she named him Silver Thunder.
Today she sat along the fence where he was kept, feeding him an apple as she knew he was not an ordinary horse. He knew how to carry a rider without the use of a halter, reins or stirrups. She was learning the ways of this strange riding style and she still needed to seek out someone who knew Bushido. She heard someone speaking about it yesterday, it seemed a cure, a way she could win over this blindness as well as finding her potential. But that meant leaving Caelum, and he grew so undauntedly lonely whether she was here or not. She let out a sigh while she sat out there in the cold hand in the silver hair of her stallion.
Being blind was not easy nor much fun as each morning she woke she always had the habit of trying to open her eyes and the reminder she was always in this darkness. Rising from her bed at the loft each morning she would feel the bulge of that belly making her feel quite large. Striding to the kitchen to get breakfast, her thoughts went on through her mind. After eating, she dressed in her leather pants that had that wide waistline now with a white shirt and then tying her hair in a ponytail.
Grasping her staff that was at 4ft height with the carvings of Celtic design and those runes along it she would make her way down to the stables. She had a new horse now, the mare didn't really suit her now and the stallion standing at the behemoth height of 8ft tall with his onyx coat shimmering in the light as mane, tail and hooves that glistening silver with red eyes watching her stood waiting in his solitary paddock.
He was an odd horse, she had found him injured, near death one day walking at night in the woods as he scarcely breathed. She had her mare carry him back on a stretcher of sorts, and in that stall no one used meant for pregnant mares she tended to him. Dressing and changing his wounds, feeding him until one day he stood waiting for her. She'd opened the door, letting him go but when she turned to walk away he nudged her shoulder. He wanted to stay. So she named him Silver Thunder.
Today she sat along the fence where he was kept, feeding him an apple as she knew he was not an ordinary horse. He knew how to carry a rider without the use of a halter, reins or stirrups. She was learning the ways of this strange riding style and she still needed to seek out someone who knew Bushido. She heard someone speaking about it yesterday, it seemed a cure, a way she could win over this blindness as well as finding her potential. But that meant leaving Caelum, and he grew so undauntedly lonely whether she was here or not. She let out a sigh while she sat out there in the cold hand in the silver hair of her stallion.