Sweet[sage?] -- The Pasture

Straining forth, the sinuous muscles defined themselves against the black canvas that hid them from the Sun's ray's even though it acted as a sort of magnet to the heat. Nostrils flared immensely, taking in the maximum amount of oxygen as she could. Ribcage expanded and clenched with each in and exhalation, the sweat streaks glinting with the soft caress of the late touch of the setting sun. A graceful, yet unnoticingly labored three-beating canter pushed the svelte frame of the rather small arabian, that went by the callings of Liliha. With a heart of gold, and a varying mind of steel or copper, her strive to make it home drove her weakening limbs. The strain was shown, as each riveting muscle twitched and pulled beneath her skin, shorting the distance that kept her from the old mare whom Liliha desperately needed to see. Desperately needed to hear. Smell. Touch. Be near. Desperately needed to find. Sage. So, as her heart pulled her forth, and as her will pushed her onward, Liliha fought to ingnore the pain of exhaustion, and the increasing weakness of the limbs which she counted so desperately on. She would make it back to Eccentric Rampage, if it was the last thing she did.

The hill seemed to tilt continually, though in actuality, it wasn't changing at all. The crest of the hill seemed to get further and further away, making the trip even harder to pursue, but Liliha wouldn't stop till her legs snapped. As long as she could scoot along, she would continue. For the second time in her short life, she was committed to something so strongly, that she would even risk death. The first time, was when she was but a small filly, trying desperately to make Sage proud. In her insane spontaneity, Liliha had found her way back to the Pasture, just as the Tigers were dispersing, and preparing to hunt after their long journey. Of course though, Sage came to the rescue, along with another stag, her "father". But for the life of Liliha, she could not remember that name... It was shameful, and in Liliha's eyes, disrespectful. Sniper, was it? Oh, and the old mare, of which Liliha loved as an aunt, as a mentor..... oh no, had she died? Liliha rememberd her being sick, but oh..... in this time, has she passed? or has she gotten better? Liliha hoped with her golden heart, that the second possibility was the happenings.

With a final pull of her neck, push of her hinds, and grasp of her fores, her eyes sought the pasture of the Land she had known so long ago. As her legs trembled, Liliha fought to pull herself the final few feet over the crest of the hill. If not, she would've simply toppled to the bottom, probably broken her legs, leaving her stranded, and confined to death. But no, with a final burst of strength, Liliha stood proud, emotionally scattered, and alone. The congregation of the many equines before her seemed almost alien, and her steel mind slowly dwindled to a mere copper structure. like half-hardened clay in the hands of a toddler. She would stand hard, but if the other persisted long enough, she would be formed at his or her will. But, if she had hope in her golden heart, the hardening process would accelrate. All of this, of course, was metaphorically speaking.

As gravity won her over, her frame tottered forward, limbs forced to catch her fall continuously until the land beneath her was even. Her legs collapsed simutaneously, and accompanied with a shrill whinny of surprise, each one fought to keep herself from falling, in fear that she might not be able to get herself back up. Nares, overworked and raw, flared constantly, trying to get the oxygen back into her deprived lungs. Mug lowered, against her own will, to the luscious carpet of greens below her. Lippids made no movement to grasp the nutritious blades, as exhaustion over-rode her hunger and thirst needs. A pool of water was not far off, but even the cooling scent of the liquids had no effect on her still bodiance. Banners hung limp behind her, and to any onlooker, she was a still shadow..

.x. brand: liliha
.x. chapters: 5
.x. chromosomes: XX
.x. lineage: arabian
.x. stature: 13.5 h
.x. cover: midnight haze and ooids to match. right fore dipped in chalk
.x. psyche: shy, meek, selfless, affectionate
protective, strong, insane, outspoken, fiesty
.x. affection: sage
.x. instructed: hawaii of http://www.geocities.com/hidden_paradiserpg Huna Puelakiko

Subject	Author	Date
Soldier	General	07:51:44 12/27/04 Mon
Sweet -- Liliha, 13:07:36 12/27/04 Mon Sweet-this one- {sage?} -- Liliha, 13:09:24 12/27/04 Mon Soldier -- General, 18:38:15 12/27/04 Mon .:Wild Ways:. -- Sage, 11:56:02 12/29/04 Wed Sweet -- Liliha, 18:10:52 12/30/04 Thu -- , 18:35:38 12/30/04 Thu .:Wild Ways:. -- Sage, 22:23:28 12/30/04 Thu