Wandering [Åben]

The large, heavy hooves were placed promptly against the substrate. The winter had come. The snow had fallen from the sky, and the area - which was bare and cold had even got some charm now.

Belial had left fine dark traces in the white snow. His route and journey was easy to find if you just looked out into the landscape. He had walked in his own thoughts. With himself and no one else. No tracks could be seen - only his. The ears were flaped to the sides. Thinking - wandering. Not much happened in his head, but there were thoughts. He didn't know what he was hoping to find, but he wanted something. He was restless.

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A long legged mare, dark as the night, found herself in a snow white landscape. She didn't care much for the snow nor did she like the coldness. She was used to the warmth coming from the underground close to the volcano. She always stayed on the island, Foehn, not because she had to, but because she loved it there. The darkness, the warmth. In the snow she could not hide even if she wanted to but she had never in her intire life seen the earth turn white.

N'zall had to see for herself what the white glittering sky looking stuff was. She didn't ask for any company. Sometimes she wanted a stallion around her and at other times some ignorant Key she could play with. This time she was seeking refuge away from the volcano and the brotherhood. Of course she could stay in the middle of their home if she wanted to avoid a particular face, but then she wouldn't be able to find out more about the skies that had fallen to the ground.

While she was wandering, she found herself crossing a path of another track. The hoofprints were too big to belong to whomever she wanted to get away from. She wanted to be alone but at the same time she wanted company. The long legged mare with the milky white eyes was not easy to satisfy, but she craved satisfaction.

Belial was anything but a random stallion. Many did not discover that there was more than the eye saw. The silence and the lack of speech could seem strange to anyone. Especially for strangers. 

As he walked away, he became increasingly focused on other sounds. The crunching snow could be heard more clearly and clearly from behind. At one point the white stallion ended up stopping. The ears were directed backwards. Listening. Observant. He waited for whatever would appear. Quiet and almost identical to the snow. Soon a shadow appeared. Not any shade. One he had crossed roads with earlier. One of his own.

Her name was saved but not forgotten. Never had he said it loudly, but he had listened as the growing ones had spoken. N'zall. He did not say a sound, but waited for her step to catch him - as he stood still and awaited her arrival. Because he figured that she would meet him. That was why she had moved out into the bleeding snow; He thought. 

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If the white stallion before her hadn’t stopped, they would probably follow the same path without meeting eachother. But he had stopped. She saw it as his figure came closer – not because he was moving, but because she was.

As she reached him she did not stop. Instead she passed him, letting one side of her flanks rub against his like a cat longing for attention. As she reached his head she dug under his head to continue on the other side. Dark flames of shadows licked her long legs trying to reach the white stallion as well. They knew him. They wanted him…. Or maybe it was her wanting him instead.

She bit him. Toying with him in her own mysterious way, like she did so many else. Almost anyone she met. If male that was. Mares were getting a completely different side of N’zall. She could be vicious if she wanted to and when it came to the females, she most often was.

He remained standing. N'zall came closer to him, and soon he felt how she was sneaking around her. Like a cat who wanted attention.

His body screamed for attention and he pondered for a while whether to give her a puff before he felt her bite toward him. The big whistled snowshite stallion did not even raise an eyebrow. As a statue he stood still before he, with his big body, burst into her and snaped her in the leg. He pushed to her and with his strength he pushed to move around her. He enjoyed this game. Loved playing with others this way and she was no exception. He was ready for more fun in the snow.

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N’zall wasn’t one to let people push her. Not mentally and definitely not physically if she could help it. Of course some were stronger than she was and sometimes she had no other option, than to do whatever was wanted of her. This guy was stronger than her. Stronger than Golden boy even. Trying to resist his pushing wasn’t an option, but all wasn’t lost yet. Instead of letting him push her around she started to change direction. Then one could argue whether or not he was pushing her or following her. N’zall obviously preferred the ladder.

She liked having a tail of admirers and their attention. His snap made her teeth seek his skin again. She swished her tail in an attempt to hit him with it. She liked playing with her victims, even though most of them didn’t even know they were her victims. Only the mares, because it was more than just obvious, but the males. That was a completely other story.

Everytime she had her back to the white stallion, she kept looking over her shoulder at him. The milky white eyes as flirty as she could manage. She had her secret agenda for her ears only, but she needed someone to take the blame.