Post by wolfie on Jun 27, 2011 21:21:49 GMT -6
The sun had long abandoned the quiet lands sectioned off to the lowest of
the low, those with no home. Given to those last in line for anything, the loner. Still,
it was a nice place, food was plentiful, sustaining easily the great numbers that roamed
here. Water was also abundant and clean, best of all clean. Well that's to say it was
usually a nice place, but not this time of year. White covered the ground and had smothered
all that tasty grass beneath it, vast river that ran along one edge had all but frozen over and
was now little more then a trickle.
It was as if the world had stopped turning this evening, the only sounds to be heard was
the babble of water over stones and ice and a howling breeze that would sweep across the
packed snow that blanketed the meadow. It was calm, like mother nature had taken a big
sigh of releaf that jack frost had come to give her a break in maintaining the order of
the seasons. Not a creature stirred, not now that all the little vermin that crawled the
earth had tucked down in their dens to wait out the freeze. It was amidst this tranquility that a
new life came to be cradled by this plot of land. Trinity was her name. A name not
fitting the creature it was attached to, and this unfitting name was the first and final
kindness her dam and sire had shown her, though harpy would have been more appropriate.
But no, her mother had had hope for the filly when she was young. Hope that would prove
pointless and wasted on the witch. The cloak of ivory that stretched over the she-beast
gleamed brilliantly in the high moon's rays, while the fringe hung from her nape and hind
with effortless ease and danced to some inaudible muse. An angelic scene to any who
didn't know her. Her pace was slow, confident, she needn't hurry. She wasn't like so
many others of her persuasion, running in like some mad-woman and screaming her fool
head off. There was no need for all that. Time had lulled her fury to a point and now
she saved the flashy displays for special occasions. Any other day she was simply an
equine. She had a dangerous calm about her, something about her that just screamed
she wasn't to be trusted. Just as she didn't trust.
Coal stained flints carried her to some obscure place near the borders of the meadow,
she came to rest under a thick grove of evergreens whose limbs, heavy with snow,
creaked and groaned under the weight. At least the snow wasn't so thick here, she
could move freely without having to drag her heels through the knee deep mess.
Keen sights scanned the horizon, taking in her surroundings, her gaze lingered
on one spot. She swore she saw a blot of black against the brightness of the
snow. The faintest sent of something familiar hung in the air that drifted to her
velveteen nostrils, which inhaled greedily the resource most needed for living.
It was so familiar that it was nearly irritating, only because she couldn't quite place it.
She inhaled deep again, pulling the sent in once more. Then all at once it hit her.
She snorted out the breath as quickly as she'd drawn it in, ridding her since of smell of
the putrid sent. The sent had only been so familiar because it in fact belonged to family.
Her brother, to be exact. Her vile, disgusting, waste of flesh brother. Maximus. For the
briefest of moments she allowed her mind to dwell on him, to drift to memories long stored
away in the filing system of her mind. Growing up with him had been hell, well at least for
her. For him it had been positively lovely. He was the favorite only because he
was the elder, no matter how slight the gap in their ages might have been. To their mother
and father he had been perfection embodied and she the thorn in their sides. And everyone
wondered why she turned out so bitter. He was even more beautiful than her, what with his
gleaming jet black coat, which over time gave way to magnificent dapples of contrasting grey.
She had been born plain, stone white. Nothing special. He was bigger, he was stronger, he had
the looks, he was male, he was perfect. She was just the left overs. Her mind snapped back
to present day and with an angered snort she tour at hells roof with such vengeance one might
think her trying to get there the hard way. Snow flew this way and that all around her as she
left deep trenches beneath her in her rage. Though this temper tantrum wasn't allowed to carry
on for long, only a moment to let some of the pent anger out, lest she become truly destructive.
She had to collect herself, of course he hadn't followed, why in the world would he? Why should
that miserable creature even give a second thought to his little sister's well being.. He never had
before. Voids turned up to the cloudless black above her, the menotany of the obstain night sky only
broken now and then by a beacon of light, a star. How had she ended up here? She knew full
well the answer to that question and who was to blame. She knew. In reality, however, it
mattered little as there was nothing she could do, at the moment, to reverse the events that
landed her here. No, now all there was for her to do was wait. But for what? For who?
Trinity
Forgive me father for i have sinned..