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A gentle movement of hooves echoed throughout the royal lands of the Non-chalant. The green grass seem to be sprouting through the melting snow to reveal the coming of spring. In some areas, the grass was completely cleared of the snow. What had it been, a winter almost I had been in these lands? I treasured the sweet smell of spring in the air, knowing it would be a time of prosperity for many equines; while to most darks it brought despair. My walking pace was easy and relaxed. My tall figure's shadow loomed over a few shrubs that marked the area. My tail swished lazily in the gentle breeze. My nostrils flared open to smell the air. Hopefully the King enjoyed this time of year as much as I did. My locks rolled in behind me as I leaned forward. The land of Enola I could get used to since he and I were royalty. Still, I felt like something was wrong here with the fact I was a rogue. But we seemed to have gotten along quite well actually, and for that I was thankful. It had been almost one season ago when we met. Though there was height difference between us, I could see through that like I had Crys. Fenrir was a good stallion to say the least. Tossing my head I stood motionless, bidding my time carelessly. I'm not usually like this, but spring always brings a better side of me out. Letting out a deep breath, I began to retrace my tracks. My movements were more fluid than usual to show the fact that soon I would be coming into season. Following the scent of my mate (or I guess at least since being queen is still new to me), I moved in his general direction. The hills here was less hilly than the newly claimed Raiden Hills. If anything, Enola was unique and I could quite describe it's land scape to tell the truth. But I needn't worry about it now since before my hazel speckled blue eyes is the King himself. Ello, King, I spoke. 'King' was my nickname for him. My eyes opened from my memory. I remember being Queen with him and all the fond memories we held. Sighing, I let my head fall as I moved through the maze. The vines on the walls clung closely to it's victim, and with deadly thorns it was no use to climb over them. With my mane dropping over my hazel eyes, I continued to walk before I came out to a small pond. A few deciduous(sp?) trees grew around it, with it a willow tree. I come to the side of the pond and put a hoof to it. MY eyes watched as the water rippled, disturbing my reflection. I knew that I had seen the Goblin King before. His eyes and form I had seen before, but where? Where? Opening my eyes, they flared with frustration as I rose up. My hooves came down with a thump, splashing water and mud over my body. I close my eyes tightly and I grunted. I hated this life just for the fact that most of my memories were gone. Or vision every now and then would come to me. How come I know your face and ways, but not the time and place?I asked myself as I returning to watching the disturbed water. |
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| My ears flicked backwards towards. I turned my head around to see you standing near me. I bow my head to you slowly in respect but I do not answer. My eyes just watch you for a second before changing their position to the pond. I feel like I've known you before so much and that there was something important that we did, but what? You speak of words I know so well, and my eyes closed as I stand out in front of the pond. I've never known my way, and I only get some place if I've lost something or someone.... I speak, my words sounding a little harsh, but experience is true with them. I quickly let out a deep breath and open my eyes. But I thank you for your concern, King Jareth, I add. My head glances at you briefly before looking out at the pond longinly. I want my mortal life... No.... I want to be dead, up in paradise with all my friends and soulmate as I watch my children grow up. That's why I gave my life up for that creature, so that it may live as I found peace. But fate is funny like that, isn't it? Or at least it's my karma. How come every time I see you, I know that you and I have known each other on the other side? I said, a genuine question as I turned around to look you in the eye Goblin King. My facial expressions olemn, meaning I was serious. Or is it immortality playing a trick on me? |