Posts by Stormfire1199

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^{TPBM has a brother}

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^{Calypso never liked mornings, period. The bright rays of sun worming their way into her peaceful sleep, making it absolutely impossible for her to sleep past sun-up. On a particularly bright (and therefore infuriating) morning, the chestnut mare was aimlessly walking the cool hallways. The brilliant archways and magnificent designs always enthralled her, she could gaze at everything for hours upon end without tiring. Shaking out her lighter colored golden mane, strands flying into her eyes, she huffed along annoyed at having to wake so early. What she needed was a cool refreshing walk in the forest.
The thought invigorated her, melting away her anger momentarily and lending swiftness to her ambling stride. She started carrying her head higher than the almost droop it was in and pricked her dainty ears. Brown optics taking in her surroundings, she once again reveled at the details that always took her breath away. With a sigh of pleasure she tore her gaze away from the artwork to narrowly avoid colliding with a mare the matched the floors, glossy ghost white.
"Watch it."
She huffed, glaring at the mare and continuing on her way. Even if it was her fault for not paying attention she was still plenty annoyed. What was her name? Lula? Lola? No. It was Luna. That name suits her, the grumpy mare thought to herself, as she was a pale as the moon. She couldn't stand names that didn't match with the owner, like calling a draft horse "tiny" or "bitty". Ridiculous, she shook away the annoyance of it all and proceeded her march down the halls.
Her hoofsteps echoed throughout the silent walls, not many other horses were yet awake. Oh how she wished she was one of them. Oh but no, she had to be awaken early by the warm summer rays of the always-much-too-bright sun. Ugh, the joys of being a horse. Shaking away her negativity she reached the gates, the full-on power of the still climbing sun hit her. She sighed again, it was sort of nice. She loved how it tickled her back and warmed her through. Shaking out her coat she broke into a trot, then jumped into a rocky canter. Cantering wasn't really her specialty, hard gallops and jumping were more her thing. Her canter just looked painful to watch, but no matter no body was watching.
The gates were thankfully open, and she summoned and even faster canter which was almost a gallop. The sweet summer smells cascaded to her flared nostrils, and she happily drank in the dewy morning scents. Birds chirped from their perches, at least somebody was happy. Her hooves hollowly thudding against the bridge the terrain changed and her hoofbeats turned to soft thuds in the pine-straw-and-moss covered spongy ground. It must've rained that night because the ground was springy and soft. Letting out a whinny of pleasure, she leaped into a swift gallop. Her thoughts slowed down and she was entirely focused on each rhythmic beat, savoring that brief moment when she was suspended in the air.
As the forest swallowed her up and out of sight, she slowed to a more fluid canter now that her muscles were loosened. The air still had that slight morning chill to it, and it made her shiver with pleasure. Eyes wide open for anything in her path, she rounded a well worn corner, and skidded to a halt to avoid the roadblock. Her breath came in deep gulps and her heartbeat wildly from almost colliding with the tree. She was glad she hadn't tried to jump it, but now her shoulder hurt from stopping so suddenly. She could just make out the dip on the other side, she would've landed awkwardly and badly twisted a leg or maybe broken it.
Spinning around she started to leap into a canter, but her shoulder stopped her. She suddenly realized it really hurt. Great, a wrenched shoulder just what she needed. Gritting her teeth she tried again, favoring her right shoulder, and slowly worked her way up into a painful canter. It was better than hobbling back, though. White blaze shining in the dim light of the cool forest, she made her way out of the forest, unsure of just how long she'd been gone now.}

^{Well not at this current moment in time ;3 summer vacay baby}

^{TPBM goes back to school in september}

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