Post by rowes on Feb 15, 2008 11:50:20 GMT -5
I was really bored so I decided to write a story! I have no clue what's going to happen or what it's about. It just came straight out of my head!lol! Tell me what you think! 
The warm sun shone down on the soft fluffy clouds, making them appear pink. The rays also reflected perfectly on the low rolling waves as they hugged the sandy shore in a hypnotising rhythm. Only when a majestic stallion walked amongst the tide was the spell broken. Small ripples surrounded his dark hooves in symmetrical circles, spreading out until the faded and disappeared. His whole body swayed as he moved. Foot after foot he made his way forward as a marching solider facing along trek towards his goal. After awhile he stopped and raised his head. Long strands of pure white silken hair swept across his contented face. He was patrolling his boundaries making sure no one had entered who shouldn’t have. He threw his head up higher as an unfamiliar scent brushed his flared nostrils. The shafts of radiant light illuminated his muscular body. The complex, twisted horn on his head glinted. A dark shape appeared in the distance. It grew closer and closer. The shape took a new form as it came into full view. A mare, but who? She wasn’t part of his herd. He would he recognised her if she was. He let a firm whinny escape his throat. His ears pricked waiting for a reply. Her cry was carried by the wind and pierced his ears. Her cry was one of a stranger, yet he relaxed, as she wasn’t a threat. He stood still and waited for her to come to him. Once she grew closer he noticed she was an older mare. Her back was sunken and her coat was dull with age. She stopped a few feet in front of him and bowed her head. She looked up to him with big brown eyes. They looked into him as if searching his heart of all memories hopes and fears that could include her. He pulled his head back from disbelief. He remembered them eyes, warm and loving. His mother had those eyes. But it couldn’t be her. His mother was always so pretty and had a gleaming coat and shining horn. This mare was frail and faint. Her horn was scratched and chipped. She gave a comforting wicker. His eyes widened. It was her. He took a step and rested his large head on her shoulder affectionately. She copied him in return. He felt the warmth from her soak into his body, filling his heart with a long lost feeling of love. They were separated just after he was weaned. The dark one sent his messengers leaving his family broken as they fled their home. Since then the messenger had died. He had made sure of that. ‘Where did you go?’’ he asked in his soft and caring voice. ‘I searched every where for you and the rest of the herd.’ He added.
‘We escaped to Ironden Downs and made a new, smaller herd.’ She replied.
‘Why didn’t you look for me?’ he asked her raising his head.
‘I believed you were dead. When the messenger took after you and the others I…’ she trailed off sadly. He bowed his head understandingly. ‘When I heard you were alive I came straight over.’ She said changing the subject to a happier memory. ‘I missed you.’ He admitted. ‘I missed you too.’ She smiled. ‘I have my own herd now. Seven mares and three foals.’ He beamed, proud of his family. ‘I’d love to see them.’ She smiled. ‘And my Grand-children.’ She said excitedly. ‘Come.’ He said walking up onto the beach. The mare followed him; her small hooves sank into the soft sand quietly. The Stallion led the way towards the over looking cliff. The white cliffs watched over the beach as if it was a prized possession that they must protect from hazardous hands. A small sandy path led up a sand dune. Small tufts of pale wispy grass swayed in the warm breeze. The two Unicorns made their way over the dune to a grassier plane. Below was a small group of young mares and their foals. Their shining coats gleamed brightly in the setting sun. One of the mares lifted her head between mouthfuls of grass. She whinnied, welcoming him back to his family. As the sand made way for the emerald grass they both passed over the dune. The mares neighed a warning noticing the old mare behind him. The foals went quiet and stepped behind their mothers. He whickered showing them she was no threat. He made his way down the hill, steadying himself on the soft sand. They circled him and neighed affectionately. He finished greeting them after the two days he had been gone. He stood aside holding his head high. His bright blue eyes glimmered. ‘This is my mother, Livana.’ He announced. The mares bowed their head respectfully to the older mare. They watched patiently as the elder mare stepped forward. Her eyes were full of wisdom and experience of life. She was around fifty years old now, in her prime. The mares were quiet. The lead mare stepped forward ‘I am Shea and I am very pleased to meet you.’ She said respectfully. His mother nodded her head. ‘I am Livana and I am pleased to meet you all.’ She replied introducing herself again. ‘This is Shea, Laqueta, Kestrel and her foal Iva, Autumn with little Celine, Pearl, Areia and her foal Tad and Layla.’ He said introducing his mares and foals. Pearl pawed at the ground and nodded her head impatiently. She was the eldest foal from a year ago and would rather play than greet a new mare. Livana held up her head, her horn gave a short burst of a bright light. The filly was stunned; she shook her head and lowered it, quiet. Livana suddenly stood erect her ears pricked. ‘Hide.’ She said simply. Her words and tone told them it was serious, so they obeyed. They hurried the foals into a patch of trees before hiding themselves. Livana looked up at the sky her ears laid back on her neck. ‘Shhh.’ She hushed the foals. A huge dark shape soared across the sky. ‘An Emperor Fishing Dragon.’ She whispered. ‘A... A Dragon? What would a dragon want at Glass beach?’ the stallion asked in a hushed whisper. ‘I’m not sure. Something’s going on in the south. There’s more dragons coming north to find new territories.’ She tried to explain. They watched the dragon fly on over the cliffs and into the distance. ‘He must be going to the wetlands.’ She said, concerned. The small black dot in the distance soon faded out of sight. ‘You can come out now.’ She said relaxing. ‘I don’t understand. Why is a dragon flying through the north?’ Shea asked.
‘I’m sorry I don’t know. There have been many rumours about wars and great fires in the south. None of them have been proven though.’ She answered, sighing. The mare looked down. Even a small Penguin dragon could have easily snatched one of the foals. They were in danger. Once the smaller dragons started coming north so would the larger dragons that would eat anyone of them with the slightest ease. The Unicorns were quiet in awe of the prior events. Impossible questions racing across their minds. ‘Aart, what are we going to do?’ Shea asked her stallion. ‘I don’t know. But we must protect the foals what ever we do.’ He sighed. He looked at the skies, the sky now dark a blanket of tiny stars watched over them. ‘I think we should sleep in the trees. We can’t be safe in the open until we know the dragons are gone.’ He neighed softly, as much as it pained him. He led them into the lush trees. They were still wearing their dark green over grown coats, being the last trees to sacrifice themselves to the winter. A blunt chilly wind pushed it’s way past the leaves causing them to shutter and flap. The noise was soothing and relaxing, as if they were reassuring the herd that they were well protected under their power. Aart watched as his family slept, huddling together. He then looked out and into the dangerous world beyond. ‘Why do you trouble us so?’ he asked the sky quietly. He waited for a reply, knowing he was never going to get one. He waited, restless. Eventually the darkness faded into light bringing a new feeling of hope. The mares stirred once the cries of the winter realer were first heard. Aart stood to attention as a lone realer passed their trees. Its large structure could be a threat if it took a disliking to one of the foals. Its white and black feathers stood out against the green background. It was a sign that snow would be soon to follow. It gave a menacing glare to Aart. He gave a warning, stamping his hoof on the ground. It turned away and strutted off in an odd fashion. He kept his eye on the sky, still shaken from the day before. He felt responsible for his family, if anything happened to them and he could have prevented it… well, he’d never live it down. Everyone was quiet. It wasn’t the same now. Now they knew there was a new danger in the already dangerous world, they had to keep on their toes. At every noise Aart jumped in fright, afraid the dragon had returned. He looked out onto the horizon, only the sound of waves and the seagull’s cry could be heard. He squinted as a small shape appeared over the sea. It must be the dragon; He stood deathly still, to scared to move. It disappeared again. Over a few hours it came and went, but only appearing as a small blotch in the sky. ‘It’s getting worse.’ Aart stated. ‘Something’s scaring it.’ She sighed. ‘A larger dragon by the looks of it.’ She said, her eyes growing wide. He turned his head as a huge shot of fire was burst into the sky. ‘This is getting out of hand.’ He sighed. ‘We’re going to have to move. For the foals sake.’ He stated, no one was safe. ‘We’ll go north. As far as we can go.’ He neighed firmly; he’d take no debate. ‘There’s a safe cove beyond the pine mountains. But we’d have to go through the forest and Griffon Valley.’ She added planning their way. He nodded. Walking reluctantly towards the mares he had to tell them they were moving. The path would be dangerous, but glass beach wasn’t going be safe for much longer. They’d have to leave as soon as possible. Maybe the following day if possible.
That's as far as I've got so far! Be critical!
The warm sun shone down on the soft fluffy clouds, making them appear pink. The rays also reflected perfectly on the low rolling waves as they hugged the sandy shore in a hypnotising rhythm. Only when a majestic stallion walked amongst the tide was the spell broken. Small ripples surrounded his dark hooves in symmetrical circles, spreading out until the faded and disappeared. His whole body swayed as he moved. Foot after foot he made his way forward as a marching solider facing along trek towards his goal. After awhile he stopped and raised his head. Long strands of pure white silken hair swept across his contented face. He was patrolling his boundaries making sure no one had entered who shouldn’t have. He threw his head up higher as an unfamiliar scent brushed his flared nostrils. The shafts of radiant light illuminated his muscular body. The complex, twisted horn on his head glinted. A dark shape appeared in the distance. It grew closer and closer. The shape took a new form as it came into full view. A mare, but who? She wasn’t part of his herd. He would he recognised her if she was. He let a firm whinny escape his throat. His ears pricked waiting for a reply. Her cry was carried by the wind and pierced his ears. Her cry was one of a stranger, yet he relaxed, as she wasn’t a threat. He stood still and waited for her to come to him. Once she grew closer he noticed she was an older mare. Her back was sunken and her coat was dull with age. She stopped a few feet in front of him and bowed her head. She looked up to him with big brown eyes. They looked into him as if searching his heart of all memories hopes and fears that could include her. He pulled his head back from disbelief. He remembered them eyes, warm and loving. His mother had those eyes. But it couldn’t be her. His mother was always so pretty and had a gleaming coat and shining horn. This mare was frail and faint. Her horn was scratched and chipped. She gave a comforting wicker. His eyes widened. It was her. He took a step and rested his large head on her shoulder affectionately. She copied him in return. He felt the warmth from her soak into his body, filling his heart with a long lost feeling of love. They were separated just after he was weaned. The dark one sent his messengers leaving his family broken as they fled their home. Since then the messenger had died. He had made sure of that. ‘Where did you go?’’ he asked in his soft and caring voice. ‘I searched every where for you and the rest of the herd.’ He added.
‘We escaped to Ironden Downs and made a new, smaller herd.’ She replied.
‘Why didn’t you look for me?’ he asked her raising his head.
‘I believed you were dead. When the messenger took after you and the others I…’ she trailed off sadly. He bowed his head understandingly. ‘When I heard you were alive I came straight over.’ She said changing the subject to a happier memory. ‘I missed you.’ He admitted. ‘I missed you too.’ She smiled. ‘I have my own herd now. Seven mares and three foals.’ He beamed, proud of his family. ‘I’d love to see them.’ She smiled. ‘And my Grand-children.’ She said excitedly. ‘Come.’ He said walking up onto the beach. The mare followed him; her small hooves sank into the soft sand quietly. The Stallion led the way towards the over looking cliff. The white cliffs watched over the beach as if it was a prized possession that they must protect from hazardous hands. A small sandy path led up a sand dune. Small tufts of pale wispy grass swayed in the warm breeze. The two Unicorns made their way over the dune to a grassier plane. Below was a small group of young mares and their foals. Their shining coats gleamed brightly in the setting sun. One of the mares lifted her head between mouthfuls of grass. She whinnied, welcoming him back to his family. As the sand made way for the emerald grass they both passed over the dune. The mares neighed a warning noticing the old mare behind him. The foals went quiet and stepped behind their mothers. He whickered showing them she was no threat. He made his way down the hill, steadying himself on the soft sand. They circled him and neighed affectionately. He finished greeting them after the two days he had been gone. He stood aside holding his head high. His bright blue eyes glimmered. ‘This is my mother, Livana.’ He announced. The mares bowed their head respectfully to the older mare. They watched patiently as the elder mare stepped forward. Her eyes were full of wisdom and experience of life. She was around fifty years old now, in her prime. The mares were quiet. The lead mare stepped forward ‘I am Shea and I am very pleased to meet you.’ She said respectfully. His mother nodded her head. ‘I am Livana and I am pleased to meet you all.’ She replied introducing herself again. ‘This is Shea, Laqueta, Kestrel and her foal Iva, Autumn with little Celine, Pearl, Areia and her foal Tad and Layla.’ He said introducing his mares and foals. Pearl pawed at the ground and nodded her head impatiently. She was the eldest foal from a year ago and would rather play than greet a new mare. Livana held up her head, her horn gave a short burst of a bright light. The filly was stunned; she shook her head and lowered it, quiet. Livana suddenly stood erect her ears pricked. ‘Hide.’ She said simply. Her words and tone told them it was serious, so they obeyed. They hurried the foals into a patch of trees before hiding themselves. Livana looked up at the sky her ears laid back on her neck. ‘Shhh.’ She hushed the foals. A huge dark shape soared across the sky. ‘An Emperor Fishing Dragon.’ She whispered. ‘A... A Dragon? What would a dragon want at Glass beach?’ the stallion asked in a hushed whisper. ‘I’m not sure. Something’s going on in the south. There’s more dragons coming north to find new territories.’ She tried to explain. They watched the dragon fly on over the cliffs and into the distance. ‘He must be going to the wetlands.’ She said, concerned. The small black dot in the distance soon faded out of sight. ‘You can come out now.’ She said relaxing. ‘I don’t understand. Why is a dragon flying through the north?’ Shea asked.
‘I’m sorry I don’t know. There have been many rumours about wars and great fires in the south. None of them have been proven though.’ She answered, sighing. The mare looked down. Even a small Penguin dragon could have easily snatched one of the foals. They were in danger. Once the smaller dragons started coming north so would the larger dragons that would eat anyone of them with the slightest ease. The Unicorns were quiet in awe of the prior events. Impossible questions racing across their minds. ‘Aart, what are we going to do?’ Shea asked her stallion. ‘I don’t know. But we must protect the foals what ever we do.’ He sighed. He looked at the skies, the sky now dark a blanket of tiny stars watched over them. ‘I think we should sleep in the trees. We can’t be safe in the open until we know the dragons are gone.’ He neighed softly, as much as it pained him. He led them into the lush trees. They were still wearing their dark green over grown coats, being the last trees to sacrifice themselves to the winter. A blunt chilly wind pushed it’s way past the leaves causing them to shutter and flap. The noise was soothing and relaxing, as if they were reassuring the herd that they were well protected under their power. Aart watched as his family slept, huddling together. He then looked out and into the dangerous world beyond. ‘Why do you trouble us so?’ he asked the sky quietly. He waited for a reply, knowing he was never going to get one. He waited, restless. Eventually the darkness faded into light bringing a new feeling of hope. The mares stirred once the cries of the winter realer were first heard. Aart stood to attention as a lone realer passed their trees. Its large structure could be a threat if it took a disliking to one of the foals. Its white and black feathers stood out against the green background. It was a sign that snow would be soon to follow. It gave a menacing glare to Aart. He gave a warning, stamping his hoof on the ground. It turned away and strutted off in an odd fashion. He kept his eye on the sky, still shaken from the day before. He felt responsible for his family, if anything happened to them and he could have prevented it… well, he’d never live it down. Everyone was quiet. It wasn’t the same now. Now they knew there was a new danger in the already dangerous world, they had to keep on their toes. At every noise Aart jumped in fright, afraid the dragon had returned. He looked out onto the horizon, only the sound of waves and the seagull’s cry could be heard. He squinted as a small shape appeared over the sea. It must be the dragon; He stood deathly still, to scared to move. It disappeared again. Over a few hours it came and went, but only appearing as a small blotch in the sky. ‘It’s getting worse.’ Aart stated. ‘Something’s scaring it.’ She sighed. ‘A larger dragon by the looks of it.’ She said, her eyes growing wide. He turned his head as a huge shot of fire was burst into the sky. ‘This is getting out of hand.’ He sighed. ‘We’re going to have to move. For the foals sake.’ He stated, no one was safe. ‘We’ll go north. As far as we can go.’ He neighed firmly; he’d take no debate. ‘There’s a safe cove beyond the pine mountains. But we’d have to go through the forest and Griffon Valley.’ She added planning their way. He nodded. Walking reluctantly towards the mares he had to tell them they were moving. The path would be dangerous, but glass beach wasn’t going be safe for much longer. They’d have to leave as soon as possible. Maybe the following day if possible.
That's as far as I've got so far! Be critical!
