raindrops & amity [open!]

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» Rain dribbled lazily from the sky, pattering on the fresh new-green leaves that had just sprouted from the branches of the apple trees. They filled the orchard, branches spreading over an increasingly wet meadow. Despite the rain and the overcast sky, the world was alive with color. Profusions of flowers in every shape and shade cascaded from every available surface, from the large white and pink blossoms that would soon be replaced with apples to dainty wild flowers scattered among the grass like a misplaced rainbow. The sun still managed to shine weakly from behind a thin layer of clouds, making it seem as if the rain was more out of place in this fantasy land than it actually was. It was spring, after all, the season of rain and rebirth. At last plants were emerging from the boring sleep of winter and shouting their merriment for the world to hear in bright splashes of color. To the young stallion walking softly through the orchard, it was almost as if he himself had been reborn once more as a foal. It had been raining much like this when he had followed his mother home from the birthing grounds. Many years had passed since then since he had looked upon the world with anything near the same wonderment and joy that filled his child's heart. Now, though, his eyes could not seem to soak in enough of the bright colors around him. Never more than now did Rayzarack wish to throw off the weight of his insanity and dance merrily though the meadow singing his joy to the heavens. Alas, the knowledge that he was so very mad, so incurably mad, plagued his every step. Spring might be the season for flowers, but it was also the time of year when he was most vulnerable to the lapses of his sanity. Birds twittered and sang in every tree and bush. All the while he heard their dreadful whispers and recriminations.

» Thin, damp grass clung cloyingly to the stallion's long white legs. They had become spattered with mud, making their normally solid stockings as splotched as the rest of him. The horse was tall, or close enough that it made no difference, and oddly striking. Instead of being totally filled out with muscles, he was wiry and thin, a mottled coat hanging on bones meant for a much larger frame. A black mane dripped across his rich brown neck, spilling thin wisps of darker color over the dusty canvas of the horse's skin. Rain drops had begun to cut clear rivulets through the caked-on dust. Above his head, a songbird whistled about the coming of fire. Their predictions were always so dire, songbirds. so small and close to home, their shrill cries sounded like the nattering of scared housewives to the tired ear of Rayzarack. At least, if he had to be mad, the voices were interesting. The same day that his mother had brought him home to the herd he had told her in a whisper how he heard the voices of birds. A strange look of fear filled her eyes. She had commanded him never to speak of it to anyone else.

» Rayzarack paused beneath the canopy of one of the apple trees. The rain had worsened, causing the birds to shut their mouths and hide lest their feathers get damp. The only sound was the pitter-patter of droplets striking the surface of a leaf. As water collected on the branch it was weighed down, causing the drooping apple blossoms to scrape across his lean back, depositing pollen as they went. Ray let out a sigh, allowing his finely shaped head to lower. It was nice, for once, to be able to relax and enjoy the silent beauty of a rainy spring. For years he had avoided most horses, dreading the disgusted look that came in to their eye when they realized how mad he was. At this moment, though, he could almost want another creature to talk to. How empty it seemed without all the birds.

notes » sorry for the messiness and oddness, still trying to work him out!

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Saeren

She hadn’t been to the Free Lands for some time. It was as if the mountains had cloyed to her skin, trapping her within the very land that she hated. Indeed, it wasn’t the mountains themselves that she hated, but it was the stallion who had taken her against her will to stay there, where the wind blew and the snow stayed for far too long. Her heart had longed to be free, to soar and explore as she was inclined to do. Finally, this spring she had escaped and found herself free as a bird once more. The lush grasses and the twittering birds called her home once again. The creamy colored mare sighed with pleasure at the scent of spring. It was raining lightly, pattering against the shoots and small leaves. The trees sported glistening ornaments, diamonds that moved like liquid silver and sparkled when light sunlight hit them at the right angle.

Saeren was tired of traveling and wished for a break. A break from all of the wandering and wishing and wasting away. Her mind was tired and her body was weary. Mud was clotted into her tail which was normally a pale white, but now looked more like a murky brown. The constant dripping was enough to drive any horse mad, but after the constant blowing and howling of the mountain winds, the mare was thankful for a change of pace. “You thought that you could cage a bird, did you,” she murmured to herself. The last mistake that her previous captor had made was to think that she would go along willingly and forget about her freedom for what he thought was proper. He was wrong, obviously, but she knew that he would have feelings about her rather abrupt and secretive flight from his home. He had done what he could to keep her down and still happy, but the only happiness was in freedom. Saeren would fight for that very freedom until her bones littered the ground. Perhaps she would spend her life alone and childless, as he had threatened, but at least she would spend it free.

ooc: this is short but whatever. I haven't written for her in ages.
word count: 357
tag: rayzarack
muse: celtic woman

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» The dull, white noise of the rain drops lulled the stallion into a sense of security as he stood alone in the orchard. Not even a breeze stirred the heavy branches of the trees, lending the air a heavy, stifling feel. A hot, wet blanket seemed to lie over Rayzarek's head. Even the air that he pulled into his lungs seemed cloyingly wet and the stallion idly thought of the mold that must surely be building up even now within his lungs. Suddenly a dull noise broke his reverie. The snap of a damp twig was not a loud noise, but among the constant barrage of rain noises it stood out. The tall stallion swivelled his head, seeking the source of the noise with dark brown eyes. There. A mare picked her way daintily through the wet landscape, her pale hide almost glowing among the dull colors of the rainy day. Rayzarek drew in his breath sharply and stared at her. Her sudden appearance seemed to be the answer to his wish for a companion to talk to, but now that he had the opportunity he felt the anxiety grip his heart. He couldn't actually talk to the mare, could he?

» All the moisture seemed to leave his throat and he stared. His mind was filled by the memory of mocking foals as they danced around him, taunting him with their cruel words. He had been younger, of course, but their japes and insults still rankled in his skin. It had been his fault, of course. It was always his fault. He shouldn't have been caught talking back to that dumb bird. After that the youngsters of his herd had never left him alone. For years he had had no friends. All the horses he was supposed to grow up with and form a bond with loathed him. At last he had left the herd, but the fear of rejection, of taunts, had haunted him ever since. But no. Rayzarek could not, would not, allow fear to rule his life forever. With an overwhelming sense of dread he stepped out from underneath his apple tree. Water rained down on him, trickling through his black mane and tail and plastering the hair to the side of his painted body. "Er....um.. Hello?" Was there anyway he could have sounded like more of an idiot? Embarrassed, the warmblood ducked his head and avoided the mare's gaze, choosing instead to examine her hooves.

notes » i totally messed up on his name