Reflections || Lakota & Deus

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i listened to her as she spoke. i could feel, hear the melancholy in her voice and tone. the way her aura shifted from bright and encouraging to dulled and sad. i could feel for her, the way she missed some of the finer things in the luxury of the human life - for who wouldn't? ultimately, though, freedom was well worth all the sacrifices needed to be made. i wouldn't mind having to remind her of this from time to time - to keep her strong. i was about to react to her both physically and audibly, when the awful scent of dogs came about. i snorted, nostrils crinkling at the stench. then, as if a saving grace, lakota offered to go for a walk. and with the on coming rain, it would help wash our scents away. 

"that sounds lovely." 
i pivoted gingerly, careful to not wham the girl with my hide as i turned tail, and began walking along the sandy beach to..well wherever the hell we were headed to this time. 
"do you have any place in mind? i'm newer to these lands." 
i spoke honestly, peering back over my shoulder at lakota. 

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My head had lowered itself as, once again, I had found myself far too nostalgic. My mood had plummeted considerably and so, when the stallion had began to walk on, I trailed along behind him with a lazier composition and I kept my eyes on the ground. When he spoke and I heard his voice directed right toward me I lifted my crown so quickly I almost pulled muscles in my slender neck. I forced my ears forwards and strained a little smile onto my features.

"I don't, actually. Where would you like to go? I know there's a cave at the far end of the beach by those cliffs ahead... It might be nice to stay in if a storm comes."

I didn't actually know where to suggest but I just wanted to move. I hoped that, by going somewhere, our conversation would change and I'd be distracted as well as us having a smaller chance of being hunted down by the canines.

[WHITE TIMBER]

Her suggestion to the cavern was a great one, so that we may avoid the winds and stinging rains.
"that'd be perfect."
Baritones expelled in sheer honesty. Heavily feathered limbs advanced colossal stature at a rather leisurely pace, each hoof cast forth like distant thunder with each implant. Surely the wolves wouldn't continue their onslaught in the middle of a storm? I didn't particularly like dogs of any sort, so I was unaware of their habits in the least. Whenever they'd come around in my paddock, I would always chase them off or attempt to stomp them into the ground. Wild dogs would be no different. And besides, Lakota was too pretty to be thrown to the wolves -in a literal and figurative sense.

Icy crystalline lenses darted back toward the beauty as thick neck craned slightly, so that she may better hear my voice. Good thing, too, just then a gust of wind whooshed by, violently pulling at the long ebony strands about my crest and rump. The grizzly whiskers about my chin groove also whipped violently.
"we might want to hurry,"
I suggested, skull swinging to my forefront as thick limbs kicked it up into a heavy trot.