Illishar walked through the terrain. His aging pools taking in everything. He had survived eight winters and his body was not what it used to be. He was bigger now, his fully devolped muscles and some. He was a great fighter as his sire and his granddam and grandsire had been. He was wiser and more experienced, he knew when to fight and how to win. He was also more aware. Young stags could overthrow him when he is thirteen and older.
Illishar had to say these were his prime years. He no longer had to live with the worry of a more experienced or stronger stag possibly taking the herd from him. He did miss his energy from his younger years though.
Illishar stopped and really looked around to see where his pillars had taken him. His blood ran cold and he realized where he was. Directly across from him was the bank where his father had died. He was standing in the same spot he had watched his father spend his final seconds at. He tossed his cran, trying to shake himself from his thoughts. He didn`t want to be here, nor did he want to remember that day.
Illishar turned and trotted up the bank and stood at the top of a nearby hill. He stood `pon the crest of the emerald mound and gazed at the geo laid out before him. He reared up `pon mighty hinds and his daggers sliced the air before him at a deadly speed. He parted his librims to unleash a call unmatched by anyone who resided in his humble abode. He landed with a thud and gazed once more at the beautiful terrain. He was looking for one equine in particular, Midnight.
A soft sigh escaped the russet equine. She was not as old as some nor was she as young as the others. Her hide had a few scars from the war, two years or so ago. Her life had changed so much now that she resided in the light terrain. Her blood would always run dark but now she was content living here with her mate and colt, though he wasn’t a colt anymore.
Ivories grazed the long, soft, lush blades, pulling it up from the roots. Cranium raised and she began walking. She wondered what was wrong with her son. The last time she saw him; there was rage and coldness in his eyes before he took off out of the fields. Something about him had changed.
Towers flickered to the side as she heard Illishar’s call. Midnight turned in his direction then picked up a graceful trot to him. She stood at the bottom of the hill looking up to handsome stallion. She raised her muzzled up to the air and nickered out to him. A soft, gentle, breeze caught her mane and tangled the ebony tassels in the playful wind. Orbs, still as bright as when she was three, gazed at her mate lovingly.
Illishar smiled softly as he saw Midnight come to him, pleasure clear on his face. He had been thinking about her a lot lately since Aidan had left. Now she was all he had in the terra. His son was gone, off to make his own mistakes. Now he was with his true love once more.
He galloped down the hill quickly and drew to a sudden halt near his mate. He stepped closer until his pelt brushed against her`s. His muzzle ran down her nape in a loving nuzzle as he took in her sweet scent. It seemed slike it had been forever and eternity since he had last saw her.