Aelordar always had preferred to be alone. To be by himself and try to sort his thoughts out. Thoughts which shouldn't be in his mind anymore. But there it was...again and again. The expression of his beloved mother in the moment she got killed. Anger showed up on his face and he pressed his head against a tree. Calm down. Calm down. But nothing happend and the picture remainded in his mind. The 7 year old stallion sighted and raised his head. He loved to be the loner, because he know that nobody would ever understand him and nobody would ever follow him. He would always be the fifth wheel, but whatever...he was sure to stay with the herd. They need his protection and he needs the protection of the herd. But what should he do? Yes. Nothing.
The Okapi-Painted moved forwards and enjoyed the cool breeze which stroke trough the forest. Sometimes he believed that the wind was talking to him. Like...his mother was talking to him, but this couldn't be true. His mother was dead and her soul was banned from this great lands. But stallions never cry. They don't even talk about their problems and thats why he always had this cold expression on his face and nobody could ever trust him. Good for him. He hates smalltalks with horses who don't understand him...who don't feel the same way than he does, but whatever...

Gently breathing he lowered his head to the ground and his lips touched the ice cold leafs. How would they taste? Like the never lasting winter? Like the kisses of spring? Softly his lips picked up a few leafs and he started to chew, but...his ears set up as he recognized what he was eating there. The leafs tasted like death. They tasted like his past and all what his mind could tell him was- spit it out! Now! His hooves stroke over the ground and the stallion turned his back to the tree where he had found this unedible food. But wait a second...all those feafs...they were everywhere. Sure. He was in the middle of the forest, but never in his life before he had made such an experience. The experience to taste his own past. Why? Why is his past following him? Couldn't it leave him alone?

His heart was beating faster and he knew that he was freaking out. If somebody would find him here...with this expression they would think that he had lost his mind. Serious?
His ears listened to the voice of the forest. And the forest told him that somebody was here. There were some hooves which were touching the ground. Which were cracking leafs and Aelordar was about to forget his fear and follow this voice. Was this a member of his herd, or could this be...? No! Never!

And there she was. Covered and protected in the arms of the forest he saw this mare without any expressions in her eyes. She seemed careful and the stallion didn't need a lot of time to see that she was blind. That she couldn't see him or look in his eyes and read his thoughts.

''Careful...'', he whispered gently fearing that she will hurt herself. She could panic, because she don't see him. She could just...pick up his smell and his voice, or not? Perhaps he could be danger for her...and she did not know. But she was save here. He wouldn't hurt her...but did she know that?


~dadaaa. i'm done. pheww....english posts are hard to write. i know that this is no proper english, but i hope you understand it.

''I'm not saying that I think that you are...'', he tried to reply, but her reaction extraced him from his thoughts and he wasn't able to find the fitting words. What should he say? He wasn't that guy whose strengh it was to find the perfect words for a situation. The stallion breathed softly and waited for any new reactions. Yes. This mare seems to know what she wanted and what she was doing. But in his eyes she looked so helpless. Not because of her reactions, of her way to move...no. It was just the fact that she seemed to be blind and he couldn't imagine how it would be to live in a world without colours and faces. But wait? So she couldn't even see how he looked like. She couldn't say anything about his weird stripes....nothing...

Her nostrills softly touched him and his heart tried to find another rythm, but there wasn't any. What was she doing? But including the fact, that the mare wasn't able to see anything he trusted in her and her reactions. Why should she touch a stranger? Of course. This was her way to see the dark world which was formed out of shadows.
''I understand. It's fine...''

The stallion tried to stand still, but there was a question which was whispering in his mind. Over and over again. ''Can I ask you something?'', he whispered gently. His muscels seemed to tensed and he turned his head in her direction while his mane was stroking hers. He waited for a response, because he always was a quiet, but gentle guy. If she wasn't here to talk...she would say no and could leave. Leave without having his question in her mind.

Without making a noice he watched her movements. Aelordar tried to notice how the behaviour of the mare was breathing and how she was finding herself in this big dark world. The stallion always had the problem that he wanted to react...wanted to help a lonely soul which was holding a mirror in which he could see his own problems. Softly, he turned his head so his green eyes, which were reminding of a snake, could analize the mare and her beings. He had never seen her before and he was scared that she could be lost, but no..this wasn't the situation. His question was waitng on his tongue but there was no way that he could ask her that. Nevermind., he told himself while the mare was hiding under her long beautiful mane. Yes. It was black like one of the darkest nights he had ever seen. Just now he realized that his eyes were focused on hers and not at her body. She was painted with a dark brown..oh no..it was gray...or..a mixture of it but Aelordar could not explain. And yes..there were white stripes, which almost looked like his own, but not in the real realtiy, because sometimes he wished that he wouldn't be for him self anymore. This mare seemed to had some problems too..he could read this in her death but sparkly eyes. He really needed a friend and so he wasn't able to ask the question. The stallion always had the talent to say things which he did not mean like they sound.

''I was wondering were you come from. I've never seen you before and your eyes are telling me that you couldn't walk that far. Or is it easy for you to stroke with your legs trough a foreign place? And no...I'm not underestimating you...it's just that I've never met a blind horse before.''

No. Aelordar don't know any strangers, because there was no horse in this world which could been a stranger to him. There were only two categories: the visibles and the ghosts. And the mare really represented the second categorie. Her eyes were like a veil in which you could loose yourself. Emotionless, but beautiful und deep...like the voice of an ocean.
''May I ask you what your name is?'', he sneaked with a little smalltalk and with the wish to find out her name and something about herself.

(with your phone? i could never do that. and i do more mistakes while writing from my computer.)

Aelordar really believed her even she looked so helpless like a foal, but the way she was talking...the way she was moving. Well yes...this was showing him how brave she was and that she surely knows how to survive in this deep world without having the eyes to see. He lowered his neck slowely so the mare could recongnized all of his respect. Really? Aelordar would freak out if something would happend and he would loose the light out of his eyes. There was nothing he had. No one he trusted..no family...nothing. So what would he do then when the world was soaked into deep darkness and he couldn't see the beauty anymore which was captured in flowers and all the other beloved things which mother nature had created. They don't talk. They just allow him to stare at them the whole day without saying something. This was his meaning of his life and so he was living it.
But there it was...again...her voice, but what she was telling him was helping his neck up and let him stare at here with an frightened expression. ''You can tell...?'', his voice trembeld and everybody who was listening to him could say that he was rarely surprised. But..but she was blind. Wasn't she? His deep green eyes tried to analize the white ones. But they looked so...blind. And she was acting blind. Was that mare playing a game? Beware. Not with Aelordar. But he was right. She could not and the stallion was really relieved. ''You weren't that wrong. I'm not like the other horses here...i'm different. My markings are different! And nobody thaught me how to live with that.'' Oh no. Don't get emotional.

But Aelordar kinda enjoyed her presence, because she was sending a calm aura, which was covering his body like a blanket. ''Not a fool. I think that everybody should know what he can do and how far he can go...but..'', his eyes looked around like he was afraid of something coming. ''...there are a lot of dangerous things out here. Not everybody can manage them.'' Perhaps she could...so better stop talking now. ''But I love it how you see the world..even if you can't see it with your eyes. It seems like you are creating your own world...your own way to see.'' Yes she perfectly did. How else could she travelled so far and could shock Aelordar with her words?

''Nachtschade.'', he repeaded her words, while he gently listened to her. This name was bound on a terrible story and Aelordar could feel the pain, which was dragged trough his body. ''I'm sorry for you...but i think that you don't want to hear that. Nobody is feeling sorry for me and I'm glad.'' He tried to give her a trustful smile, but the face of his mother was appearing in his mind. ''My name is Aelordar...i have a herd, but i prefer it to be by myself. My mother died a couple years ago. She got killed...so perhaps there is something we got in common.''

"You didn't hurt me..." The tall stallion just shook his head and blew a soft wind out of his nostrils. And why? Yes...she couldn't know what has happened to him in the past. She didn't know everything and so did he. So he was careful about all his steps he was going to do. He was so kind-hearted when he was able to talk with other horses and with other mares. Yes! The stallion was scared that he could appear like a total outsider, but...of course he was...but he wasn't that man who could accept this. His dad just made him a loner...his dad made a lot things out of him, because he never wanted Aelordar to be caring friend, but after the dead of his mother...the stallion totally changed, but he was too scared that some horses could remember him. Even if this wouldn't make any sense. He did so many wrong things, because of his father.
"Tigerstripes...? Sure I've heard about all these different horses, but...it's not the only reason why I prefer to play hide and seek." He laughed. He really wanted to change the topic, but Nachtschade already took this part over...and he felt the cold wind climbing up his back...
"The shade leader?" It wasn't hard to see that his eyes were wide opened. Did she just mentioned the shades? Pardon. The shade leader...no! Aelordar really had no idea and he felt how this name of the leader tasted like the dead leaves from before...
"You don't need to feel sorry for me....but...the shade leader? May I ask which wind took you there?"
Shades...Shades...Shades...this name was just like a ghost of his past....shades....a quiet voice in his head was whispering this name over and over again...SHADES!!! And the only thing he could hear was his heart screaming...

The weak light of the sun danced on his skin as he moved his body quite slowly. His nostrills were tasting the air while his eyes were trying to focus the beautiful face of the blind mare. He should better be quiet and should not tell her so much about him. He was the ghost of the forest and nobody should know his stories. Really...why should they? They only could hurt him more and more.
''Don't worry about it...I think that I can believe you when you are talking about the shades. Everybody makes his own experiences...so don't worry about it.'' He whispered with a soft voice and tried to bestow her a smile on his lips. He gingerly made a step on the ground and walked a few steps to the front of the dark mare. ''Sure I will. Just follow me if you want to...so perhaps we could talk about different things than the shades. I don't want to be heard...'' No. Not really. Of course she was right that you don't need to be afraid of them when the sun was rising...but what would happen if they would find him when the blue moon was ruling over the heaven.

But why was Aelordar so uptight when somebody was talking about the shades? This was his little secret, but jut listen to his careful steps...and you could know that he wasn't that stallion who was afraid of everything. He just needed his time to regenerate from his hurtful past. ''So...why Andernfels? Are you searching for somebody...? Or were you missing the smell of live...the smell of all these flowers?'' For one moment he stand still and pressed his wide nostrills onto the ground which was fullfilled with the beauty of the nature. Could flowers be a reason to take a long journey on your back? Were flowers the reason why he was here....?