Once upon a time...[private]

Ooc: Continuing from skype, just copy and pasted the small beginning that was started. This is a private thread between myself and Little Red.

Heartstring

A famous spot where every year ponies, come fall, would host the annual event 'Running of the Leaves'. It was a big race, though it's true purpose was to help the leaves fall off the trees come fall. It is host in the White Tail Woods just west of Ponyville. The White Tail Wood's is treated almost like a regular park, no real dangers like those you would find in the Everfree Forest. It for the most part was quite pleasant place to walk through and just enjoy the sights, be at peace and not worry about the troubles of the world.

The sun peaked high in the sky and illuminated and pierced quite easily into the woods and revealed it's soothing appearance. Within the woods there was a small purple bridge that arched over a river with a waterfall near by. It looked to be an excellent choice to stop and take a rest at. With the rushing sounds of water nearby and the tranquil natural sounds lifting off the forest, it combined together as white noise.

The young bright red stallion that decided to rest there would reveal the tranquility of the place with his slowly bobbing head. His lids heavy covering his sky blue eyes. His long bushy tail curling around his haunches as he sat quite comfortably on the ground keeping his balance so as not to fall over on his site. He wore a black belt, with a blue buckle and also wore a blue high collar with a black scarf. On his right ear there was a bright green flower tied to his long, slightly floppy, ears by a rather colorful ribbon. His sky blue mane bounced with the breeze that passed through the woods.

While he appeared to be quite elegant in his appearance, there would be evidence upon his body that would tell a different story, claw marks upon his lower back and on his legs. Thankfully however, he didn't appear to be messy, or dirty, he look like he took rather good care of himself. Though the most striking of features were the marking's upon his face, many confused them for tattoo's that he merely just dyed his coat to get it like that, but in truth they were natural birth marks.

For now sitting peacefully and undisturbed this young stallion, Heartstring, the wandering storyteller would, quite miserably, try to fight the urge to sleep.

Little Red
Little Red was in the forests. Today was..boring for her. No customers, not even a familiar face. So Little Red thought it would be a good time to stock up. She was in White Tail wood, looking for other plants for her many potions. Her horn glowed a bright scarlet, searching for the plants she uses to use.

Her mane was styled somewhat neatly today, in it's usual loose style. The cream colored mare trotted down the path, whistling rather boredly. She looked around as her horn glowed brightly. Checking to see where she was. Her tail swayed around slightly, with her saddle bag bouncing in tow. "Now where is it?" She asked herself curiously.

Once she got to the bridge. She stopped dead in her tracks...it was off of the bridge? It was close to Ponyville was it? She wasn't sure...during this year all the trees looked the same with it's coloring. So far as the unicorn can tell she doesn't know unless she takes a close look!

Little Red trots over the bridge. Seeing Heartstring there. She raised a brow...does he realize that wereponies live in these woods? Or is he one himself? Only thing to find out...she slowly and quietly trots over to him. She levitated a stick over slowly. She poked him with the stick, and then jumped into a near by bush. She doesn't want to eaten alive.

She watches from the nearby bushes, seeing if he'll wake up.

Heartstring

Oh it wouldn't be so bad, just for a few minutes. Yes, only a few minutes and that should be enough. Neat simple thoughts he used to convince himself that it was perfectly fine to just sleep out here in the woods. He also told himself that nothing could go wrong, it's day time, it's a peaceful places, there's no way something would try to eat him here. With all the reason's he came up with he allowed the tiredness to rock him to sleep.

Sleep came quick and fast as he found himself in wrapped in that same feeling of weightlessness that accompanied him into sleep. It was short lived however as he felt a prodding sensation into his side and it ripped him right from his peaceful slumber. His eyes slowly lifted just enough so that he can glance to his left and then to his right. His left ear twitched and lowered for the moment before raising back up. Taking a deep breath in and raising a hoof over his mouth he proceeded to release a yawn.

His reaction at the moment was a bit slow, so he missed it when Little Red had jumped into a nearby bush. After his yawn he settled him hoof back underneath himself to keep the sitting position he was in, but it was sure to say he was awake albeit he did look tired. Maybe he wasn't safe to sleep here after all? He pondered as he looked to the water before him.

Heartstring has a longer than average horn and it lit up, but when it did the markins along with his eyes began to light up as well. A bit of the water that was in front of him floated up, as if it were just scooped by hands, and floated to Heartstring's face and splashed against him. He shivered at the cold feeling of the water and quickly he shook his head to flick off the excess water and released a gentle neigh. Now he was more awake, but still he hadn't gotten up just yet.