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06-16-2013, 07:27 AM
Nihilo enjoyed the grass, every single blade. He then heard the voice of another horse, and he froze. His ears flickered back and forth a few times before he slowly raised his head to see the other equine.
The colt looked up at the kind, light-colored stallion before him. Surprised, he backed up a few feet. “Hello,” he responded quietly. A hesitant look flooded his eyes but then dissipated as quickly as it came. An awkward silence lingered in the frigid, crisp air.
He was wondering what to say, what to do. He hadn't seen another horse in so long that he found it hard to gather the courage and the words to form a proper sentence. One ear slid back and the other stayed forward, as he awkwardly tried to figure out what to say, what to ask; he'd never met any horses outside of the herd he used to be in. He backed one more foot up, still attempting to find the right words.
The thoughts “What do I say? Who is he? What do I do?” ran wildly through his mind. “Who is he?” Who is he. He paused and slowly set his eyes on the horse that stood before him. The unicorn took a quick glance around and then asked, “Who are you?” His eyes gleamed slightly as he looked at the stallion, curious of who he was and where he came from. Nihilo wasn't the type that was social, but asking who this guy was wouldn't hurt now, now that he'd been lost for days.
The colt looked up at the kind, light-colored stallion before him. Surprised, he backed up a few feet. “Hello,” he responded quietly. A hesitant look flooded his eyes but then dissipated as quickly as it came. An awkward silence lingered in the frigid, crisp air.
He was wondering what to say, what to do. He hadn't seen another horse in so long that he found it hard to gather the courage and the words to form a proper sentence. One ear slid back and the other stayed forward, as he awkwardly tried to figure out what to say, what to ask; he'd never met any horses outside of the herd he used to be in. He backed one more foot up, still attempting to find the right words.
The thoughts “What do I say? Who is he? What do I do?” ran wildly through his mind. “Who is he?” Who is he. He paused and slowly set his eyes on the horse that stood before him. The unicorn took a quick glance around and then asked, “Who are you?” His eyes gleamed slightly as he looked at the stallion, curious of who he was and where he came from. Nihilo wasn't the type that was social, but asking who this guy was wouldn't hurt now, now that he'd been lost for days.
