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10-01-2013, 07:45 PM
:: Tilney ::
His tired golden hooves slowly beat in a heavy wander through the trees, his head lowering as he stopped for a short few moments, looking again to the left and then to the right. Where was he now? This place was nothing like the tall sequoias he once galloped around. No, this environment of birches and beautiful oaks and green grass wasn’t familiar. He liked this greenery. He glanced to his hooves, wondering how he’d done this every day for 3 weeks and not gone crazy though. So much wandering. He’d need water soon though – he hadn’t found water for a day and a half. He closed his eyes and raised his head to the sun, letting his bronze locks fall back off his head and then gave an almighty shake. He let out a light sigh and then stepped forwards, pressing on.
Tilney weaved his way through a cluster of porcelain birches and stepped out into a break in the forest, finding himself at the edge of a grassy field. Seeing a wide opening of water in the distance he licked his dry cracked mouth and breathed in the sweet wind. He set off, again at a tired amble towards the water. It was as he felt the lush brush of the grass against his white cannons that he remembered why he was here, so far from ‘home’. Well, it wasn’t home any more. He winced at the thought and tried to think of something else and shake it off, physically shaking his head.
As the water got closer and closer his pace picked up, ears slightly pricked. When his hooves his the river sand he gasped slightly with relief and dived his muzzle into the cool blue aqua. He took huge gulps at a time, almost choking but that didn’t stop him from drinking until he forgot to breathe. He wrenched his head up, gasping for air, his front legs bracing his tall body as he breathed heavily in and out. He then went in again, needing more and more, again taking huge gulps at a time, ears flicking. should get going, but where now? He thought.
When would this journey end? He was certain he was searching for safety and security most of all, everything that his herd had once provided for him. Now he just needed to find another. His amber eyes scanned the distance one more time, and he saw nothing but the vast landscape, Though he looked back down at the water and saw hoofprints in the pond sand. He wasnt the only one who had been here recently, certainly not.
Straightening his tall form up, he glanced around once more, hoping for another sign of equine life. These hoofprints had given him too much hope now. Now lowering his head to further analyse these hoofprints, he then took off from powerful hindquaters into a high stepping trott,trying to follow them the best he could. The faster he moved the more the striking tree-like marking on his side swayed. He broke into a canter, cantering deeper and deeper into the field, not knowing where he was headed.
His tired golden hooves slowly beat in a heavy wander through the trees, his head lowering as he stopped for a short few moments, looking again to the left and then to the right. Where was he now? This place was nothing like the tall sequoias he once galloped around. No, this environment of birches and beautiful oaks and green grass wasn’t familiar. He liked this greenery. He glanced to his hooves, wondering how he’d done this every day for 3 weeks and not gone crazy though. So much wandering. He’d need water soon though – he hadn’t found water for a day and a half. He closed his eyes and raised his head to the sun, letting his bronze locks fall back off his head and then gave an almighty shake. He let out a light sigh and then stepped forwards, pressing on.
Tilney weaved his way through a cluster of porcelain birches and stepped out into a break in the forest, finding himself at the edge of a grassy field. Seeing a wide opening of water in the distance he licked his dry cracked mouth and breathed in the sweet wind. He set off, again at a tired amble towards the water. It was as he felt the lush brush of the grass against his white cannons that he remembered why he was here, so far from ‘home’. Well, it wasn’t home any more. He winced at the thought and tried to think of something else and shake it off, physically shaking his head.
As the water got closer and closer his pace picked up, ears slightly pricked. When his hooves his the river sand he gasped slightly with relief and dived his muzzle into the cool blue aqua. He took huge gulps at a time, almost choking but that didn’t stop him from drinking until he forgot to breathe. He wrenched his head up, gasping for air, his front legs bracing his tall body as he breathed heavily in and out. He then went in again, needing more and more, again taking huge gulps at a time, ears flicking. should get going, but where now? He thought.
When would this journey end? He was certain he was searching for safety and security most of all, everything that his herd had once provided for him. Now he just needed to find another. His amber eyes scanned the distance one more time, and he saw nothing but the vast landscape, Though he looked back down at the water and saw hoofprints in the pond sand. He wasnt the only one who had been here recently, certainly not.
Straightening his tall form up, he glanced around once more, hoping for another sign of equine life. These hoofprints had given him too much hope now. Now lowering his head to further analyse these hoofprints, he then took off from powerful hindquaters into a high stepping trott,trying to follow them the best he could. The faster he moved the more the striking tree-like marking on his side swayed. He broke into a canter, cantering deeper and deeper into the field, not knowing where he was headed.
