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Winter. Death of Autumn, the cold, long months where standing without shelter took it’s toll on his joints and body; he longed for a bed of trodden pine, the scent lulling him to sleep after a long day of walking. But that was a luxury left in the warm seasons. Food became scarce now as well, starvation only one wrong move away. Thankfully, the almost giant looking equine wasn’t picky. He ate whatever he could find, other than obvious signs of rotten, dead leaves. But finding fresh grass, or even dead bud picked by the birds, was growing tough, and food was becoming a constant thought.
Clumsily, Syderen treaded through the mass of snow covering the ground, lifting his big pistons high to walk without the threat of rolling or falling should he encounter ice or deeper snow. This was new land; he could feel it in his bones. Tossing his head back to keep his long, unkempt mane from his eyes, the built stallion nickered. Someone else had to be here, didn’t they? Would that prove fatal, or helpful? Only time would tell.
Normally, he shied from strangers and their well put together herds, something his mother had praised him on. Syderen didn’t do it because he feared others, no. He was simply cautious. The ebondy stallion was almost too cautious; boarding on paranoid. He had been on the run almost his entire life. His mother had told him countless times that someone was after him, after him to take his life. That little fact kept the draft cross running… even now after his mother’s passing he continued to hold onto that fear, to keep his torso on the move.
His limbs kept up a steady walk; Syderen glanced to and fro, looking over his shoulder just once to keep his anxiety at bay. No one would find him here. Not only had he been on the run for most of his short life, but also did he truly believe that someone would still be after him? What danger was he to anyone now? Sure, he was big, but he didn’t pick fights for the sake of having a fight. He continued to walk through the snowy grounds, shaking the thoughts of his past off.
He wouldn’t need to fear that here.
“Hello?” Rough from weeks of silence, the shadowed stallion looked around as he came across an opening in the forest, the snow more or less trampled much better here. A common ground, it seemed. Did that mean he wasn't the first one here before the snowfall? “Hello?” Echoed across the trees, and his tail flicked anxiously behind him. Would anyone show?
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