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08-20-2012, 01:50 AM
J O N A S
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A soft muzzle brushes against the delicate petals of a flower. Nares flare as he breathes in the perfume that is the flower's scent. A calm washes over the face of the stallion and he sighs in contentment. The flowers never cease to amaze him, he can admit. As simple as they are they always soothe him and make him feel more at peace with the world that surrounds him. The delicate little things represent peace and stability in his mind, a stability that his life is sorely lacking and has been since his birth some seven years ago. Feathered legs move through the swaying grass as the large stallion moves on to another bunch of wildflowers. His muzzle brushes against them as he breathes in their scent and sighs again. A small smile creases his lips and he moves on. The Heavenly Field is his favorite place in Helovia, he admits to himself. The flowers there are much more beautiful and smell better than any other place in Helovia he has been, and so he calls the field his home. The great stallion stops, his neck bending as he lowers his head again. He inhales the scent of more flowers and he finds that they smell delicious and can't help but to nibble tenderly at the flashy pink petals. |
