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07-10-2014, 02:28 PM
Harley was doing something he hadn't done since he was a young foal. He stopped, he sunk down on his knees, rolled sideways and he lay down. The stallion had been walking for days, barely resting or even stopping to eat. He was exhausted, but in all this time without his companion, lost and alone, he'd been too afraid to stop. So he'd kept walking, his determined pace slowing to a weary trudge. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know where he was going or when he was going to stop. And even if he did find somewhere to stop, what then?
In a stroke of good fortune, some unknown force had guided him here, somewhere where there was finally water to drink and soft grass beneath his hooves. He was wondering if he had dreamed it, succumbing to hallucinations in his sleep-deprived state. Who knew? Perhaps it was a manifestation of his instincts, a lucky guess.
The stallion didn't like to be off his feet, he would need sure footing if a predator were to come after him. But there were bruises on his feet from where he'd slipped on some rocks, and his muscles ached. He stayed upright long enough to drink his fill and graze a little, but now he was done.
His ears flicked this way and that, listening for danger. The trees muffled some of the sounds and obscured his view somewhat, but there wasn't enough low vegetation for anything big to hide, and obviously he wasn't out in the open, nor under any tree or rock that would provide a platform for something to pounce from above. For now, all he could hear was birdsong and a few insects buzzing in the cool shade of the trees.
Oscar would have liked it here, he thought to himself. Of course, Oscar would have preferred a few more mares around but it was as good a resting place as any for now. Harley wasn't a fan of forests. He'd grown up on the moors, a wide open space with very little shelter. Very few plants could dwarf him like these trees did. It was unnerving, but the shade was welcome nonetheless.
The stallion looked in the direction he'd been pointed. He knew nothing of what lay beyond this forest, but he couldn't go back now. He could only hope it was somewhere habitable, and judging by how well established and lush this forest was, he doubted it'd be hard to find somewhere to live. He didn't really want to delay in this forest longer than he needed to. Who knew what would roam in the shadows of the trees once night fell?
OOC: Bad title, so sue me. Haha, templates what are templates /lazy
In a stroke of good fortune, some unknown force had guided him here, somewhere where there was finally water to drink and soft grass beneath his hooves. He was wondering if he had dreamed it, succumbing to hallucinations in his sleep-deprived state. Who knew? Perhaps it was a manifestation of his instincts, a lucky guess.
The stallion didn't like to be off his feet, he would need sure footing if a predator were to come after him. But there were bruises on his feet from where he'd slipped on some rocks, and his muscles ached. He stayed upright long enough to drink his fill and graze a little, but now he was done.
His ears flicked this way and that, listening for danger. The trees muffled some of the sounds and obscured his view somewhat, but there wasn't enough low vegetation for anything big to hide, and obviously he wasn't out in the open, nor under any tree or rock that would provide a platform for something to pounce from above. For now, all he could hear was birdsong and a few insects buzzing in the cool shade of the trees.
Oscar would have liked it here, he thought to himself. Of course, Oscar would have preferred a few more mares around but it was as good a resting place as any for now. Harley wasn't a fan of forests. He'd grown up on the moors, a wide open space with very little shelter. Very few plants could dwarf him like these trees did. It was unnerving, but the shade was welcome nonetheless.
The stallion looked in the direction he'd been pointed. He knew nothing of what lay beyond this forest, but he couldn't go back now. He could only hope it was somewhere habitable, and judging by how well established and lush this forest was, he doubted it'd be hard to find somewhere to live. He didn't really want to delay in this forest longer than he needed to. Who knew what would roam in the shadows of the trees once night fell?
OOC: Bad title, so sue me. Haha, templates what are templates /lazy
