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05-21-2015, 10:04 PM
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...ARCHANGEL...
Somewhere in the trees up above, amidst the strange mix of light and shadow, a squirrel went chattering off in what was oh so clearly a scolding tone. Archangel rolled his eyes in time with sharp toss of the head. It wasn't as though it was that early to be up and about. Then again, maybe it was precisely that early to be galloping pell-mell through a strange woods. If so, however, the stallion simply couldn't be bothered. He was having too much fun trying to make his legs outrace the sound of his heart. He cleared a fallen tree with barely a hitch in his stride, still hitting the other side lightly enough to turn a few lengths later and avoid a thicker grove. The sun was slanting sideways through the trunks beside him, making his shadow run through grey and gold bars in the dirt. He'd been laying around on his flanks for long enough, barely having gone faster than a trot the past few days. What could he say? There'd been a patch of clover, a small brook. It was all a 3/4 ton hunk of white fur and food drive could ever dream about. This place though - this area he'd come racing into without a second thought. There was something different about it. Something even more untouched than the hills and oceansides he'd wandered along before. There was something... something he couldn't quite pin down. Was it the scent? - sparkling fresh, dust old and almost... thunder-like all at once. Was it the sounds? thick with animal activity in a lull so complete that one would think it had never even heard of humans. The sights? Hell, even the colors looked brighter here. Hey, seemed good to him and he wasn't one to question. He'd been sold on the non-humany bit. Course that would mean greater numbers of predators. Perhaps he ought to have thought to slow down, to scent things and check for other game trails, but Arch couldn't be bothered - he was having too much fun galloping with high knees, arched neck and mane flying like the goddamn bird he was. notes: first post here! open to anyone who feels like dealing with something a little unorthodox! |
