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04-18-2016, 10:50 AM
The thickness of the tree's was what really threw the black stallion off, never had he seen such a place with such enclosed space and plants so close together.
The large horned stallion looked about the area he seemed to of walked into, his head throbbing and piercing his mind as his body was screaming to rest and relax, but he kept forward. What he did to cause such pain to his form was evading his thoughts...he couldn't remember much. No recollection of where he came from, who he was or what happened to create such injury to himself.
The faint metallic smell of blood lingered on his head and back, along the sides of his belly and limbs. Cuts here and there, mainly on the head and upper neck of him really pained him to move his head back and forth, as he tried to survey this new surrounding. His nostrils flared to take in any scents; pine, acorns, dew on the grass ,the occasional small critter...and the scent of other equine. But these scents were a bit aged. Maybe other equine passed through here, at least that was a good enough sign for him.
The unicorn began to walk forward after the pause of scent he took, one two-toed hoof after the next, his ears signaling to all the sounds that could alert him to any other presences nearby. His main goal was to travel a bit more before finding some place to rest his worn bones and tattered body. A drink of water would suffice as well, as his throat felt very rough like sandpaper and dry.
The large horned stallion looked about the area he seemed to of walked into, his head throbbing and piercing his mind as his body was screaming to rest and relax, but he kept forward. What he did to cause such pain to his form was evading his thoughts...he couldn't remember much. No recollection of where he came from, who he was or what happened to create such injury to himself.
The faint metallic smell of blood lingered on his head and back, along the sides of his belly and limbs. Cuts here and there, mainly on the head and upper neck of him really pained him to move his head back and forth, as he tried to survey this new surrounding. His nostrils flared to take in any scents; pine, acorns, dew on the grass ,the occasional small critter...and the scent of other equine. But these scents were a bit aged. Maybe other equine passed through here, at least that was a good enough sign for him.
The unicorn began to walk forward after the pause of scent he took, one two-toed hoof after the next, his ears signaling to all the sounds that could alert him to any other presences nearby. His main goal was to travel a bit more before finding some place to rest his worn bones and tattered body. A drink of water would suffice as well, as his throat felt very rough like sandpaper and dry.
