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05-02-2016, 05:45 PM
It seemed that most of Helovia was covered in trees. He'd never known they could have so much variety, for just once he thought he'd seen them all there was another. Some were tall and thin, tipped with bristly needles, while others were shorter but wider with branches bowed under the weight of their thick leaves. This one bore sweet scented white flowers, and that one was coated in a crusty bark the other animals seemed to love.
They were all the same after a while, and Ezital was sick of them. He was sick of their twisted roots that tried to trip his hooves and their low hanging branches that grabbed at his horns and pulled his braids. What purpose did they serve anyway? They were far more trouble than they were worth, just an unnecessary obstacle that hindered his travel.
The meadow was like a beautiful oasis when it came into view. The grass was soft, tall, and green, even dotted with some strange purple wildflowers.
He didn't even stop to look around the vast greenery for threats before he cantered forward and dropped into the grass. It was pure heaven, for about ten seconds. It took at least a few rolls for him to register the needles of pain stabbing into his ribs and spine. He was back on his feet in a flash, kicking out his heels and letting out a little squeal along the way.
Spinning around, he prepared to face an unknown enemy, launching a covert attack with an elaborate dart gun. Clearly, the mastermind had waited until Ezital had let his guard down for the smallest moment, stalking his every move from the caves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He would, naturally, know the young stallion's weakness for flowery meadows. The culprit would leap from behind the nearest blade of grass with a maniacal laugh, bent on Ezital's destruction. But he would only meet his end!
Ezital waited for him, knees locked and flanks vibrating with tension. His ears swiveled to catch every tiny rustle in the meadow, even the ones his tail made as it swept through the grass like a venomous cobra.
Eventually he decided that his fearsome stance must've scared off whatever creature wished his end. Probably for the best. Ezital didn't like to get into fights before he'd eaten breakfast anyway. Also, there was something uncomfortable and prickly tangled in his mane and caught in his coat.
Nothing a quick wash in the stream couldn't fix, he decided, and headed towards the flowing water.
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