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05-10-2016, 05:09 AM
Goddard sighed deeply as he carefully picked his way down the rocky hillsides. Hopefully this bloody territory would start leveling out again. His large frame was causing small rockslides, sending pebbles rolling and bouncing in his wake. His large hooves, while perfectly fine for stamping along plains and hills, were not suited to raw slate and loose gravel. He could feel tiny stones in the frog on his front right hoof and little annoying stabs of pain hit whenever he leaned his weight forward.
The noriker narrowed his bright blue eyes and stumbled a few yards forward, his ears pinned against his neck. His shoulders were quivering from the effort of keeping him from tumbling end over end. He could quite clearly imagine snapping his neck or breaking a leg against one of the spindly pine trees.
He snorted, flaring his nostrils and slowly making his way down to level ground. Now, to get the rocks out of his feet. The stallion looked around, and saw a broken pine bough pinned down by a few sizable rocks. He tucked his leg up, and limped slowly toward it. When he reached it he lifted his right forehoof and slowly, carefully scraped the gravel out of his fleshy heel.
With his hooves clean, Goddard tossed his head to get his wavy forelock out of his eyes, and looked around. The foothills died off into meadows. That was where he would head. He was still alone after the mercenary band he'd run with previously had died off, but his time away from Helovia had been a good journey. Now he was back, and hoping to pick up some new contracts.
The noriker narrowed his bright blue eyes and stumbled a few yards forward, his ears pinned against his neck. His shoulders were quivering from the effort of keeping him from tumbling end over end. He could quite clearly imagine snapping his neck or breaking a leg against one of the spindly pine trees.
He snorted, flaring his nostrils and slowly making his way down to level ground. Now, to get the rocks out of his feet. The stallion looked around, and saw a broken pine bough pinned down by a few sizable rocks. He tucked his leg up, and limped slowly toward it. When he reached it he lifted his right forehoof and slowly, carefully scraped the gravel out of his fleshy heel.
With his hooves clean, Goddard tossed his head to get his wavy forelock out of his eyes, and looked around. The foothills died off into meadows. That was where he would head. He was still alone after the mercenary band he'd run with previously had died off, but his time away from Helovia had been a good journey. Now he was back, and hoping to pick up some new contracts.
