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07-25-2016, 01:45 PM
His face was buried in the various flowers that had sprung up within the meadow, their long stems reaching up to brush at his belly and tickle his chest. A giggle would rise up from the lithe form here and there as he wandered about, his course leaving wide swaths of grasses and blossoms laying flat upon the earth. Lowering his head so that his lips hovered carefully over the swaying grasses, the bloodied stallion huffed and puffed and delighted himself in the blooms and bumbles beneath his nose.
It didn't occur to him that he was lost, that he may not be able to find his way back to his home later that day; he was too concerned with the wind brushing through his locks, with the sweltering sunshine singing golden lullabies for him to hum along to, with the glory and beauty of it all.
Up here in this heaven-drenched field, the stallion didn't mind the loss of direction one bit.
Every once in awhile, he would part his lips and practically inhale a mouthful of blossoms, grunting his approval all the while. Nosing his way past a particularly cranky looking primrose bundle, the spindly stallion found himself standing beneath the slight shade cast by a particularly stunted tree. Tilting his head, careful not to let the twisted branches snag on his arched horns, Skyfall harrumphed cheerily at the scraggly thing, "You look like me after a night out."
