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A flash of crimson thudded through the trees that caressed the threshold of Helovia. Almost metallic in the extreme sheen the pelt held, and it wasn't just because of the sweat that lathered the beasts shoulders as he canter on. White mane and lions tail flowing like a proud flag as he carefully pick his way through the unknown land. The usually stark white stockings on his forelegs splattered with mud and other such debris. The peach of the cloven forehooves, along with the bronze of his hind enveloped in the mud as well.
In all honesty he wasn't sure why he had pushed himself today. It felt like he was running home. But nothing looked familiar. Nothing felt it. It had been a long time since the behemoth had known that feeling. He couldn't even remember that though. At seventeen hands the stallion made no attempt at being silent. There was no point. The large hooves attached to the muscled form simply did not allow for him to sneak about.
There was a nagging thirst tickling the back of his parched throat. One he'd managed to ignore in the past twenty minutes. But its demands appeared to be growing - less a thing to be ignored. Alas the muddied creature slowed to a trot through the slush and mud. Mid day sun warming his back. Nostrils flaring as he looked for somewhere to quench his thirst. At finding a brook the muzzle dipped. The gulps stung his gut and offended his throat as cold as the deep inhale of water had been. But he continued until his thirst felt thoroughly sated. Upon that he found some things to nibble upon after lowering his large form to the ground - humming a tune he'd learned over the past few months. As he'd found that the art of music rather soothed his soul. While it couldn't fill all the large, gaping empty voids. It always provided comfort to him.
Abruptly the humming stopped at the sound of a twig snapping, ears swiveling towards the source, unnerving pale blue orbs scanning for the culprit... "Hello" came the tired, yet calmly spoken word.
NOTE || Honestly no preference at this point where this baby goes. Come on in. Meet my lovely derp who only remembers the last year of his life. He wants to find a home <3
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In all honesty he wasn't sure why he had pushed himself today. It felt like he was running home. But nothing looked familiar. Nothing felt it. It had been a long time since the behemoth had known that feeling. He couldn't even remember that though. At seventeen hands the stallion made no attempt at being silent. There was no point. The large hooves attached to the muscled form simply did not allow for him to sneak about.
There was a nagging thirst tickling the back of his parched throat. One he'd managed to ignore in the past twenty minutes. But its demands appeared to be growing - less a thing to be ignored. Alas the muddied creature slowed to a trot through the slush and mud. Mid day sun warming his back. Nostrils flaring as he looked for somewhere to quench his thirst. At finding a brook the muzzle dipped. The gulps stung his gut and offended his throat as cold as the deep inhale of water had been. But he continued until his thirst felt thoroughly sated. Upon that he found some things to nibble upon after lowering his large form to the ground - humming a tune he'd learned over the past few months. As he'd found that the art of music rather soothed his soul. While it couldn't fill all the large, gaping empty voids. It always provided comfort to him.
Abruptly the humming stopped at the sound of a twig snapping, ears swiveling towards the source, unnerving pale blue orbs scanning for the culprit... "Hello" came the tired, yet calmly spoken word.
NOTE || Honestly no preference at this point where this baby goes. Come on in. Meet my lovely derp who only remembers the last year of his life. He wants to find a home <3
"speech here" thought here
