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10-30-2012, 11:28 AM
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S o r e n A dark, charcoal form moved through the deepened snow of the meadow. Only a few days old in this new and strange world, the colt had already decided to wander off on his own, though at least one of his parents was likely nearby. His curiosity had gotten the best of him, drawing him from the cover of the Deep Forest and West into this open field. The white powder laid much thicker over the ground here, and every so often the little dappled boy would stumble, his tiny fluff of tail clumping with balls of snow. The strength he would possess as a stallion was not apparent to the inattentive eye, but the fact that he was already off on his own was indication enough. Icy orbs scanned the pale expanse in search of more new sights. A faint, rustling, bubbling sound seemed to be coming from somewhere near. After pausing the look for the source of the noise, Soren trotted off through the snow, his barred legs raising up high to move along effectively. His determined steps had a rythm of their own, punctuated by the occasional stumbled. He had fallen quite a few times on his exploration already, but grew more coordinated with every step. His little march almost led him right into the meandering, ice coated stream. With a widened gaze, he stumbled back and let out a surprised squeal. He had never seen water before, though he was aware that liquid was just as cold as the rest of the land now. Gingerly, tiny hooves edged to the water's bank, and he let his little onyx muzzle lower to touch an exposed circle of frigid water within the lattice of ice.  |
