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11-07-2012, 12:25 AM
TROJAN
Someday you will think I am a gift, the next, you will regret ever meeting me...
Walking forward. Ears flattened on his cranium. His muscles tightened. His mane running loose. A streak of blood on his left hindquarter. Broad blaze that was whipped on his muzzle and cranium. Long legs with thick muscles. A well muscled body. A feather tangled in the front of his delightfully crazy mane. A black blob covered most of his coat. The only white being on his withers. He stands around 17 hands high.
Blue orbs fell to the white snow like rain fell to the land. He eyed the snow. White. All he saw was white for miles and miles. It was a change from all the red he had seen for so long. The slight amount of snowflakes that fell to his back melted into water and went on its way. He had been alone for some time now. He didn't mind though. Blue orbs looked up and straight forward. He stopped moving his hooves forward and stood for a moment. Almost as if dancing, he turns around effortlessly. He continues to walk back where he had come from.
Snowflakes rested on his back, mane, and eye lashes, then melted away. He wasn't aggravated by the nature. He just hoped frostfall would end soon and the birds could sing their tunes, and flowers can color the white canvas once more. He was deadly silent. The only way anyone would possibly know he was here was by scent. He smelt different then the natives. His smell was a combination of blood, dirt, and rain. The sun had nearly baked him not long ago, but now? It froze him like ice cream you want to savor.
He again halted, but this time, he made no move to turn again. He relaxed slightly. His hind hoof on its fine tip. His tail was wavy, and almost curly. Not ringlets though.
Someday you will think I am a gift, the next, you will regret ever meeting me...
Walking forward. Ears flattened on his cranium. His muscles tightened. His mane running loose. A streak of blood on his left hindquarter. Broad blaze that was whipped on his muzzle and cranium. Long legs with thick muscles. A well muscled body. A feather tangled in the front of his delightfully crazy mane. A black blob covered most of his coat. The only white being on his withers. He stands around 17 hands high.
Blue orbs fell to the white snow like rain fell to the land. He eyed the snow. White. All he saw was white for miles and miles. It was a change from all the red he had seen for so long. The slight amount of snowflakes that fell to his back melted into water and went on its way. He had been alone for some time now. He didn't mind though. Blue orbs looked up and straight forward. He stopped moving his hooves forward and stood for a moment. Almost as if dancing, he turns around effortlessly. He continues to walk back where he had come from.
Snowflakes rested on his back, mane, and eye lashes, then melted away. He wasn't aggravated by the nature. He just hoped frostfall would end soon and the birds could sing their tunes, and flowers can color the white canvas once more. He was deadly silent. The only way anyone would possibly know he was here was by scent. He smelt different then the natives. His smell was a combination of blood, dirt, and rain. The sun had nearly baked him not long ago, but now? It froze him like ice cream you want to savor.
He again halted, but this time, he made no move to turn again. He relaxed slightly. His hind hoof on its fine tip. His tail was wavy, and almost curly. Not ringlets though.
