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11-28-2012, 12:06 AM
Yiska i am no bird, and no net ensnares me Yiska picked his way through the trees in the threashold. Soft snow muffled his heavy hooves. He had wondered a long way, and exhaustion tugged at his muscles. The dusty stallion came to a stop in a small opening in the forest, the canopy breaking open to shine some fading rays of light upon him, dappling across his coat. Scraping away at the snow, he exposed a small patch of grass. He dipped his head down, pulling at the dry blades, trying to calm his snarling stomach. His tail swatted at his side. He needed frostfall to come to a silent halt, and return to him the warmth of spring. He closed his eyes, imagining the grass he chewed at to be lush and green, with enough of it to feed a whole herd. The stallion, though tired, had enjoyed his journey so far. It was far from home, providing him with new sights to enjoy. He was sure this land had it's share of stories, it's history probably rich with war and peace. He began to hum as he ate, the melody of a lullaby soothing his homesick heart. Sure, the journey was exciting, but he still missed his nest of familiarity. But soon, he knew, he was bound to run into some other creature to lighten up his dreary ramble. There were only so many trees and bushes and birds to look at before everything began looking the same. He was pretty certain he had been wandering in circles, but he hoped against it. Lifting his large head, he let out a whinny. "Hello!" He called out, "Anyone there?" A breeze tousled his mane and tail, and he hoped that another horse would answer his question, instead of the teeth of a predator. ::OOC: Tiny words make a tiny post. Muse will be better in the morning, if anyone dare respond. ;) :: |
