The noontime sun beat down on Adonis’s dappled back, removing the evidence of his little watery escapade. The wetness remained soggy and irritating on his underbelly and sides but the stallion made no attempt to remove it. He was too distracted by the wildness of these new lands. The grass was tall and unkempt, the trees grew gnarled, and even the birds sounded less sing songy and more… predatory and cruel. It was beautiful in its own way, however. Adonis could appreciate the feral beauty, it kept him rightfully on guard and attentive of the scenery around him. That thought in mind, his blue eyes did a cursory scan of the surrounding area. An uncomfortable prickle tickled the back of Adonis’s brain—he felt as if someone was watching him. Shifting his eyes to view the periphery, his baby blues saw nothing of importance, nothing that would cause that sensation. The only things he could see were trees, grass, and shadows. A snort escaped him, accompanied by a shake of his massive head. Everything about Adonis was massive, from his grey hooves to his powerful hindquarters. Every inch of the stallion radiated the Andalusian conformation and pride that both of his parents had given him. He seemed almost out of place in this mundane land—surely, he belongs to the pages of fairytales, or locked away in some princess’s stables in a land far away. Nevertheless, Adonis was never one for special treatment or being extraordinary, except where he’d earned it, and he sure as hell hadn’t earned it by running away from his problems with his tail between his legs. She still haunted him daily—hell, hourly—he couldn’t get her silky black body out of his head, try as he might. Her scent was still the only surefire way to comfort him. The stallion sighed miserably. He did it, he ran away, he left, he did what his father had asked him to do, so why wasn’t it better? Why couldn’t he just forget like most other stallions? Why couldn’t he be distracted by other mares and go chase skirts like young males his age were supposed to do? He stomped his hind hoof in frustration, causing a cloud of dust to float up from the dry ground. Halfheartedly, he tugged at a few of the taller grasses in the clearing, trying to get all these thoughts out of his mind and just be instinctual. It was the only solution he’d found to the pain thus far. The grass here tasted nothing of home; it was wilder, tougher. Adonis appreciated it, however. At least this way he wouldn’t be as terribly homesick. Adonis soon lost himself in the simple task of grazing. It was indeed a wonderful distraction—trying to find the most tender shoots of grass, the greenest, the freshest; it was all very mechanical and soothing for him. A pleased nicker left his throat unbidden, and he was pleasantly surprised by it. A small smile registered on his face. Maybe there’s hope for me after all, he thought. After all, it can’t be eternal doom and gloom… At least for me, not so much for her or the child… The brute sighed. Again, she was poisoning his thoughts! Disgusted, he turned away from the patch of grass and went back to the pond, his feet plodding along dejectedly. Perhaps some self-reflection will do me good, he mused. |
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do you want to call it intuition? - by Adonis - 06-26-2012, 03:26 AM
RE: do you want to call it intuition? - by Mirage - 06-26-2012, 04:04 AM
RE: do you want to call it intuition? - by Adonis - 06-27-2012, 01:17 PM
RE: do you want to call it intuition? - by Mirage - 06-29-2012, 02:54 AM
RE: do you want to call it intuition? - by Adonis - 07-04-2012, 08:53 PM
RE: do you want to call it intuition? - by Mirage - 07-09-2012, 07:58 PM
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