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05-14-2013, 08:57 PM
It lifted its troubled skull, his anatomy quivering violently just beneath his ebony hide, a sad wash of gray bathing the scene. Once, he stopped, silencing the zephyr, allowing his great wings to unfold. All grace had faded from him, and as the wind wipped the stallion's face it seemed to bear flesh so unpredictable.
Skells halted, lifting his skull in attempt to inhale the fragrance of the Throat. As he did so, his mane whipped in the wind, fraying at the ends like the banners of the sky frayed so dully, too. His lungs tasted nothing but the colors of the coppice. With a snort, he tossed his head before continuing onward. Ivory hooves reverberated across the mossy flesh of the earth, luring insects from their cozy homes underground. Again, the brute snorted wildly, treading heavily across the small hills shadowed from treetops.
The dark beast whipped his tail against his flank, the hairs feeling quite coarse indeed. But, with a glint of his silvery eyes, Skells took in the aroma. It was bittersweet, and he'd come for nothing in particular. Who knew what lie beyond these lands? He'd left his home in search of something, however. Something he could not explain, but needed to pursue as if his life depended on it. And thus, the Pegasus stood before the overgrowth, basking silently in the shine, and he awaited so freely.
Skells halted, lifting his skull in attempt to inhale the fragrance of the Throat. As he did so, his mane whipped in the wind, fraying at the ends like the banners of the sky frayed so dully, too. His lungs tasted nothing but the colors of the coppice. With a snort, he tossed his head before continuing onward. Ivory hooves reverberated across the mossy flesh of the earth, luring insects from their cozy homes underground. Again, the brute snorted wildly, treading heavily across the small hills shadowed from treetops.
The dark beast whipped his tail against his flank, the hairs feeling quite coarse indeed. But, with a glint of his silvery eyes, Skells took in the aroma. It was bittersweet, and he'd come for nothing in particular. Who knew what lie beyond these lands? He'd left his home in search of something, however. Something he could not explain, but needed to pursue as if his life depended on it. And thus, the Pegasus stood before the overgrowth, basking silently in the shine, and he awaited so freely.
