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What a wonderful place.
Tri-colored hooves gently found their way across the never ending sea of trees. Slender alders stood naked, stripped of their yellow tinted leaves for the season. Frostfall was very present in the light air of this new found world. Crisp, short winds created a swaying effect on the small, still growing ever greens that dotted the land, side by side with the less fortunate trees. Evidence of others was quite obvious as the large male moved along. And not only equines of all kinds, but forest dwelling creatures as well. Naturally animals of the woodlands would slowly strip the numerous tree trunks of their sweet, dry bark. Though it way have not been the most satisfying flavor, it was evident that a few animals had the liking of the sappy taste.
Slowly the stallion moved, the smallest of the, what seemed like, permanent smile played across his pink edged lips. Two large caribou antlers sprouted from his forehead, swinging out to bend around the outside of each ear. Low branches dragged across the strange rack of horns, needles dropping off at the soft touch and raining down to settle in his stripped mane, or falling to the forest floor to rest with their siblings that littered what had probably been grass. Most of the forest seemed to be dirt and pine needle tracks due to the heavy traffic that must have come in and out of this land.
Another light, cold breeze cut through the trees, dipping and floating around each object that came into its' way. The wind tussled his thin black forelock back, strings of hair wrapping around the base of each antler. Three square teeth, wound and tied into his two toned mane, clattered against each other. The molars of an old herd mate, a best friend, lined themselves in an uneven row down the middle of his mane. The male drew in a deep breath, the savory air sliding through his wind pipe and filling large lungs with clean air. Blue eyes closed momentarily, as if aroused by the crisp surroundings. Muscular legs brought the draft to a stop.
A few seconds of this natural welcoming party was enough for Atka to realize that this was where he would live out the rest of his life. The possibility of becoming something rather than a preaching moron was reaching a higher point than it had ever. As far as right now. This would be a new start. No one would know him. Though, there was nothing for the stallion to hide. He was happy, and with happiness came the care for others. Nature was their home, and it should be treated with the utmost respect.
With these thought slowly swirling through his clear head, Atka opened his shiny blue eyes back up to the world. He stood in silence, enjoying the very presence of the surrounding world.
They'll find me strange.. he told himself, beginning to worry if he would fit in or not.
They'll warm up to me, I am nice after all. the stallion finally relieved himself with the short pep talk, the small grin still plastered across his inviting face.
[Ooc:
Even though this is tagged for the Foothills, he'd be more than happy to have other choices!]
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