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06-15-2013, 09:08 PM
Nihilo hopped through the snow with a bouncy gait, wondering exactly where he was. Nervousness gleamed in his gray eyes as he scanned the area for any signs of life. The cherry bay colt tossed his head and focused on going forward and finding other horses, if there were any to be found.
He'd been lost for a while; this land was unfamiliar and frightening, especially to a horse like he himself. He hated traveling, but there was no turning back now, now that he was very far from home. Nihilo picked up the pace, swishing his black tail in irritation as hunger pangs continued to give him an empty feeling inside that did not want to be ignored. But he felt that if he stopped to eat, he would let his guard down and something would happen to him.
The colt shivered uncontrollably and stopped trotting. He'd been cold for a long time. Tired, hungry, cold and weak, he looked around. A frustrated expression appeared on his face, as if he was about to have a miniature meltdown. He shook his mane, sending a flurry of powdery snow off of his neck. Nihilo was acting a little childish. That's just how he was.
He looked up at the sky and then at the ground. The ground. Grass. He stared at the gleaming blanket of snow, knowing that food was under it. He took a quick glance around before plunging his muzzle into the snow, to find grass. It tasted sweet. He had missed the great taste of the thin, green blades. The unicorn relaxed, his tail now still, ears calmly facing outwards. He still kept a weary eye on his surroundings, though.
He'd been lost for a while; this land was unfamiliar and frightening, especially to a horse like he himself. He hated traveling, but there was no turning back now, now that he was very far from home. Nihilo picked up the pace, swishing his black tail in irritation as hunger pangs continued to give him an empty feeling inside that did not want to be ignored. But he felt that if he stopped to eat, he would let his guard down and something would happen to him.
The colt shivered uncontrollably and stopped trotting. He'd been cold for a long time. Tired, hungry, cold and weak, he looked around. A frustrated expression appeared on his face, as if he was about to have a miniature meltdown. He shook his mane, sending a flurry of powdery snow off of his neck. Nihilo was acting a little childish. That's just how he was.
He looked up at the sky and then at the ground. The ground. Grass. He stared at the gleaming blanket of snow, knowing that food was under it. He took a quick glance around before plunging his muzzle into the snow, to find grass. It tasted sweet. He had missed the great taste of the thin, green blades. The unicorn relaxed, his tail now still, ears calmly facing outwards. He still kept a weary eye on his surroundings, though.
