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08-05-2013, 06:34 PM
Ace walked slowly through the forest with his wings tucked neatly into his sides. His ears were pricked forwards and were constantly rotating, listening to everything from the dead twigs crunching and crackling underfoot, to the small squirrel nibbling on an acorn sat in the tree he just passed. As he looked around, pairs of eyes glimmered out from tree hollows. A gentle breeze blew through his mane, carrying on it the strong smell of rotting wood. The stallion inhaled its smell and continued on; enjoying the sound of his tan hooves trudging through the small plants that grew on the floor.
He lifted his head and looked up at the dark sky. The moonlight only pierced the thick canopy in places, and so the light that hit his tan grey coat was dappled, and danced across him as he ambled forth. Eventually Ace saw a small clearing amongst the trees, and spiralled his way through them to get to the little glade. It was cooler when he was out of the trees; he was less protected from the chilly breeze that gently tugged at strands of his melanoid mane. The only sign of life was an obsidian crow sat on the branches of a small, twig like tree. The bird flicked it’s head around to Ace, eyeing him briefly before giving a piercing caw. He pinned his ears back against his skull. Crows were the only bird Ace didn’t like, there was something odd and eerie about them that he found unsettling, so surged towards the tree, thrashing his wings wildly. It worked, and after giving another loud caw the crow flew off into the darkness.
Now he was alone. There must be someone about, he thought, glancing around him. Just trees. The grullo horse sighed and began on into the forest again. He decided it was best to just keep walking until he found another horse; his wings were already too tired from flying for most of the day.
He lifted his head and looked up at the dark sky. The moonlight only pierced the thick canopy in places, and so the light that hit his tan grey coat was dappled, and danced across him as he ambled forth. Eventually Ace saw a small clearing amongst the trees, and spiralled his way through them to get to the little glade. It was cooler when he was out of the trees; he was less protected from the chilly breeze that gently tugged at strands of his melanoid mane. The only sign of life was an obsidian crow sat on the branches of a small, twig like tree. The bird flicked it’s head around to Ace, eyeing him briefly before giving a piercing caw. He pinned his ears back against his skull. Crows were the only bird Ace didn’t like, there was something odd and eerie about them that he found unsettling, so surged towards the tree, thrashing his wings wildly. It worked, and after giving another loud caw the crow flew off into the darkness.
Now he was alone. There must be someone about, he thought, glancing around him. Just trees. The grullo horse sighed and began on into the forest again. He decided it was best to just keep walking until he found another horse; his wings were already too tired from flying for most of the day.
