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10-02-2013, 07:01 PM
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:: Tilney ::
Tilney high reaching hooves took him closer and closer to the trees once more after plummeting down a rugged hill the already churned grass falling away under his feet and rocks nibbling at his fetlocks. Who could he be following? The question became louder in the young equines head. He now needed to find this cryptic equine if he was to have any chance of finding what he sought.
He reached the brushy treeline and weaved his way through at a slow wandering walk, his footsteps shaky after his burst across the field. His breathing was intense and laboured as he looked around for where he was to go next. The forest floor was covered in leaves and sticks and those preious footprints were now washed away. He followed his four feet in a circle, then another and another and then froze. What now? More walking? Another three weeks of walking!? He thought. He had never known what it was like out of the safety of a herd, not ever. Pushing his weight forwards he kicked a back leg out viciously at a nearby birch, hearing it crack, watching it chip. He snorted and stomped, hanging his bronze head.
He stood for a few moments longer before he slowly reached a hoof forwards and began forwards once more. He slowly ambled through the trees, head hung as low as his tired knees. Something he was not used to doing was using his senses – something he’d hardly have to do back where everything had been provided and the only thing to do would be to socialize. But now his ears were still slightly pricked and his nostrils were taking in as much as they could of the scents around him.
Tilney high reaching hooves took him closer and closer to the trees once more after plummeting down a rugged hill the already churned grass falling away under his feet and rocks nibbling at his fetlocks. Who could he be following? The question became louder in the young equines head. He now needed to find this cryptic equine if he was to have any chance of finding what he sought.
He reached the brushy treeline and weaved his way through at a slow wandering walk, his footsteps shaky after his burst across the field. His breathing was intense and laboured as he looked around for where he was to go next. The forest floor was covered in leaves and sticks and those preious footprints were now washed away. He followed his four feet in a circle, then another and another and then froze. What now? More walking? Another three weeks of walking!? He thought. He had never known what it was like out of the safety of a herd, not ever. Pushing his weight forwards he kicked a back leg out viciously at a nearby birch, hearing it crack, watching it chip. He snorted and stomped, hanging his bronze head.
He stood for a few moments longer before he slowly reached a hoof forwards and began forwards once more. He slowly ambled through the trees, head hung as low as his tired knees. Something he was not used to doing was using his senses – something he’d hardly have to do back where everything had been provided and the only thing to do would be to socialize. But now his ears were still slightly pricked and his nostrils were taking in as much as they could of the scents around him.
