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12-03-2013, 04:32 AM
It hadn't been too long ago that Phoenix became a part of the Dragon's Throat, and he hadn't met too many horses yet. Anxiety kept him from going up to others, yet his streaks of boldness almost caused him to be reckless. He had met one mare, Rasta, that had made him feel somewhat welcome despite his unpopular attitude. The palomino was cheerful, but internal troubles and bouts of anxiety plagued him, making him unsociable at times.
Now he wandered around the borders of his home, taking in the scenery of the warm desert. Accustomed to cold weather, Phoenix expected himself to suffer in these beautiful, but hot lands. It was all a lie, for he melded into the society and the land as if he had lived there for his whole life. Scanning the area with emerald orbs, the stallion decided to veer closer to the lush oasis that the herd resided on. Today, he would make knew friends, or at least acquaintances. There was no need to be rude to his own herd mates.
Wasn't it that he always wanted to rejoin a herd, after fleeing his old one? Rumors had spread, and once he had heard of the Dragon's Throat, it was his hearts desire to pursue his opportunity of finally finding a real home, where he could fight but not be persecuted by ill-heart horses. Trotting slowly, the stallion picked up pace, forgetting his nagging thoughts, and then finally breaking into a powerful spring. The air teasing his mane gave him a sense of freedom, as he finally shut his eyes and bounded into the air. Powerful wings beat down, surging him up into the sky, flying above the Throat, and watching as he approached the fruitful oasis.
The speck of green rapidly approached, and slowly descending, the stallion elegantly landed, kicking up a little bit of dust, as he walked through the barrier of tropical trees. The shade was refreshing, and thirst drew him closer to the fresh spring of water. Arriving at the shimmering pool, he craned his neck, drinking up water. Relaxing, and stepping away from the water, he nickered softly, hoping to draw in any one that was willing to talk a little bit. He needed the socialization.
Now he wandered around the borders of his home, taking in the scenery of the warm desert. Accustomed to cold weather, Phoenix expected himself to suffer in these beautiful, but hot lands. It was all a lie, for he melded into the society and the land as if he had lived there for his whole life. Scanning the area with emerald orbs, the stallion decided to veer closer to the lush oasis that the herd resided on. Today, he would make knew friends, or at least acquaintances. There was no need to be rude to his own herd mates.
Wasn't it that he always wanted to rejoin a herd, after fleeing his old one? Rumors had spread, and once he had heard of the Dragon's Throat, it was his hearts desire to pursue his opportunity of finally finding a real home, where he could fight but not be persecuted by ill-heart horses. Trotting slowly, the stallion picked up pace, forgetting his nagging thoughts, and then finally breaking into a powerful spring. The air teasing his mane gave him a sense of freedom, as he finally shut his eyes and bounded into the air. Powerful wings beat down, surging him up into the sky, flying above the Throat, and watching as he approached the fruitful oasis.
The speck of green rapidly approached, and slowly descending, the stallion elegantly landed, kicking up a little bit of dust, as he walked through the barrier of tropical trees. The shade was refreshing, and thirst drew him closer to the fresh spring of water. Arriving at the shimmering pool, he craned his neck, drinking up water. Relaxing, and stepping away from the water, he nickered softly, hoping to draw in any one that was willing to talk a little bit. He needed the socialization.
