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12-17-2013, 01:41 AM
Soft hooves tread on fallen leaves as the elegant stallion walked through the forest his white pelt shadowed by the looming trees. This was where he belonged. Secluded in a shady forest, with the serene creek flowing. Where he could be himself, and be to himself, without others commanding him on what to do. It was lonesome being without any others to call family, but for now it was what the lone stallion enjoyed. Green orbs blinked as he caught butterflies flying about, lazily in the wind. A creek gurgled nearby, and the filtering sunlight through the trees brightened the introvert's spirit up.
A stream of light caught the gold of his horn, making it appear to gleam, and a smile appeared on his maw. It was such a lovely day, why let it go to waste. Not soon into his little walk he heard the footfalls of another wandering the woods, and despite his timid appearance, he urged himself out of the trees to catch sight of a buckskin mare confronted by a white angel. The unicorn mare seemed to almost assert herself, craning her neck, heightening herself over the equine. Faelon pricked up his ears with interest, and silently moved into the clearing, far from the ladies. His face was flushing, and his pale skin was filled with warmth. He didn't know how to act around mares, so he simply introduced himself.
"Hello", gentle vocals spoke out like whispers on the wind. The elusive stallion was not the type to speak when not spoken to, so he timidly stood, awaiting what the ladies had to say. The most likely would ignore him, but friendly emerald orbs glazed at them with an approachable aura. The lad would not mind the chance to converse, even if it was small amounts of conversation.
A stream of light caught the gold of his horn, making it appear to gleam, and a smile appeared on his maw. It was such a lovely day, why let it go to waste. Not soon into his little walk he heard the footfalls of another wandering the woods, and despite his timid appearance, he urged himself out of the trees to catch sight of a buckskin mare confronted by a white angel. The unicorn mare seemed to almost assert herself, craning her neck, heightening herself over the equine. Faelon pricked up his ears with interest, and silently moved into the clearing, far from the ladies. His face was flushing, and his pale skin was filled with warmth. He didn't know how to act around mares, so he simply introduced himself.
"Hello", gentle vocals spoke out like whispers on the wind. The elusive stallion was not the type to speak when not spoken to, so he timidly stood, awaiting what the ladies had to say. The most likely would ignore him, but friendly emerald orbs glazed at them with an approachable aura. The lad would not mind the chance to converse, even if it was small amounts of conversation.
