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06-09-2012, 09:30 PM
Ascendancy
April 22nd, 2012 at 8:51pm
Spindly fingers of igneous sunlight sifted down through the bows of
the towering oak to settle upon the hide of the ebony stallion grazing
selectively below it. The violet thistles at his feet swayed and bowed
in the wind, rustling against each other to create a somewhat calming
dissonance. The black stud's cobalt eyes peered out across the
landscape when he finally raised his armored face into the air. His
thick nape was nearly erect atop his broad shoulders as he mutely
observed all that encompassed him. His ears were perked forward,
alert, as he chewed the remainder of foliage within his mouth.
He was still somewhat weary of this land. He wasn't familiar with its
inhabitants, and he thought it to be foolish if he let his guard down
when he was unaware of what might linger in the shadows. Ascendancy
had ventured to the Thistle Meadow on the whim to farther explore this
new and strange land. Helovia had baffled him. Before entering this
land, he hadn't believed in magic. The humans had spoken of such
things, but he was always spectacle of its existence until he had seen
it with his own eyes. Were there others like the mare he had met in
the Dragon's Throat, he wondered? Surely there were. Who knew what
else this land harbored. Surely time would unveil its secrets to him.
He was still intent on getting back to his homeland at some point. For
the time being, he was satisfied with remaining here. He found Helovia
to be rather intriguing. It had almost begun to grow on him, perhaps
just a little. He lowered his convex head to the emerald stalks at his
feet once again, eyes looking outward in case another horse decided to
arrive here. He was content with solitude, but a bit of company
wouldn't bother him, as long as it wasn't hostile. If it was, he was
more than capable of protecting himself.
April 22nd, 2012 at 8:51pm
Spindly fingers of igneous sunlight sifted down through the bows of
the towering oak to settle upon the hide of the ebony stallion grazing
selectively below it. The violet thistles at his feet swayed and bowed
in the wind, rustling against each other to create a somewhat calming
dissonance. The black stud's cobalt eyes peered out across the
landscape when he finally raised his armored face into the air. His
thick nape was nearly erect atop his broad shoulders as he mutely
observed all that encompassed him. His ears were perked forward,
alert, as he chewed the remainder of foliage within his mouth.
He was still somewhat weary of this land. He wasn't familiar with its
inhabitants, and he thought it to be foolish if he let his guard down
when he was unaware of what might linger in the shadows. Ascendancy
had ventured to the Thistle Meadow on the whim to farther explore this
new and strange land. Helovia had baffled him. Before entering this
land, he hadn't believed in magic. The humans had spoken of such
things, but he was always spectacle of its existence until he had seen
it with his own eyes. Were there others like the mare he had met in
the Dragon's Throat, he wondered? Surely there were. Who knew what
else this land harbored. Surely time would unveil its secrets to him.
He was still intent on getting back to his homeland at some point. For
the time being, he was satisfied with remaining here. He found Helovia
to be rather intriguing. It had almost begun to grow on him, perhaps
just a little. He lowered his convex head to the emerald stalks at his
feet once again, eyes looking outward in case another horse decided to
arrive here. He was content with solitude, but a bit of company
wouldn't bother him, as long as it wasn't hostile. If it was, he was
more than capable of protecting himself.
