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02-10-2016, 07:24 PM
Ezital wound his way through the dense trees and underbrush, nimble as a doe. If he lifted his knees a bit higher than was completely necessary, it certainly wasn't to show off. And if he so happened to trip occasionally, it was because the branch leapt into his path, bent on his destruction. What was there to do but wave his tail at the silly branch and continue on his way? None of them had yet to be successful in bringing down his mood.
He sang to himself for a bit, just a little something he thought he might've heard someone else sing around the herd. But it quickly became clear that he didn't remember any of the words, so he made them up himself. He was far too mature to sing about Ktulu and the giant beaver she called a bear, or Ciceron's overbearing self righteousness.
When that grew tiresome, he switched to humming, swinging his tail behind him like a metronome. The air had a bit of bite to it on this chilly frostfall day, and he liked the way it turned his breath milky white.
He wasn't very concerned with where he was going; he knew this territory pretty well by now. He even felt pretty confident that he could find his way back even if a freak blizzard were to strike the forest and blanket the world in a uniform white. He was just that good.
But of course he wasn't alone out here. He never was. Helovia was too populated to allow anyone a simple afternoon of peace and quiet. Sighing, he steered his trot towards the other horse. Warriors have duties, he reminded himself. As much as Ktulu tried to beat that into them, most of her words stuck to Ezital like wet noodles on a wall. She had managed to instill a sliver of responsibility in his wandering heart, and it was that very sliver that drew him to the horse clearly in distress.
He bounded over a fallen tree to land before the strangers. Surely they wouldn't notice his slight fumble of the landing.
"What's up, Buttercup?" he said in a singsong voice, for not even the pull of responsibility could temper his high spirits.
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