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02-07-2013, 03:03 AM
E S F O R Z A D O
the brave, the honest, the loyal
Esforzado was busying himself under a tall tree, its canopy was shading him quite pleasantly and he had long ago lost track of time. The air was slightly thick, making breathing difficult at times, however, the stallion had only recently made his way to the Threshold from a place that was not so kind to him, nor populated. Leaving his complaints behind him, he leaves also the threat of the mountain range behind him and enters Helovia in search of what he hoped would be a new beginning. Young as be was, he could easily see that the forest before him was not short of resources and that he would be supplied for in his time here. The grass was soft underfoot and he made sure not to move his his feet to suddenly, just in case another equine were to see, he was well aware the battle for authority that his kind were prone to. A herd animal as he was, it did not take long for his instincts to begin driving him to find others.
His long tail trailing behind him caught in its threads a good many leaves and twigs that tickled his fetlocks and caused him to lift them up excessively high. Before him, there was a large, gnarled root that twisted and undulated in and out of the compact earth, not that he knew of it, his mind was elsewhere as he imagined the life he would be leading in the coming weeks or even months. His tall, dark grey hooves slammed uncomfortably against the root and he stumbled onto his knees, painfully. Squealing, grumbling, writhing, he pushes himself up onto his feet, abashed and embarrassed, thankfully though, he was almost certain that no one had seen him. Shaking his hair out, he looks around, checking, just to be sure, of course.
