+{born.for.this}+ IP: 78.145.117.223 Posted on November 7, 2011 at 12:54:19 PM by Tesseract
The unicorns hooves splashed through the water as he kept up a steady canter, sending sprays of foam up behind him. Tesseract had put on a growth spurt lately; though still far from adulthood, he no longer looked like a foal, but a colt, with the trademark too-long legs and slightly awkward look. His horn had grown from a stub of a thing on his forehead, to a long, sharp spiral, though still not it's total length; he was rather proud of it.
In addition to that, he was already an odd looking creature- with a grey and white patched pelt speckled with black, he was rather an unusual sight even among his own, rare, species. His mane and tail were distinctly curly in the salt spray, and were coloured pure white. He walked with his muzzle high, his pink eyes bright and his small, delicate ears pricked.
For a young colt, Tesseract was fiercely proud and independent. He had heard his history, and knew of his distant branches of ancestry that had lead to horses, that had carried humans into battle. No doubt they had come to fear the thunder of hooves, for a stallion trained for war was a formidible opponent. And so, when he was a fully grown stallion, would be Tesseract- at least, so he hoped.
He broke into the run, his mane and tail flying behind him and shimmering brightly in the sun; his nostrils flared, hooves pounding through the waves, head tossed as he gathered speed.
He was alive, and free, and fierce and beautiful.
He wondered if there was anybody around, and slowed to a trot at the thought of his mistress, Melancholia. Well, she'd have to come and find him when she wanted to apologise. In the meantime, though, he could do what he liked. Replies:
