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Posted on March 21, 2012 at 00:32:34 AM by Mellow
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THE SUN KING .stallion. .8 years. .red dun. . warmblood mutt. .16.1h. .vagrant. It was the scent of a foreign male that caught his attention, followed by a mundane aroma he remembered from another place, a time ago when he had first come to land on the commons. His expressive skull arose, lifted from the barren ground, handsomely carved with a structure that hinted at his mixed breeding. His framed and cupped ears twisted forward upon his poll as he breathed in deep, the heat of the blaring solar king caught on his pelt and adding an extra sheen of moisture upon the gold tinted hairs. For a moment, he stood in place, surrounded by the chapped, bristling acres, unmoving except for the light switches of his crimson tresses. Mellow was unsure, the bugle caught in his sensors something that intrigued him and prodded at his quieted curiosity. With a shove of propulsion from his hind, he started forth at a trot, a spindly gate that flowed over the flattened, flaky scalp of the earth. He crossed the miles in ease, unbothered by the sun king as it blared down from high above, loyally perched upon its atmospheric throne. He wondered what the grouping was for, if there was some kind of skirmish to ensue. His muscles flexed beneath his heavily scarred skin, grating against the bones as the tissues knotted and released, bringing him into a canter that glided over the land. It had been so long since he had seen such a rendering of equines come together, mostly males, save for the gold and ebony pelt of a female. Mellow countered himself and slowed, his crimson and scarlet tresses settled unevenly about him, messed by the wind currents he stirred. His glare, intense and focused, crossed upon Encantador, whom he knew best out of all of them as he approached. There was another as well, the stallion of ashen metallic blues who Mellow understood to be the gamma. A lowly rumble stemmed from within his throat in greeting as he pulled up a few paces from the lead, none too close and a bit to the hind, but not out of the circle either. He let out a paced breath and then calmed himself, his face apathetically geared with only signs of cleverness. Over the days, his thoughts had come to unravel, to battle with his conscience and the manner in which he now existed. Such trivial things forced him backward, into a shell of sorts that downed his emotions and dropped him into coldness. He brought his chin to his muscularly lumped chest in greeting, and passed a small, hardly noticeable smile to the mare he recalled from seasons passed. M E L L O W |
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- it’s not the destination so much as the journey - By DEBONAIRE March 21, 2012 at 01:27:22 AM
- like the desert needs r a i n - By soraya March 21, 2012 at 05:34:12 AM
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan March 21, 2012 at 11:12:42 PM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 06:41:17 PM
- it’s not the destination so much as the journey - By DEBONAIRE March 26, 2012 at 02:16:20 AM
- x - By Canta April 15, 2012 at 03:27:35 PM
- it’s not the destination so much as the journey - By DEBONAIRE March 26, 2012 at 02:16:20 AM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 06:41:17 PM
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan March 21, 2012 at 11:12:42 PM
- like the desert needs r a i n - By soraya March 21, 2012 at 05:34:12 AM
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