my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
B L A C K M O R E
shall be lifted - nevermore!
Blackmore had learned first hand that beauty truly is not everything in a mare, in fact, the outward appearance really shouldn't matter to someone interested in her. Unfortunately, though, many stallions got bored of the same old routine, choosing to take a mare that's fiery and attempting to break their spirit. How many times had his father brought in fiery mares? Only to break them in a few weeks after their arrival? There was one that never did break under his pressure and that wicked witch became his beloved Queen, beloved only by their disgusting and cruel similarities. Almost every colt born into that herd became little minion's of their father, either staying and acting as border patrol, eager to beat down anything that tried to get past them, or they moved out to form a satellite herd, being just as cruel as the man who really hadn't raised them as he did beat them and scare them. Blackmore had enjoyed his peace and quite within a cove his mother had found, keeping him and Legion safe when Tobias really was going off on an enraged tangent.
The silence that had fallen between the mare and the large black seemed to be a relaxing silence, a calm silence that has him put at ease while he picks his way across the Ridge, taking the safer and more stable paths towards the ocean. In all his time within the Ridge, which has only been just under a couple seasons, he really never meandered his way towards the ocean side. Quietly he wanders why he never had, because they draw closer, the noise of the ocean's waves grows louder but despite the low rawr of the waters, he finds it strangely relaxing. That was until Svetlana blew by him and towards the ocean, rushing chest first into the careful waves with a squeal that he hopes is out of delight. The view is quite a beautiful painted picture, with the sun playing softly at the water in the horizon, with the mare so playful in the gentle water. Again, her outward beauty is nice, but the internal enjoyment she gets from this little youthful action brings a soft smile upon the stallion's black lips. He stands on the edge, the water racing up and barely touching the tips of his hooves before receding back. Water is still a relatively new feeling for him, so when she speaks towards him he looks at her for a moment, as if questioning whether he really should.
It takes a few moments but is quick to puff out his chest slightly, like a kid trying to act confident, it's a comical act but it helps him break through the walls of hesitation as he takes a couple slow steps towards the water. He's been in it before, but it's the same story each time, he takes a few moments to get used to the strange liquid before he delves into it. He's been here long enough, one would think he's over it by now. But like the other times, he relaxes more and more as the water massages into his legs before he breaks into a slight trot, trotting to his side as he kicks his legs out, splashing at the water with a playful glee as a soft snort escapes from his nostrils. He stands there, quietly for just a few moments before his eyes cast sideways, stealing a glance towards Svetlana before he makes a large enough splash to reach the underside of her neck, a broad grin on his face, almost as if daring her to do something about it - playful all the while.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
westphalianxholstein | stallion | homozygous black | seventeen point two hands | the ridge | salem
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