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 already made his decision to face the water, a decision he has made plenty of times before without too much of a consequence. However, with the dull roar of the ocean racing up the short sandy beach comes the encouraging nicker of Svetlana. This sound helps boost his courage enough to take the last few trotting steps towards her, making sure he pauses long enough so that his future splash will catch her off guard. The way she reacts to his splash tells Blackmore that she wasn't expecting the splash, but she did enjoy the playful gesture as her laugh floats around his ears like a merry little tune. A large smile spreads across his lips, glad that he can feel so much like a child who does not worry about the consequences of splashing someone within the ocean. It is an understatement to say that the poor stallion had his childhood stolen right from under his nose, but at least he can get bits and pieces of it back with mares such as Svetlana. (He'll be shocked when he sees how she reacts to others, not quite as playful if not playful at all, but that's for another time, yeah?)
Svetlana's lunge towards him takes the stallion by surprise, causing him to take a few scattered steps sideways with his own laughter that starts to grow a bit louder with each passing moment as the water rushes towards him. Before long his chest and lower neck are completely drenched with water, his height saving the upper portion of his neck and head from getting wet as natural instinct had him toss his head towards the sky. There is such a relaxed feeling that washes over the stallion as he plays water games with this mare, a relaxed feeling that he has only barely felt a couple times before, a relaxed feeling where not a single ounce of his mind worries about what this mare thinks of him. A relaxed feeling where nothing in the world can bring him down from his jovial high, and he likes that, it's refreshing and gives him strength to continue through with his herd. He has no plan and very little guidance but so far he seems to be choosing his paths wisely.
Blackmore's head lowered slightly as he looks upon Svetlana, his gaze just asking what she's going to do next, and he's not waiting very long as her muzzle fling water in his general direction. A once dry face is now partially soaked as he shakes off the water that tickles at it trickles down his cheek and muzzle. Laughter erupts from his chest with glee at her own laughter, however, before he can exact any form of revenge upon the buckskin mare she's off, going deeper into the water until she's nothing more then a floating mass of tan-and-black on the water's relatively calm surface. For a moment he takes a step towards her but backs off slightly, he's used to swimming but just floating? He's not so sure but he catches that daring look in her eyes as a fire seems to light within his own brown depths as he surges forward into the deeper water. At first he feels his heart race, not sure how this will play out but before long he gets the feel of the ocean once more. It's like riding a bike, once you learn you don't really forget, it just takes some memory refreshment for the mind, as well as, the muscles. Softly he bumps his nose against her neck, playfully shoving her towards the side in the water, yet still extremely careful about his movements. "Seems I was found by a water child." His words continue the playfulness.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
westphalianxholstein | stallion | homozygous black | seventeen point two hands | the ridge | salem
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