Dark charcoal rocks loomed above him for what felt like miles and miles. Elliot being so curious stood still at the bottom with the pale sand beneath his feet staring up at the rocks. This place, rainy ridge was his “actual” home, his birth place thanks to his mother and the place where our young strong colt met his golden father. Snorting with content yet confusion Elliot could hear his snort echo through the vast rocks as he decided to head up the well-traveled hill. His limbs no longer ached with being forced to bulk up with the constant rough terrain he now spent most of his days in. His chest was bulking up along with his hindquarters. Elliot would be a very sturdy built stallion; he is and would be the sight of Midas, only darker.

The thought caused a small smirk to cross his black lips as he reached the top of the ridge with the small valley that offered lush grass and sights to overlook the ridge. Nearby stood Sylvia grazing causally in the sunshine. Seeing his mother bright and fueled with love and excitement for his father made Elliot happy. He could smell Crow, the black filly he found abandon in the prairie nearby but his bronze spheres couldn’t quite see her. His mother suddenly lifted her head and took off calling for the filly and shot down the hill back to the beach.

Confused Elliot called after his mother, and hoping his father would appear as his limbs carried him right behind his mother back down the ledge that ended onto the shoreline. Once they both got there he could see crow ankle deep in the waters just standing still. His mother went to her and nudged her trying to offer comfort before Elliot turned and headed past the duo just a little ways staring back up at the rocks before he called loudly to his father. His ears are perked forward and his eyes moved around the ridge with urgency. The young boy wanted his father to come to him, he wanted to talk with him, get to know him better and so with a flick of his tail Elliot called again with a little more urgency in his voice before turning his head to snort at his mother who stared at her son with pride but didn’t go to him. Moving his eyes over to Crow Elliot smiled and calmed his nerves, he was just so excited to spend time with his dad and have him meet crow even if for a moment before [hopefully] they could wander off and have some much craved father son time.



"SPEECH"”

elliot ; 4 months ; mixed ; buckskin minimal overo ;
male ; out of sylvia by midas ; 15.3 hh wfg
secret's little prince