ATTICUS
king of the shore tyr x kiraz akhal teke mix 17.3hh |
Paradise wasn't paradise when you were alone. Atticus had grown accustomed to his territory and yet it was still empty. Like a lover he knew every curve and every sand, and yet he was left wanting. And so he'd begun the journey to the mainland. He left behind his beautiful beach for the grass of the commons. He had taken it upon himself to grab a bite of grass here and there, finding it strangely distasteful. Far, far too sweet. Apparently he'd grown used to the bitter grasses that littered the shore. He supposed it was fine for a treat, but he found himself dropping his head less and less as he moved across the commons.
Thick swathes of blonde hair fell on either side of his proud arched neck, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Despite his size from his draft heritage, he was all long legs and elegance from his Teke side. He moved with surprising grace, like a skilled swimmer beneath the surface of the water.
It does not take him long to notice he is not alone. The scent of salt is strong but it cannot mask the entirety of another horse and Atticus finds his curiosity getting the best of him. The mare rested beneath a great tree and Atticus cleared his throat, announcing his presence before he got too close. His expression is hard to judge but his pale eyes do not seem to hold malice.
"The anger suits you."
His voice is deep, a welcome surprise despite his soft elf-like appearance. He flicks his tail, spreading the long blonde hair across the grass like a blanket. Atticus' ears flick to the side for a moment and he turns his attention to the sea rumbling in the distance. "I imagine you do not wish to travel again so soon," he starts, clearing his throat awkwardly and avoiding eye contact. He'd never done this before after all. "Though I can assure you the shore is a far safer place to mull over whatever it is that troubles you."
You're rambling, Atticus. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to bite her. On the rump? That seemed too forward. On the neck? No that seemed ungentlemanly. It was just to guide her of course but he remained where he was, teeth clamped shut behind his lips. |
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