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Posted on March 14, 2012 at 09:58:01 PM by Mellow
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THE SUN KING .stallion. .8 years. .red dun. . warmblood mutt. .16.1h. .vagrant. For the most part, the male merely bathed in the sun, stood in one place, unmoving except for the occasionally bloat of empty zephyr that stroked through his wry crimson hairs. The days around him skirted passed, a blur of sorts that mingled with the heated haze that coated the grainy landscape’s infinite flatness. In the quiet, in the calmness of the small herd and the lonesome that bred plentifully in vast spaces such as the desert, Mellow began to remember; to recall the stories behind the myriad of treacherous gashes and rigid scars that graced the muscular contours of his being. The red dun had been a fighter; a violent aggressor of sorts, who had a taste for flesh pinched between his teeth and a like for tissues compounded by his heels. In that moment however, he was calm, collected in a cocoon that showed only intelligence as he drifted over the acres. His strides were long and sweeping, his expressive skull hung on a neck placed in low keel with his withers. It had been a time since he had seen anyone; the scent of the lead male, Encantador, far off behind him, as of that of his mate, the shadowy mare who seemed engrained in the desert herself. In the wrought, summer glower of the solar king, a light sheen of sweat came upon his pelt, his hairs like that of saturated orange, rimmed with points of copper and hairs of hot scarlet. He was a bright sort of red dun, set on a hefty warmblood body, not exactly the type one would expect to find there, on an island as arid and dry as Salem. A new aroma he did not recognize came to catch his attention, and Mellow permitted his sienna eyes to lift from the bleary ground. Near the water that tided slightly upon the beach, as if fearful of evaporation itself, was a mare; a creature of dark color. He elevated his skull and called out, a welcoming, brassy nicker as he pressed himself forward into an elastic, ground eating trot. The stallion flowed over the space between them, his stature at ease and friendly, not in the least bit intimidating. The male slowed a few yards off, his wild tresses rested about him as his muscled bulges thinned under his thick skin. He wondered what she wanted, if she had come for the lead or if she was simply an explorer, as he had been seasons ago. Respectfully, he nodded, an opening greeting of sorts as he came to a halt. “Good day,” he said, “I am Mellow, beta to the lead. How may I be of service?” M E L L O W |
Replies:
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova March 19, 2012 at 00:41:41 AM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 20, 2012 at 04:05:19 PM
- .the bleeding glory. - By Mellow March 21, 2012 at 00:02:37 AM
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova March 21, 2012 at 05:52:03 PM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 07:24:37 PM
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova March 27, 2012 at 08:51:23 PM
- x - By Canta April 11, 2012 at 01:49:11 PM
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova March 27, 2012 at 08:51:23 PM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 07:24:37 PM
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova March 21, 2012 at 05:52:03 PM
- .the bleeding glory. - By Mellow March 21, 2012 at 00:02:37 AM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 20, 2012 at 04:05:19 PM
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