The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS


WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?













left with no reason
we come undone
The mare turned to greet him with her own muzzle extended in a welcome as friendly as his own had been, and Boomslang’s smile grew wider on his black lips. He liked her immediately —as he did most of the horses he met— and relaxed with one toe propped up on its tip. The Criollo was happy to have found some company, and he was looking forward to a lengthy and stimulating conversation with the dappled gray mare who stood before him. Her idea that the closeness of the trees could be comforting surprised him, because before he’d only considered them as being a hassle and obstacles to avoid. Boomslang had just opened his mouth to reply when another horse trotted out of the surrounding trees and headed straight for him.

Boomslang’s attention shifted immediately to the other male, expecting him to join their casual conversation, and was instead greeted with the sight of a snaked-out head and snapping teeth. The grullo stallion rose up on his hind legs to pivot away, his own ears pinning, and grunted when he felt the pinch of teeth against the flesh of his raised shoulder. It hurt. As soon as all four hooves were on the ground again, Boomslang bolted out of biting range, knocking his other shoulder against the trunk of a tree in his flight. He wheeled to see if he’d been followed, but through the trees he could see the red dun addressing Yscha. The grullo hesitated for a moment, one hoof raised as if about to take a step, and finally made his decision.

The aggression of the other stallion was startling only because so far, Boomslang had been well-received by everyone he’d been to visit, and that had been more of luck’s doing than anything else. It made sense that eventually someone would find fault with his stepping over their borders. Still, Boomslang knew that if he left now it would likely only heighten the other stallion’s suspicion of his presence in the Forest. The storm-colored male wanted to be certain that he did not leave this first impression without being able to explain himself. He walked back to the two horses, but stood a bit further away this time, and when the red dun turned to confront him again he backed up two steps and spoke to defend himself: “‘Ay, ‘ay, mate, it’s all righ’! I’m Boomslang, you’re neighbor. Just popped by to say hello. No harm meant. I just met Yscha over there on my way to see you.” He hadn’t truly intended to seek out the lead stallion today, specifically, but it seemed wise to pretend that had been on his agenda after all.


♂ | Criollo | grullo | 14.2hh | 11 summers
html by SNOW


Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:




Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->