Posted on April 27, 2013 at 07:53:24 AM by thane
pure, innocent instinct
His face was nothing more than a dirty mask that sat on top of an even dirtier soul. He had been built up of nothing more but blood, flesh, and lies. Everything about him was intricate and well planned, even in moments where it seemed that fury would rain down from the heavens like a great rain storm of fire- everything that he did, he did for a reason.
At the edge of the coast, he blinked against the autumn sunlight, dark pupils shrinking against the cold light, his knotted forelock hanging in his face. Licking his lips and tasting the air, he feels as if there is something waiting for him, like a little trinket somewhere that was just begging to be picked up. It had been late at night when the grullo had washed up upon the shore of paradise, a great land so filled up with palm trees and sweet, tropical fruits that the very sight of it was so colourful that he had to turn away from it. With his back turned to the trees and the innermost workings of the terrain, it seemed as though he had gone unnoticed, like a shadow falling from a tree that had not been there before.
Thane had stood for some hours, half asleep and half awake, letting the gentle lull of the ocean waves soothe his ever churning mind. Under the thinnest veil of sleep, the sun pierced through his eyelids, awaking the stallion and bringing his head to turn to one side, finding that he was still undiscovered, still unfound. Blinking against the new morning sun, he sees the first sign of life- a painted female shouting and stabbing her hooves into one particular spot on the beach. It seemed she was irritated, and perhaps with good reason.
To bad he did not care.
Moving slowly towards her, the stallion walks along the edge of the trees, eyes turned precariously outwards, ignoring the land behind him. He was almost entirely focused on the female, and once he is close enough he darts out without a bellow or a cry, aiming to thrust his chest against her shoulder and dig his teeth into her mane- he fully planned on dragging her home, kicking and screaming if he had to.
At the edge of the coast, he blinked against the autumn sunlight, dark pupils shrinking against the cold light, his knotted forelock hanging in his face. Licking his lips and tasting the air, he feels as if there is something waiting for him, like a little trinket somewhere that was just begging to be picked up. It had been late at night when the grullo had washed up upon the shore of paradise, a great land so filled up with palm trees and sweet, tropical fruits that the very sight of it was so colourful that he had to turn away from it. With his back turned to the trees and the innermost workings of the terrain, it seemed as though he had gone unnoticed, like a shadow falling from a tree that had not been there before.
Thane had stood for some hours, half asleep and half awake, letting the gentle lull of the ocean waves soothe his ever churning mind. Under the thinnest veil of sleep, the sun pierced through his eyelids, awaking the stallion and bringing his head to turn to one side, finding that he was still undiscovered, still unfound. Blinking against the new morning sun, he sees the first sign of life- a painted female shouting and stabbing her hooves into one particular spot on the beach. It seemed she was irritated, and perhaps with good reason.
To bad he did not care.
Moving slowly towards her, the stallion walks along the edge of the trees, eyes turned precariously outwards, ignoring the land behind him. He was almost entirely focused on the female, and once he is close enough he darts out without a bellow or a cry, aiming to thrust his chest against her shoulder and dig his teeth into her mane- he fully planned on dragging her home, kicking and screaming if he had to.
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- VALID - By Shiva May 2, 2013 at 08:31:19 PM
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