Life is nothing but a Game Posted on September 19, 2013 at 05:39:20 PM by Fundamental
Fundamental had not expected the mare to approach with pinned ears and snapping teeth but the stallion remains ever calm. She does not ruffle his feathers any more than the previous hostile mare and he even finds it entertaining. A smirk slides across his lips as he studies her face just as she does his own once she is standing before him. A brush of her muzzle against his own offers a stronger taste of her scent in which he takes in on a deep breath.
“Perhaps a name then?” he replies, reaching to bump his nose against hers after her playful nip before he turns away. White legs pulling him into motion, Fundamental begins to lead her through the trees upon an invisible trail. The stallion’s confident steps show he knows this land without question, his wandering days revealing the secrets that had been hidden when he had first appeared here to claim this harsh territory. But after being raised in the Cove he had done nothing but thrive since returning to Tinuvel, his shaggy coat thick and warm to block out the chilling winds coming off the crash sea water and snow.
As they walked the stallion had fallen silent, his ears pushed forward as his brown eyes were always watchful. So far he had not found threats here other than the land itself but every day he waited for something to show its ugly face knowing that sooner or later the predators that were surely watching him would come forth and attempt to take a life. Fundamental would be prepared for when that day come, never to be caught unaware but in the mean time it was a shelter that loomed ahead.
There ahead of them stood a towering rock. It was broke apart from the many others off in the distance as if it had rolled off the top and somehow stopped here. Many trees grew around it, even some on top while thick brush piled in a dead looking fashion. Slowly as he approached, Fundamental went first to break away any thorns that might have stretched out to snag at one’s skin before turning back to the mare. “The brush and trees will block the wind” he said, giving a faint nod. The stallion did not leave the shelter though, standing there and waiting. The warmth from his body would be shared with hers to keep her warm.
