Life is nothing but a Game Posted on October 29, 2013 at 01:27:30 AM by Fundamental
Fundamental had become a solitary creature; spending his days wandering about with no real aim. Many times he had visited the shores thinking that he should soon take the plunge in hopes of finding more upon another island such as the Crossing to make his home more alive. So far he still hadn’t done so, always turning away with some excuse or another as to why he shouldn’t leave his snow filled home. Mostly his reasoning was the mares that resided here. Fundamental could not call them a herd, the word just didn’t fit for the scattered ladies that seemed to always make their own path as they journeyed across the land each passing day. Shadows as they were they still left a scent to mingle among the crisp wintery smell that now mixed with the aroma of wet dirt, but one stood out the most.
It had been some time since he had seen the first mare he had come across when claiming this territory. Fundamental had caught fleeting glances of her or would pick up her scent where she might have slept or grazed for long periods of time but it seemed she had been avoiding him. From her attitude from before, would that really be so surprising? A snort passed through his flaring nares and a slight roll of his eyes. Anything wouldn’t surprise him of the mare and he did wonder if she was still calling this territory hers? Fundamental couldn’t help but smirk at the idea and finally his legs came to a stop, realizing the one scent in particular that stood out was indeed the champagne mare.
The red stallion raised his head to let his brown eyes drift across his snow patched home and it was the mare that caught his attention. Ears tilting forward he studied her as she stood upon her peak, the strength that came from her body and seeped into her surroundings. Admiring her from a distance he stared openly, his thoughts crossing his face without that mask of indifference that was usually there if not a smirk playing across his features. Blinking it away, the stallion’s body became in motion again as he moved to climb up the embankment halfway, his eyes still studying her from behind but his emotions no longer visible. The colors from the bleeding sun washed across her skin, outlining the contours of each muscle and again he found himself just staring.
