Meadow

The heat seemed to soak into his very skin, that inky depth of his coat drinking it in as it shone across his large frame as if Helios was angry with him. Though the fact would not surprise him it was obvious the lands were slipping into Carpo’s reign of autumn and harvest. It was cooler here than the island he had previously landed on upon his arrival, but not by much and he moved slowly across the open Meadow searching for shade. All that he had found back on Salem still swirled in his head, but he had so much more to do he could not let his attention be diverted… at least not yet. He had left his home and family to prove he was capable of more than they had saddled him with. Those older brothers so confident and egotistical they could never see what was right in front of their noses, thinking they owned the world and taking whatever they pleased. His mother had insisted they were jealous, his older brother by the relationship he had shared with the girl he wanted for himself. Zeus got everything he wanted in the end.

Blind fools, he snorted to himself at the memories before a bright flash of movement pulled his gaze to the softly rolling hills. The vibrant white tendrils of hair that flowed so freely in the light breeze catching his attention as the sun washed her ivory body in golden light so she nearly shone. For a moment he wondered if she were an apparition, ghosts he knew well as they had been a part of his life for so long, but the way the light hugged her figure was evidence enough that she was real. Yet there was still something about her that seemed to resonate to his soul, the scars that littered his chest and back almost singing in her mere presence. It causes his golden eyes to narrow, unsure of what could effect him so but he cannot ignore the feeling.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he approached her with his large hooves falling heavy on the soft grass until he stood a comfortable distance away. It was enough however to let his gilded eyes sweep her face, greeted by one stark blue eye set in her pale face. The feeling of being drawn towards her was unsettling, but he had never let his emotions cloud his judgement before and did not intend to fall prey to them now. “Who are you?” His baritone voice was heavy with a question that went far beyond what her name might be, though he fought to keep the accusation from those words that he felt deep in his chest.