Falls

Perhaps the concept behind a divine power playing puppeteer is a comforting thought to the young male, washed ashore upon a strange island without any of the small comforts to which he was accustomed. The new found freedom was better defined as an intervention of the cosmos than brought into the shadow of truth - he had found himself of age and thus became expendable. The castaway has since wandered the various terrains the chain of islands has to offer, often stopping in various places momentarily before he is once against ushered away. Though he finds himself a confused child thrown into the body expected of a much older creature - long legs and beginning to blossom musculature - his innocence so far has proven borderline helpful. Yet how long can someone continue along, doe-eyed and gullible, before the cruel realities of the world ensnare them in an unrelenting trap?

Her own excited reverberations echoed his own with the uncontrollable shifting of hooves awaiting for flight. The mahogany stallion is pleased by the companionship he has found, even relived, for he has stumbled into several less than savory situations since his arrival. Meeting the delicate girl, seeing her delightful face, is a welcome contrast to the death wishes and spite found elsewhere. Grateful is he for this one last chance to partake in activities of youthful squander before embracing the unwanted roll his gender bestows upon him. While defending a home and family are less than ideal concepts to him, he has not yet discovered that there may be another pathway through life. There are almost always two forks in every road and multiple pathways through any forest. May he find another way that calls to his heart and allows his own pursuit of happiness.

The laughter from her lips is like the most soothing of balms, easily erasing any apprehension still held in the tense line of his strong shoulders. Her ability to close the distance between the two is almost uncanny given their size difference and he finds himself almost startled by her touch. Her taunt is enough to draw long lost laughter from his own lips before powerful strides hastily bring him beside her, moving with a nimbleness newly acquired as he grows into his monstrous body. A quick, gentle, tug at her mane and the dark sooty stallion wheels away with exaggerated movements - even giving a gleefully spirited buck as he careens through the snow drifts.

His downfall is in looking backward now, deep mocha eyes reluctant to remove his gaze from the lovely little mare. Even as he cranes his neck around to catch a glimpse, the mistake already registers in his mind. He starts sliding, skidding awkwardly as he is quite accustomed to doing - he has seen many an ungraceful fall in his short life. By some amount of sheer luck, he catches his footing, but not before causing a cascade of fluffy snow that removes the girl from his view. Stopping sheepishly he pivots his well-defined head back and forth, searching for her, knowing that the gentle touch of their continued game may once again startle him.