Times changed with many an animal. Birds chirped their symphony in the distance and the faint call of hunting predators infiltrated large black ears. Eyes of amber blinked faintly as a large frame stood under a tre. His hulking frame, a horse that is, stared out over the vegetation. He was alone, padding along the islands lands as if he were on a mission, but there was no real mission calling out to him. His body was just ambling around and thinking of the future, but that did not stop him from searching faintly for other horses. He was lonely and with that came the urge to find others to take home with him. Shaking out his large neck however, the stallion that was coming into himself with being almost five years old had the typical large stallion neck and hulking body of his breed.
Gliding through the land, Voyager the black Percheron stallion found himself in the falls. His body weaved through the lands like a mist that was tightly controlled. His dark eyes swept over many things, but what he saw next had him stopping his forward movement. A brightly colored mare had captured all of his attention, her body glistening in the sunlight. His own black frame was currently covered by the shadow of a tree, but he did not stay there for long. Seeing her notice him, the stallion moved out from where he was in the darkness to let the sun's warm rays plaster themselves onto his dark coat. It did not shine like this mare, but the healthy dapples that were seen from him taking care of himself added just enough to show he was far from malnourished or in any shape unworthy.
“Greetings.” Came the male's reply. His voice was deep and cool, almost as if he should be kept silent over speaking. His large frame was steady as he looked at her, her bright fur almost blinding him and making him question if she was real or if she should be up in the heavens with wings just as bright. “I am sorry if I have startled you. My name is Voyager.” He was polite in how he spoke, s.hoping he actually cared what came from his mouth and did not speak just to make the air sound like him. Tilting his head, he let the dark hairs of his forelock faintly cover his face as he lowered it then in a bow of sorts. He might be a hulking figure, but at least he tried his best to be a gentleman.
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