This is my resurrection Posted on October 23, 2023 at 04:10:16 PM by Zurok
As the early morning sun bathed the picturesque landscape, Zurok, found solace in grazing and basking in its gentle warmth. His body was still aching from the rigorous sparring match he had engaged in with Fell the previous day, prompting him to amble lazily, savoring each moment.
Amidst this leisurely stroll, Zurok allowed his mind to drift, contemplating the multitude of responsibilities that lay ahead. The stallion harbored hopes of his cherished children and mares joining him in the Bay soon. While a few mares accompanied him already, exploring their newfound home, Zurok yearned for the company and comfort of a larger herd.
Lost in thought, Zurok was abruptly jolted back to reality as a distinctive, feminine call resonated through the air. The alluring aroma, native to the Bay, wafted towards him, emanating an undeniable connection with Fell. This was the moment Zurok had been waiting for, as he swiftly maneuvered his hooves, compelling him closer to the source of the call. As he approached, his own resounding call echoed, signifying his presence in the vicinity.
Zurok possessed a magnificent physique, his sleek black coat shimmering splendidly under the sporadic sunlight. Bearing the scars of his past battles, he showcased his strength and experience, his only distinctive marking being a delicate white snip adorning his noble nose. Taking a moment to appreciate the graciousness of the mare before him, Zurok respectfully acknowledged Fell, aware of the bond they shared. With a gentle nod and a soft nicker, he extended his warm greetings.
"Greetings, my dear friend, and hello to you, milady. I am Zurok," he stated, his voice resonating with both confidence and charm. Curiosity tinged his words as he turned his attention to Fell. "Is there a particular purpose behind your presence here? I am here to assist if needed, Fell." Zurok, however, was slightly puzzled as to why the mare stood there beside Fell. Time spent with his mute companion had provided him the ability to decipher Fell's unspoken intentions, rendering the mare's involvement seemingly superfluous.
Seeking clarification, Zurok cautiously inquired, "May I ask, are you one of Fell's cherished mares?" His intrigue was palpable, yet he maintained the utmost respect for Fell, realizing that if this captivating mare indeed belonged to him, it was imperative to tread lightly. Usually, Zurok's charismatic and suave demeanor effortlessly charmed those he encountered.
The sun continued its graceful ascent into the sky as Zurok awaited a response, his ebony mane swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. The serene surroundings seemed to hold their breath in anticipation, eager to witness the unfolding events. Replies: