darius
The sea, yet again, spewed the onyx stallion onto new sands. The water whispered and coiled around his feathered ankles, cool rivulets tracing paths down his sleek, dark hide before pooling on the firm earth. He stood for a moment, obsidian eyes absorbing the immense land stretching endlessly, distant summits clawing at the brooding sky. A biting wind brushed against him, prompting a shiver. This island realm was wholly unlike anything he’d known; his birth land was solely of eternal, snow-capped mountains and the stark desert that lay at their feet. He inhaled, his whiskered lips parting as diverse aromas assailed his flaring nostrils. Pivoting on the hardened sands, his course was clear: follow the compelling scent of other horses.
His stride faltered as he entered a vast meadow, stretching boundlessly in every direction. His ears, barely visible within his unkempt mane, swiveled, and his dark eyes swept over the multitude of horses. Never had he witnessed such a gathering; the sheer numbers were overwhelming. Yet, as he paused, another solitary horse stepped into the clearing. His obsidian gaze drank in every detail of her: the elegant sweep of her tail across her hocks, the confident, flowing stride that carried her effortlessly across the unfamiliar meadow.
Matching her pace, he approached her side, his head aligned with her hip. "What is this place?" he asked, his dark eyes curious, a furrow deepening between his brows. "I am new to these Isles and have never seen such a gathering."
ANDALUSIAN - 8 YEARS - SMOKY BLACK - Stallion - 16.3 HANDS
