Annubis knows that it is perhaps a foolish move for him to leave the protective sanctuary of Paradise so soon after Lucifer’s attempted raid. The sterling stallion is certain that somewhere in the afterlife, his sire is cursing his name and probably adding to his already colorful vocabulary at the action. However, Annubis is forced to hope and pray that his interruption and the winter season on the other islands are enough to keep the black demon occupied for a while.
At least, until he can return hopefully with what he had come in search of.
The odds of finding an unattended female on the main island is not very high, but that does not mean he isn’t hopeful that the gods will be in favor of him today.
Charcoal limbs cut an ambling path through the thick blanket of snow that has covered the island in what appears to have been last night’s snows. Raven tipped sonars flex at the loud sound his hooves make as they crunch through the ice-encrusted snow. Paper-thin nostrils flare as a sneeze blasts unbidden from him. Yet another reminder why he preferred Atlantis…. He hated the cold.
Fighting back a disgusted grunt, the sterling stallion steps cautiously over a half-hidden log and lets his gaze stretch over the wide open expanse of field that lays before him.
As expected, there are not many creatures out today willing to brave the cold weather for a few subpar mouthfuls of wet, yellow grass. Multifaceted ooids cast a roaming gaze until sights settle on a silvery copper figure grazing alone. The smile on his lips widens. Perhaps the gods were indeed smiling down on him.
With a toss his his head, resettling the snow-dampened tendrils of his obsidian mane, the smoke colored beast jogs forward with a confident nicker. Not like he intended to startle the poor girl to death, especially considering he is sure that his crunching hooves through the snow could wake the dead. He isn’t used to snow.
”Good morning!” he barks when he is sure that he is close enough for his words to carry over the sound of crunching snow. A broad, welcoming smile curves across his handsome features as the rougish beast tilts his head towards the russet mare. ”Would you mind some company?” he asks, raven-tipped ears pitching forward hopefully.