Jesper
Light blue gaze hardens as onyx-hued stallion resolves himself to his assigned mission. Jesper is far from excited to return to the evil-harboring woods. Poll and nape toss to cast tangled locks from one side to the other and, out of line of vision. Glossy pools soon catch the boldly spotted mare named Mosrael. It does not take long for solid ebony equine to recognize the dame as his teammate in the Beqanna games. A soft smile and, a bob of his poll are offered in way of a greeting. Jesper then offers a few words in a soft tone. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Chassis pivots to face southeast before muscled haunches engage to push male into a purposeful pace.
Mosrael’s body language suggests she is unsure of what to think, let alone say. So, the typically loquacious male strides silently towards Sylva. Unshod keratin support refined pillars as Jesper leads the way. To be honest, he did not know what to say, either. He feels relief that his grandsire is accepted, without many grievances. He feels pride in knowing that he could be part of the bigger picture and, for the right reasons. He worries about the safety of Sabra and Lavendel. He thinks of them constantly and, hopes to cross paths with both, soon. One bronze-tipped lobe casually focuses on his partner (ready and, willing to hang on her every word) while other actively searches the area. Every single sound echoes within ear canal and, Jesper processes each one carefully. The white, sands of Ischia give way to the fertile soil of the River and then, the rolling, rocky land of Loess. Cobalt stallion hugs the coastal border until Sylva’s permanent copper canopy comes into focus.
Sensitive olfactory sense detects the pungency emanating from the forest and, upper labrum curls upwards in detest. Nevertheless, forward march carries male confidently over the border and, into the cloak of darkness. Since his departure, the canopy seems to keep out more light and, a suffocating fog hovers at their ankles. Only a few paces inside the forest and, male aligns his limbs into a square halt. Poll remains high while senses cue up to high alert. The clown is sure to be lurking amongst the shadows and, Jesper was adamant about accomplishing their intended task. He need not call out to Morty as, he was sure the little punk would be gleeful upon finding his familiar cologne on his radar.
@[Mosrael] @[Modicum Mortem]
Mosrael’s body language suggests she is unsure of what to think, let alone say. So, the typically loquacious male strides silently towards Sylva. Unshod keratin support refined pillars as Jesper leads the way. To be honest, he did not know what to say, either. He feels relief that his grandsire is accepted, without many grievances. He feels pride in knowing that he could be part of the bigger picture and, for the right reasons. He worries about the safety of Sabra and Lavendel. He thinks of them constantly and, hopes to cross paths with both, soon. One bronze-tipped lobe casually focuses on his partner (ready and, willing to hang on her every word) while other actively searches the area. Every single sound echoes within ear canal and, Jesper processes each one carefully. The white, sands of Ischia give way to the fertile soil of the River and then, the rolling, rocky land of Loess. Cobalt stallion hugs the coastal border until Sylva’s permanent copper canopy comes into focus.
Sensitive olfactory sense detects the pungency emanating from the forest and, upper labrum curls upwards in detest. Nevertheless, forward march carries male confidently over the border and, into the cloak of darkness. Since his departure, the canopy seems to keep out more light and, a suffocating fog hovers at their ankles. Only a few paces inside the forest and, male aligns his limbs into a square halt. Poll remains high while senses cue up to high alert. The clown is sure to be lurking amongst the shadows and, Jesper was adamant about accomplishing their intended task. He need not call out to Morty as, he was sure the little punk would be gleeful upon finding his familiar cologne on his radar.
@[Mosrael] @[Modicum Mortem]