02-12-2019, 06:14 PM
alvorr
Alvorr enters the border of Nerine once again, a languid shape bounding over the rocky outcrop as he slows down to a halt, his hooves scraping against the rock-strewn landscape, he remains hushed for the moment, attracting attention to his rather solitary lifestyle was usually unwanted.
The stallion would much rather remain alone, bathe in his own mind rather than to be convinced to do otherwise.
But today felt like it was time to change, perhaps someone would wander across him, a spotted figure ready to be found by any stranger ready to break the shell of solidarity, an unsocial barrier waiting to reveal itself.
The summer breeze was also welcoming, the stallion breathed deeply as the salty air draped over him, entering his lungs, filling them with a sweet sensation.
The stallion begins to move again, this time walking along the coastline, his legs faintly following the trail of soaked sand that accompanied the rocky structures. The water that slammed against his hocks was surprisingly warm, most likely warmed by the summer sun, beating down on everything with a pleasurely gaze.
Alvorr breathes in deeply before exiting the sweet scene, almost a dream forming in his brain as he wanders away, moving upward to go toward the mainland, his footing finally finding patches of grass to balance himself on.
He now halted, grazing along the cliff-side, remaining to look at the wonderful view, his ears pivoting to listen closely to the water viciously slamming against the rock.
The stallion would much rather remain alone, bathe in his own mind rather than to be convinced to do otherwise.
But today felt like it was time to change, perhaps someone would wander across him, a spotted figure ready to be found by any stranger ready to break the shell of solidarity, an unsocial barrier waiting to reveal itself.
The summer breeze was also welcoming, the stallion breathed deeply as the salty air draped over him, entering his lungs, filling them with a sweet sensation.
The stallion begins to move again, this time walking along the coastline, his legs faintly following the trail of soaked sand that accompanied the rocky structures. The water that slammed against his hocks was surprisingly warm, most likely warmed by the summer sun, beating down on everything with a pleasurely gaze.
Alvorr breathes in deeply before exiting the sweet scene, almost a dream forming in his brain as he wanders away, moving upward to go toward the mainland, his footing finally finding patches of grass to balance himself on.
He now halted, grazing along the cliff-side, remaining to look at the wonderful view, his ears pivoting to listen closely to the water viciously slamming against the rock.
" darling. we're slow dancing in a burning room. "