winter wonderland
The forest seemed to stay hushed today, not a thing stirred in the forest as it continued living in the harsh conditions of winter, small trees sprouting from the frozen layer of snow that decorated the forest floor, although today there seemed to be a presence that distracted him, something dwelling in the deep forest, lurking in the shadows as the white stallion stood up, holding his frame in place as he scanned the soft beams of light that broke through the dense canopy.
Ruinam's eyes point directly toward the shadows, his mind contemplating whether he had seen anything over and over again, it was like torture to his senses, the feeling of being watched draping over him, holding him with a tight grip.
At last a figure did appear, his body standing in shock at first but quickly adjusting as Sinner approached, his grin intimidating, but his casual approach comforting.
Ruinam stands undisturbed for the moment as Sinner places himself in front of the ivory coated stallion, his tone deep as he begins to speak in form of greeting, Ruinam nods silently as he finishes his sentence, he did not dare speak until Sinner was finished, another sentence emerging from his dark stature, once again his words echo through the now silent forest, falling in front of him peacefully as he sat down.
The white stallion opens his soft pink-tipped lips to speak "Good afternoon" he leaves his own greeting short, unsure of how to address him formally, unsure of whether he wanted to be addressed that way, "Yes, I am very thankful to be here" he adds quickly as he shifts his weight comfortably, his eyes focused on Sinner and only Sinner.
Sound is already creeping back into the forest as the two sit silently, the echo of birds returning peacefully, the crunch of leaves satisfying Ruinam's ears as small creatures flood the colourful floor of the forest.
The sound within the forest is perfectly balanced, there is not too much of it and also not too little, a balance that is untouched, perfectly swaying in the motion of time as the two stayed silent for a moment, a silence that was already becoming deafening amongst all the other sounds of the forest, the two were shrouded in small sills of light, pouring in from above, gifting them the ability to see.
Ruinam's comfort only grows now, he is no longer affected by the figure in front of him for as long as he does not move, usually the white stallion would be panicking but for now, he resides in comfort, his crimson eyes placed directly on Sinner as he awaits his speech.
