all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
The sun shines brightly overhead, warming the brisk autumn day to a pleasant temperature. It had been rather chilly that morning, a prelude to the not so distant snows. The speckled pewter stallion is enjoying the rare fall warmth, soaking in the bright rays of sunshine in an open patch of meadow. The grass had been cropped short, which is exactly the reason he had chosen that location. Less ticklish. His chocolate brown eyes are closed, long, muscular body stretched out across the grass. Occasionally, an ear flicks or a rapid shiver runs down his skin to rid himself of the lingering flies. It is times like these he wishes he possessed a tail. He could easily see the usefulness of one. Besides, aren’t the bloody irritating creatures supposed to be gone by now?
This scene epitomizes the blue roan in every sense of the word. Here he is, lounging in the midst of the meadow when he should probably be trying to figure out what he’s going to do with his life. With Librette gone, he isn’t entirely sure he wishes to spend the rest of his life in the Valley. He isn’t really a very dark horse after all. He also isn’t entirely sure he wants to spend the rest of his life fighting and standing stud for the Jungle either (even as happy as his father seems to be there. Granted, he at least gets to spend it with the love of his life). So here he is, contemplating his future. Or rather, sleeping on it.
A sudden noise causes him to jerk upright. His dark head turns, brown gaze scanning the surrounding landscape. Seeing nothing, he returns to his original position on the warm grass. Stretching his black legs to their full length, he sighs with utter satisfaction, happy to forget the world. For a time at least
This scene epitomizes the blue roan in every sense of the word. Here he is, lounging in the midst of the meadow when he should probably be trying to figure out what he’s going to do with his life. With Librette gone, he isn’t entirely sure he wishes to spend the rest of his life in the Valley. He isn’t really a very dark horse after all. He also isn’t entirely sure he wants to spend the rest of his life fighting and standing stud for the Jungle either (even as happy as his father seems to be there. Granted, he at least gets to spend it with the love of his life). So here he is, contemplating his future. Or rather, sleeping on it.
A sudden noise causes him to jerk upright. His dark head turns, brown gaze scanning the surrounding landscape. Seeing nothing, he returns to his original position on the warm grass. Stretching his black legs to their full length, he sighs with utter satisfaction, happy to forget the world. For a time at least
shahrizai
@[jenger]