08-26-2015, 07:42 PM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
The pair stand close, shivering together like wayward summer flowers, petals accidentally set adrift on a frigid breeze. In that moment, he can only think that they simply do not belong here. He notes their whispering when he approaches, but he cannot quite catch their words. Not until the one farthest from him, the one whose face is adorned in white from forelock to muzzle, offers him an absent greeting. The nearer one steps between them then, a protective gleam in her dark eyes, fluted ears flattened ominously. It is a posture he recognizes. He has defended his own sister in much the same way against a perceived threat. Granted, that threat had been another of his sisters, but that is a tale for another time.
He is not accustomed to being taken as dangerous. It is a novel experience for him, much like his sojourn into the field. He knows that he is a large stallion, though not as large as some. Even so, his forthright and carefree demeanor had always removed whatever edge his otherwise intimidating appearance might have had. He could not blame her for her protectiveness though. He is an unknown. And, given their condition, he suspects they have had far more trouble with unknowns than they would likely care to admit. So, in response to her gesture, he drops his blocky head slightly, an action meant to purvey just how innocuous he is.
He smiles then, a broad smile full of good humor and charm. His voice, when he speaks, is buoyant and warm.
A promise indeed. Here more so than other places though. It is certainly a pleasure to meet you both.
He pauses then as they comment further on the coldness of the weather. As if in response to their words, another blast of frigid air tumbles through the field. He shivers, unable to prevent his body’s automatic response. He must say that he is not fond of this weather either.
Rather ho-hum actually. This cold is enough to get anyone’s spirits down.
His brown eyes survey them closely as he says this. The two are clearly less than thrilled about the cold. He could remedy that easily enough.
Say ladies, I happen to live in the Deserts. It’s decidedly warmer there than it is here. You wouldn’t care to join me, would you? I’d love to continue our conversation, but you girls look fair frozen to the ground.
He is not accustomed to being taken as dangerous. It is a novel experience for him, much like his sojourn into the field. He knows that he is a large stallion, though not as large as some. Even so, his forthright and carefree demeanor had always removed whatever edge his otherwise intimidating appearance might have had. He could not blame her for her protectiveness though. He is an unknown. And, given their condition, he suspects they have had far more trouble with unknowns than they would likely care to admit. So, in response to her gesture, he drops his blocky head slightly, an action meant to purvey just how innocuous he is.
He smiles then, a broad smile full of good humor and charm. His voice, when he speaks, is buoyant and warm.
A promise indeed. Here more so than other places though. It is certainly a pleasure to meet you both.
He pauses then as they comment further on the coldness of the weather. As if in response to their words, another blast of frigid air tumbles through the field. He shivers, unable to prevent his body’s automatic response. He must say that he is not fond of this weather either.
Rather ho-hum actually. This cold is enough to get anyone’s spirits down.
His brown eyes survey them closely as he says this. The two are clearly less than thrilled about the cold. He could remedy that easily enough.
Say ladies, I happen to live in the Deserts. It’s decidedly warmer there than it is here. You wouldn’t care to join me, would you? I’d love to continue our conversation, but you girls look fair frozen to the ground.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch