Juice
01-08-2021, 08:30 AM
He couldn't bring himself to leave the Forest. Juice has only ever known living amongst trees. He feels safe when concealed in their shadows, and surrounded by their unwavering trunks. The unscathed male is hardly camouflaged; though, his pelt is also not as loud as some others. In the thralls of winter, his pelt is medium in length. The bulk of his chassis is a cocoa brown, with sooty dreads cascading down his crest and brushing his hocks. His undercarriage is, in stark contrast, the color of pure snow. The white marks the underside of his barrel, and reaches up all four limbs, above the joint in the middle. His weight is healthy though, his eyes are dark, lacking the spark of youth the rest of his body gives off.
Today, Juice loiters in the woods. He moves idly in hopes that something will captivate him. Her voice snaps his attention towards her shimmery blue bod. She sure is shiny. She also smells of the forest; of bark, leaves and moss; the damp, earthiness of home. He cannot be sure if the territory that clings to her is the Forest they stand in currently or, from Sylva. Either way, he has been caught. Juice lowers his poll in disappointment. He should know better. He has stalked many others in these woods. He should be more careful.
Her query leaves an awkwardness in the air that he normally tries to avoid; however, he cannot leave now. He shuffles through the leaves, making sure to make a little more noise, just to confirm her suspicion and grow the anticipation. He pauses a moment, just long enough to say, "I am". He holds his breath and then moves from the shadows so that the winged cotton candy colored mare could better see him. He halts and stands to her right. He is not much to look at when compared to her shimmery pelt, wings, and fiery sunset dyed tresses. However, unbeknownst to Juice, this mare knows more about him than most Beqannians. Maybe, just maybe, @[Sabra] will recognize the splashed white markings of his mother, Lavendel.
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I really wanted to write with you again, Bru. Don't feel too much pressure here. I know Sabra and Juice were in Sylva at different times. I guess I am hoping she tells him enough about his parents that he goes searching and stops bumming around the Forest. Having said that, I am open to whatever direction you wish to go!!
Today, Juice loiters in the woods. He moves idly in hopes that something will captivate him. Her voice snaps his attention towards her shimmery blue bod. She sure is shiny. She also smells of the forest; of bark, leaves and moss; the damp, earthiness of home. He cannot be sure if the territory that clings to her is the Forest they stand in currently or, from Sylva. Either way, he has been caught. Juice lowers his poll in disappointment. He should know better. He has stalked many others in these woods. He should be more careful.
Her query leaves an awkwardness in the air that he normally tries to avoid; however, he cannot leave now. He shuffles through the leaves, making sure to make a little more noise, just to confirm her suspicion and grow the anticipation. He pauses a moment, just long enough to say, "I am". He holds his breath and then moves from the shadows so that the winged cotton candy colored mare could better see him. He halts and stands to her right. He is not much to look at when compared to her shimmery pelt, wings, and fiery sunset dyed tresses. However, unbeknownst to Juice, this mare knows more about him than most Beqannians. Maybe, just maybe, @[Sabra] will recognize the splashed white markings of his mother, Lavendel.
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I really wanted to write with you again, Bru. Don't feel too much pressure here. I know Sabra and Juice were in Sylva at different times. I guess I am hoping she tells him enough about his parents that he goes searching and stops bumming around the Forest. Having said that, I am open to whatever direction you wish to go!!