Malik
06-26-2022, 07:31 PM
At first Malik thinks that the distant glow might be the moon, rising above the horizon. But when he glances up, he sees that the moon is instead a thin crescent almost directly overhead. He moves forward cautiously, his steps steady but slow, and he pauses now and then to scent the air with a nose that has shifted from equine to something more sensitive.
Though the black stallion emits his own glow, the blue light that shimmers above his black-striped hide hardly illuminates the sand that he walks on. It serves only to create the outline of a horse as he approaches, visible long before the rest of his black hide. The light of his cracked left horn casts just enough light to illuminate his white snip with its glowing blue-white core, and to ruin much of his night vision.
The white mare is marked in a shade of iridescent blue that Malik recognizes without ever having seen her before, saying to him as surely as if they’d spoken aloud that she is some relation. It is the same blue that he’d seen most of his first childhood, and avoided for a good part of his second. He’s no idea who she is, or how distant their shared blood might be, but he thinks of how long it has been since he has seen some of his family, and that pulls him nearer when he might otherwise have passed by.
“Hello,” he says, when he is close enough to talk, just near enough that the glow of her stars casts the faintest of shadows behind him, a long-limbed creature reaching toward the sea. She does not look like Bolder, Malik sees, so perhaps she is from some other branch. His mother had told him that he has nearly as many uncles as he has stripes, so he supposes most anything is possible.
“I’m Malik.”
@Kamaria
Though the black stallion emits his own glow, the blue light that shimmers above his black-striped hide hardly illuminates the sand that he walks on. It serves only to create the outline of a horse as he approaches, visible long before the rest of his black hide. The light of his cracked left horn casts just enough light to illuminate his white snip with its glowing blue-white core, and to ruin much of his night vision.
The white mare is marked in a shade of iridescent blue that Malik recognizes without ever having seen her before, saying to him as surely as if they’d spoken aloud that she is some relation. It is the same blue that he’d seen most of his first childhood, and avoided for a good part of his second. He’s no idea who she is, or how distant their shared blood might be, but he thinks of how long it has been since he has seen some of his family, and that pulls him nearer when he might otherwise have passed by.
“Hello,” he says, when he is close enough to talk, just near enough that the glow of her stars casts the faintest of shadows behind him, a long-limbed creature reaching toward the sea. She does not look like Bolder, Malik sees, so perhaps she is from some other branch. His mother had told him that he has nearly as many uncles as he has stripes, so he supposes most anything is possible.
“I’m Malik.”
@Kamaria