03-07-2024, 09:21 AM
The golden young stallion, with a thick golden mane, rolls around feeling the cold snow against his winter coat. As snow gets kicked around him, he snorts, throwing the mucusy snow that went up his nose back out. All four limbs flailing separately, as if none of them were connected. He rolls back onto his belly, hops up and shakes off the white dusty coat that had laid on his back moments prior.
His ears flicker, feeling the wind blow between them and under his coat. He gets a slight chill and shivers a little bit before he hears something moving behind him. Two voices. Two voices talking. It’s rare he hears one, let alone two. He wants to investigate, but instead decides to hide in the treeline a little bit as they get closer. There’s a filly, looks somewhat young and a stallion that’s close to her.
His left ear turns to them to hear what they’re saying. The stallions speaks first. Then the filly. It sounds like she’s scared and lost. But he can’t tell for sure what’s going on. Symba shakes his mane, allowing the rest of the snow that has gathered to fall to the ground when he decides to slowly walk on forward to the pair.
As he approaches, he hears the concern in her voice more clearly. She’s alone. Abandoned potentially. He can relate to that. He too was abandoned as a young colt. But he doesn’t want to scare her more, so he retreats back into the tree line. He sighs and shakes his head disappointed in himself for not allowing himself to get closer. He digs around with his nose in the layer of snow before he was able to find a small nibble of grass cloaking itself underneath, hiding from the elements above.
@Agnese @
Everclear
His ears flicker, feeling the wind blow between them and under his coat. He gets a slight chill and shivers a little bit before he hears something moving behind him. Two voices. Two voices talking. It’s rare he hears one, let alone two. He wants to investigate, but instead decides to hide in the treeline a little bit as they get closer. There’s a filly, looks somewhat young and a stallion that’s close to her.
His left ear turns to them to hear what they’re saying. The stallions speaks first. Then the filly. It sounds like she’s scared and lost. But he can’t tell for sure what’s going on. Symba shakes his mane, allowing the rest of the snow that has gathered to fall to the ground when he decides to slowly walk on forward to the pair.
As he approaches, he hears the concern in her voice more clearly. She’s alone. Abandoned potentially. He can relate to that. He too was abandoned as a young colt. But he doesn’t want to scare her more, so he retreats back into the tree line. He sighs and shakes his head disappointed in himself for not allowing himself to get closer. He digs around with his nose in the layer of snow before he was able to find a small nibble of grass cloaking itself underneath, hiding from the elements above.
@Agnese @
Everclear