10-02-2015, 05:52 PM
Close my eyes just to look at you
The playground and those silly girls had been stupid, stupid, stupid. What was the deal with them anyways? They weren’t anything special - just flesh and blood and bone and hot air. Kraz is thoroughly unimpressed. He thinks then that all women are stupid, save his dam, but even Astri has her faults. There’d always been a glimmer of something akin to worry in his mother’s eyes, but Kraz dismissed it as matronly affection. Today, though, he’s free of that concern and he chooses to spend his time stretching his newly year-old legs.
He’s a sight for sore eyes, with his mint-colored fur that bleeds to a teal underbelly. His matching teal appendages are lithe and lanky, giving a bold hint to perhaps some extra height later on in life. His short, rounded back is indication of good breeding somewhere along his family line, and his once fluffy mane and tail have begun to grow into matching mint tendrils. Kraz is utterly unlike anything lazing around in the meadow, and he rather prefers it this way. What was the fun in being boring?
He meanders without purpose, glittering blue eyes dancing along the backs of those around him. The thin, dull array of winter-turned-spring herd is a droll monotony of useless humming and the occasional laugh. Where was the drama? Where was the danger? Where was the fun? He sighs flippantly, ears falling against his neck as he pushes his way through the crowd to source out some entertainment. Pushing past the back ends of two rather rotund, pregnant mares, he peeks a glance at the surrounding area and spies exactly what he’s looking for.
There, only a few meters away, stands a deathly looking creature with another stallion sporting a silver mane and tail. They’re an odd pair, and Kraz can sense that something is very different about them. With a sideways smirk he slithers away from the crowd and approaches them slowly, head raised while his teeth grit together to contain his excitement. In fact, he’s so overcome with emotion that his once thin, greenish ears have turned short, furry and black (A stark difference from the rest of his body.) But the boy knows nothing of his powers yet so he remains unaware.
“Planning a murder, are we?” He asks, completely a jest without realizing how dangerously close he was. He asks because the look on their faces reeks of mischief. Despite the countless instruction he’d gotten from Astri on how staring was rude, his bright eyes seem to glue themselves to the skeleton of a horse, and they remain there. “Woah …” He whispers, letting the noise drift off into a staunch, fear-filled silence.
He may have bitten off more than he could chew.
He’s a sight for sore eyes, with his mint-colored fur that bleeds to a teal underbelly. His matching teal appendages are lithe and lanky, giving a bold hint to perhaps some extra height later on in life. His short, rounded back is indication of good breeding somewhere along his family line, and his once fluffy mane and tail have begun to grow into matching mint tendrils. Kraz is utterly unlike anything lazing around in the meadow, and he rather prefers it this way. What was the fun in being boring?
He meanders without purpose, glittering blue eyes dancing along the backs of those around him. The thin, dull array of winter-turned-spring herd is a droll monotony of useless humming and the occasional laugh. Where was the drama? Where was the danger? Where was the fun? He sighs flippantly, ears falling against his neck as he pushes his way through the crowd to source out some entertainment. Pushing past the back ends of two rather rotund, pregnant mares, he peeks a glance at the surrounding area and spies exactly what he’s looking for.
There, only a few meters away, stands a deathly looking creature with another stallion sporting a silver mane and tail. They’re an odd pair, and Kraz can sense that something is very different about them. With a sideways smirk he slithers away from the crowd and approaches them slowly, head raised while his teeth grit together to contain his excitement. In fact, he’s so overcome with emotion that his once thin, greenish ears have turned short, furry and black (A stark difference from the rest of his body.) But the boy knows nothing of his powers yet so he remains unaware.
“Planning a murder, are we?” He asks, completely a jest without realizing how dangerously close he was. He asks because the look on their faces reeks of mischief. Despite the countless instruction he’d gotten from Astri on how staring was rude, his bright eyes seem to glue themselves to the skeleton of a horse, and they remain there. “Woah …” He whispers, letting the noise drift off into a staunch, fear-filled silence.
He may have bitten off more than he could chew.
KRAZ
Taken by the seamless vision