03-05-2016, 09:32 PM
THIS WAY, OR NO WAY, YOU KNOW I'LL BE FREE
The sun had never been his favorite. Though its light was enticing to him, due to his unfortunate physical similarity with a certain insect, he much preferred the comfort of the shadows to bathing in the warmth of sunlight. It often agitated his delicate cretlin wings, which shielded his golden pelt from the soft breeze that was rustling through the field, causing beads of sweat to gently tickle down his hide - leaving dark stains behind. He moved forward from the shadows at last, his four forelegs and two hindlegs moving in swift, graceful harmony as he stalked forward, taking in the stench of the other bodies that mill about.
It was not often that he ventured out of the comfort of the valley, preferring its quiet, shaded solace, but he had a duty to perform and he would go out of his way and embrace the inevitable discomfort if it meant serving his King. His dark, compound eyes slowly piece together the image of golden tendrils of wheat wavering in the soft gust of wind, finally landing his gaze on a coal-painted female with various alabaster markings. She is circling the land, creating deep imprints with each step, and he finds himself amused with her antics. She was quirky, to be sure - and certainly she would fit in among the misfits of the Valley.
Quietly, he approaches, his limbs slowing as he nears her. He is unusual looking, this he knows, and he does not want to startle her. His voice is soft, but it echoes in the emptiness of the thin air, his tenor tone breaking the silence.
"Hello; my name is Elysium. I come from the Valley; a kingdom to the southeast. What brings you here?"
Elysium
equus lepidoptera, student of the valley