03-15-2016, 09:22 AM
He's stands set back on the edge of the meadow where the rolling grasses gain height and some boulders tear through the earth's flesh to soak their jagged edges in the sun. He came here to nap – that was three days ago. He lurks on the dwarfed steppes that look over the emerald hills from the north. The Gates lie somewhere behind the behemoth mountains at his back (behind the steppes); a place he couldn't care any less for but he notes the warm dry winds rolling off of it's sands to spill into the breezy meadow. His eyes flutter open with the commotion of an owl lifting off from a branch somewhere in the trees beside him. The sound doesn't startle him, he just opens his hidden [behind forelock] eyes calmly to the stirring. To his predatory delight he sees a delicious little mare wallowing in the shade down below. He watches her for a while, waiting for her be comfortable before he sets forth on a airy trot. His athleticism shows in his lofty steps, curling and landing with exaggerated extension. When he reaches her he stops short a few feet and shakes like a wet dog. Dust floats around him like tiny glowing orbs, the golden sun catching them just right. His dreaded mane flies wildly in every direction, his forelock covering most of his face.
“Nice day, innit?” He draws in a deep sigh, exhaling with an audible 'ahhh'. His eyes look to the cotton boll clouds that flow overhead in the sea of pale azure. The bugs are kept at bay by the frequent gusts of northern wind, making it a very pleasant day indeed. His eyes find her gaze so he may look at her head on. “I'm Chemdog.” his deep voice melts through a straight mouth but his eyes grin with madness. Chemdog x |
