07-03-2016, 04:05 PM
Her call made him pop his head up from a sea of grass. He is an inky blotch in the blanket of emerald grasses swaying in a gentle mid-day wind. She was whinnying, in the field, right next to him. How did he not see her before? He questions himself and his possible dementia. He wastes no time picking up those big feet and plodding confidently in her direction, strands of green still dangling from his chewing mouth.
“Hey there,” She was a big girl, black a night like him – though something about her reminded him of a raven, something he didn't see in himself or his own broken, scar marred coat. His tail tosses and he slows down to stand a few feet from her, grabbing another mouthful and chewing while he watches her curiously. “You here to recruit or to be recruited, lass?” Her eagerness for company is what made him wonder, though he could smell nothing of any recognizable kingdom or herd upon her coat. He steps closer and tilts his head to the side, his long chunky forelock tumbling to the side to reveal a bright teal eye and the other swallowed up by the veil of hair. “I've a wonderful place to go, if you're looking.” He's a bit suspicious of her and analyzes her reaction carefully.
Is he really that lucky? To find a perfectly fine looking woman calling out......in the middle of the field?
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Mezanix]
