08-07-2016, 08:04 PM
Z Y T H A N
Offspring X Mezanix
Zythan had promised his mother he wouldn't go far, well, maybe that was a little lie, but what she didn't know wouldn't harm her. He was already a curious soul, wanting adventure and to see the word. And today his exploring took him to the meadow, he was already filling out well, despite being a week old. His long legs carried him gracefully over the meadows hills, his face dipping every now and then to brush his muzzle against the strands of grass. He was not searching for anything in-particular that day, but when a youngster like himself showed herself to cross his path he grew curious about her. Picking up his pace and spreading his small banner behind him he raced towards her over the hills of the meadow, jumping a rock at one point. As he neared he slowed down, she seemed so fragile, so scared. He watched her with a worried expression on his face as he moved towards her, pelt black as night stood out in the pastel green of the meadow. "Are you ok?" He asked, concearn etched his vocals as he came to a halt close to the filly.
I wanted freedom; Bound and restricted. I tried to give you up; But I'm addicted.