05-26-2015, 11:55 AM
He’s grazing in the meadow when he hears the call, and quickly raises his head to identify the source. It had been somewhat familiar, and Texas turns and makes his way through the trees. There, Shatter Me is standing; she must be the one who had called them; Texas refuses to admit that perhaps his hearing is not as good as it had once been. Nothing about him is quite as good as it had once been, for the lack of magic in the neutral kingdom has been slowly leeching aware his own gift as well. He is growing old, and eventually will die.
Or perhaps not.
“Hello Shatter,” he says, stepping toward the grey mare with a nod of his head. He’s not seen her much of late – but then, he’s not been seen much of himself. Adjusting, he likes to think, even if he is not entirely sure what he is adjusting to. She’ll have things to say to them all, Texas is sure, so for now he remains quiet.
Or perhaps not.
“Hello Shatter,” he says, stepping toward the grey mare with a nod of his head. He’s not seen her much of late – but then, he’s not been seen much of himself. Adjusting, he likes to think, even if he is not entirely sure what he is adjusting to. She’ll have things to say to them all, Texas is sure, so for now he remains quiet.
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls