11-07-2016, 08:45 AM
The cold wraps itself around his dark form, the coat shaggy and tangled with burrs and clots of dried mud but at least he is warm. The chill reminds him of his solitude, icy fingers reach out to grip his heart in a callous clutch of pale fingers. This day is not unlike the rest. The large male wakes to stretch and rise from his warm cave like a woken bear. Yawning lazily and leaning to scratch an itch just out of his reach.
Feathered limbs move him down the small slop to the mouth of his home. Lior rarely ventured to the meadow in this weather unless it was a basic necessity. Hunger is what drove the dark stallion of this particular chilly day. Gray eyes are watching with mild interest as he must move through the small tufts of snow to paw away in an effort to reveal some frozen bits of grass.
Lips are currently tugging at some of the last remains of nourishment when from the corner of one eye is a small form tucked deep in the trunk of an ancient tree. Lior returns to his pursuit of food but he can not help but allow curiosity to get the better of him and so he must venture closer to the small furry leg that is currently poking out.
Heavy feet plod over to poke his head down and in. His nosiness is met with the small, shallow breathing of a tiny girl. Lids fall and lift quickly in a rapid blink as he can not believe what he has found. Lior takes a step back but hesitates for a moment before he acts on a whim and gently lifts back his lips to grip the tiny filly (most are tiny compared to Lior but he knows that this little one should not be left alone in the base of a tree) by the scruff of her neck, like a little kitten. The cold had intensified by the wind chill and even Lior catches a shiver vibrate his bones before he is moving with the itty bitty filly in his mouth.
Lior is not sure if the child should awake or not, nor does he care much, but they are soon breaching the cave and Lior carries her up the small slope and inward where the cold and wind can not reach them before setting her gently down. Pewter pools watch carefully for a moment before determining he should curl up next to the little one in effort to warm her up. Limbs fold under the heavy frame before he lands with a low 'huff' to curl around the petite splotched filly, hoping he would warm up her small frigid body. For once, Lior is nervous and concerned for someone other than himself.
Feathered limbs move him down the small slop to the mouth of his home. Lior rarely ventured to the meadow in this weather unless it was a basic necessity. Hunger is what drove the dark stallion of this particular chilly day. Gray eyes are watching with mild interest as he must move through the small tufts of snow to paw away in an effort to reveal some frozen bits of grass.
Lips are currently tugging at some of the last remains of nourishment when from the corner of one eye is a small form tucked deep in the trunk of an ancient tree. Lior returns to his pursuit of food but he can not help but allow curiosity to get the better of him and so he must venture closer to the small furry leg that is currently poking out.
Heavy feet plod over to poke his head down and in. His nosiness is met with the small, shallow breathing of a tiny girl. Lids fall and lift quickly in a rapid blink as he can not believe what he has found. Lior takes a step back but hesitates for a moment before he acts on a whim and gently lifts back his lips to grip the tiny filly (most are tiny compared to Lior but he knows that this little one should not be left alone in the base of a tree) by the scruff of her neck, like a little kitten. The cold had intensified by the wind chill and even Lior catches a shiver vibrate his bones before he is moving with the itty bitty filly in his mouth.
Lior is not sure if the child should awake or not, nor does he care much, but they are soon breaching the cave and Lior carries her up the small slope and inward where the cold and wind can not reach them before setting her gently down. Pewter pools watch carefully for a moment before determining he should curl up next to the little one in effort to warm her up. Limbs fold under the heavy frame before he lands with a low 'huff' to curl around the petite splotched filly, hoping he would warm up her small frigid body. For once, Lior is nervous and concerned for someone other than himself.
This is better
