07-07-2017, 07:50 AM
Golden tipped ears are pinned forward and his equally gold, short fluffy tail happily swaying. He was the curious type, the one to go on adventure and explore without even realising there might be danger out there. Usually Ander kept to Taiga itself, the massive redwood forest had enough to explore and still so much more too see. He had followed the tracks of a little animal out of the forest that was his home, curious to learn to what creature they belonged. Unaware that he had left Taiga, even crossed a river, through the forest and now had ended up in the field.
Little did he know his mother was right behind him, though hidden from sight.
Unable to control his gift, the snow melts right under his hooves, leaving a trail that was impossible to miss. This thin coat would’ve normally only been fit for summer, but the cold doesn’t touch Ander. It wasn’t like he wasn’t familiar with it, it was just that he was perfectly able to keep himself warm. And he preferred warmth over the cold. It comes so natural to him too, the thought that it wasn’t normal never striking his thoughts.
Well, it was normal in Beqanna, right? Magic was all around them.
Somewhere during his trip he had lost sight of the tracks he had been following, instead his attention is on another horse. Or two, actually. The pretty golden and black and white mare seems to not like another, who’s retreating figure is not interesting to Ander. His golden nostrils flare a little, ruby eyes locked on her as his ears tip forward.
”Hi” he greets her, his voice is soft but the wind carries it towards her. He follows not much later. He’s young, not even a month old, more like only two weeks. Not at all old enough to be out alone. But a perk of being this young was also not being aware of such thing. His head is dipped towards the ground, chewing like a foal to plea to not hurt it, showing how little he was.
Little did he know his mother was right behind him, though hidden from sight.
Unable to control his gift, the snow melts right under his hooves, leaving a trail that was impossible to miss. This thin coat would’ve normally only been fit for summer, but the cold doesn’t touch Ander. It wasn’t like he wasn’t familiar with it, it was just that he was perfectly able to keep himself warm. And he preferred warmth over the cold. It comes so natural to him too, the thought that it wasn’t normal never striking his thoughts.
Well, it was normal in Beqanna, right? Magic was all around them.
Somewhere during his trip he had lost sight of the tracks he had been following, instead his attention is on another horse. Or two, actually. The pretty golden and black and white mare seems to not like another, who’s retreating figure is not interesting to Ander. His golden nostrils flare a little, ruby eyes locked on her as his ears tip forward.
”Hi” he greets her, his voice is soft but the wind carries it towards her. He follows not much later. He’s young, not even a month old, more like only two weeks. Not at all old enough to be out alone. But a perk of being this young was also not being aware of such thing. His head is dipped towards the ground, chewing like a foal to plea to not hurt it, showing how little he was.
OOC: That picture of her is just fabulous! So gorgeous. Ander is still a little rough and rusty to write too, haven't really had the chance to play him yet, so please bear with me too
