07-19-2017, 08:05 PM
ORION'S BELT
He had grown restless. The ins and outs of his breath had no purpose. No meaning. His joy was his children but all were gone now. Deceased for ages it has seemed. His sky blue eyes look to the stars above, one shines a bit brighter than the rest.
His stride lengthens with purpose as he traverses across the sea green grasses of Nerine. Through the commonlands of the river he crosses it's waters easily. Climbing the banks of the other side. Soaked was his thick, tangled mane and tail. Water dripped to the ground as he made his way to the Field. He has been here before.
Tonight the same bright star guides him. Not straying from his sight for more than a moment. It's calling to him.
But why?
A whispered voice was heard upon the night breeze. He slid to a stop. Massive head rose and ears flickered atop it. Swiveling to catch it's location and source. Nares flared to decipher the scents upon the same breeze. There was a newness in the air. A scent he has been blessed to know many times. Muscles rippled under taunt silver hide as he twist to the right. Blue eyes scan the dimmed lighting for a body.
He hears him before his eyes focus upon the fragile frame nestled in the new spring grass. The pale splotches more noticeable than the rest. His immediate thought is someone, a mare, must have hid him here. Eyes dart about the landscape anxiously looking for a mares wrath for him being so close. The lands are still, eerie still. Brow cocks in question as he lowers his crown. Nares flare once more before his rough voice calls back to the child, "Where 'tis ye's dam, young one? 'Tis dangerous 'ere alone."
He rests patiently near the foal. Expression soft yet concerned...
His stride lengthens with purpose as he traverses across the sea green grasses of Nerine. Through the commonlands of the river he crosses it's waters easily. Climbing the banks of the other side. Soaked was his thick, tangled mane and tail. Water dripped to the ground as he made his way to the Field. He has been here before.
Tonight the same bright star guides him. Not straying from his sight for more than a moment. It's calling to him.
But why?
A whispered voice was heard upon the night breeze. He slid to a stop. Massive head rose and ears flickered atop it. Swiveling to catch it's location and source. Nares flared to decipher the scents upon the same breeze. There was a newness in the air. A scent he has been blessed to know many times. Muscles rippled under taunt silver hide as he twist to the right. Blue eyes scan the dimmed lighting for a body.
He hears him before his eyes focus upon the fragile frame nestled in the new spring grass. The pale splotches more noticeable than the rest. His immediate thought is someone, a mare, must have hid him here. Eyes dart about the landscape anxiously looking for a mares wrath for him being so close. The lands are still, eerie still. Brow cocks in question as he lowers his crown. Nares flare once more before his rough voice calls back to the child, "Where 'tis ye's dam, young one? 'Tis dangerous 'ere alone."
He rests patiently near the foal. Expression soft yet concerned...
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