07-02-2015, 09:19 PM
He’s sleeping when he feels it, a tug at some part of his insides that he has no word for. It wakes him after a while, but he does little more than blink sleepily at the grove of birth trees around him. He is in no rush to get anywhere, and watching the sun rise is as a good a way to spend a few hours as anything. A few years ago he’d have been off around the borders, but the vigor has been pulled away from him as the years he time he had escaped finally caught up to him. He’s no longer the youthful bay stallion that had come to the Falls five years ago. He’s an old mane, aging a decade in the span of a year.
So when he hears Shatter Me calling them, he grumbles and prepares to shake the kinks out of his body. It’s not until he’s already stretched his neck and both front legs does he realizes that the typical crackling is not quite as loud as he is used to. He kicks out with one hind leg and there is no uncomfortable tension. That’s odd. Best not to think on it too much, he finally decides, and then leaves his grove to respond to the call.
Texas isn’t quite sure who she expects to show up – is there anyone but the two of them, and occasionally Tyrna? – but he doesn’t get a chance to ask. He’s seen a great deal in his long life, but he’s not sure he’s ever seen someone playing with water quite like the way she does. “Pretty trick,” he says with a nod, but knows that if she’s suddenly become a magician he’ll have to give her a quick shove off the top of the waterfall. They can’t have that kind of shenanigans here.
“You, on the other hand, look horrible.” He says to the red mare that is rising to her feet after a rather awkward stumble. She looks like she’s been wandering the forest for months, and while Texas had once taken a nap for so long that moss started growing on his neck, he’s quite sure he’s never looked quite so awful. “If you don’t rest, at least roll around in the water for a bit.” The tone with which he speaks is more than a little condescending, but there’s a smile on his grizzled face that hints he might not be as callous as his words imply. Or perhaps he is, and simply enjoys being contrary; with Texas there’s really no way to tell.
So when he hears Shatter Me calling them, he grumbles and prepares to shake the kinks out of his body. It’s not until he’s already stretched his neck and both front legs does he realizes that the typical crackling is not quite as loud as he is used to. He kicks out with one hind leg and there is no uncomfortable tension. That’s odd. Best not to think on it too much, he finally decides, and then leaves his grove to respond to the call.
Texas isn’t quite sure who she expects to show up – is there anyone but the two of them, and occasionally Tyrna? – but he doesn’t get a chance to ask. He’s seen a great deal in his long life, but he’s not sure he’s ever seen someone playing with water quite like the way she does. “Pretty trick,” he says with a nod, but knows that if she’s suddenly become a magician he’ll have to give her a quick shove off the top of the waterfall. They can’t have that kind of shenanigans here.
“You, on the other hand, look horrible.” He says to the red mare that is rising to her feet after a rather awkward stumble. She looks like she’s been wandering the forest for months, and while Texas had once taken a nap for so long that moss started growing on his neck, he’s quite sure he’s never looked quite so awful. “If you don’t rest, at least roll around in the water for a bit.” The tone with which he speaks is more than a little condescending, but there’s a smile on his grizzled face that hints he might not be as callous as his words imply. Or perhaps he is, and simply enjoys being contrary; with Texas there’s really no way to tell.
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls