don't you ever tame your demons - anyone

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Ivar has seen them from time to time, the four-horse family, but they have never interacted. Imperial keeps them to the crags and rocks, and Ivar prefers the open hills and their deep springs. Loess is large enough for them to live parallel lives without much interchange, and the piebald kelpie has never minded that. It was for the best during the autumn, after all. He had seen Kuma few times before her unfortunate plight in Sylva; the red haired mare would catch any stallion’s eye. The wind is in his favor this afternoon, and Ivar catches the familiar scent of the silver haired stallion before he sees him. There is movement on a ridge overhead, but the dark figure is too slight and small to be the stallion that Ivar expects. No, it is his daughter – the one without the spots. The darker girl has always been more interesting to Ivar, even from a distance. Eventually, Imperial crests the ridge and spots him, and Ivar returns a friendly whicker in greeting as he moves forward. “Imperial,” Ivar says with a nod, his dark eyes on the stallion. “How’ve you been?” The open field between them ripples beneath a brisk autumn wind, and the same wind toys and tosses the dreadlocks of Ivar’s mane and tail against his scales. king of loess minimal smoky grullo tobiano | equus kelpus