[open] Planting my Thunderous Hooves to this new Land

[Hod]

A soft pink tongue runs over his teeth, feeling their new points. The ache in his jaw had abated as his old, flat teeth had fallen out one by one, to be replaced with these new tearing things. Strange things had occurred since he nearly drowned. Sharpened teeth were the least of it. With a sort, barking sound, he paused. Dove-grey ears flicked back and forth, making sense of the returning echo. Some way, some how, an image resolved in his brain. The echoing sound turned into shapes, trees and stones and other horses. He could tell where they were, how far, what size and shape. It was almost like seeing, he thought. Close enough, anyway, to navigate the way from Ischia and into the common lands. That was where he knew himself to be now. The scent was familiar, although time had dulled his memory of it. A broad, flat place, where other stood about in ones and two. Most lost. Some to be found. Closer than others stood a pair, one considerably larger than the other. Fear scent clung to the air around them, emanating from the large female. He looked towards where he knew she stood, the soundwaves coming from the surrounding area muddling his newfound sense somewhat. A sweet, feminine voice carried to him, though the words were not aimed at the grey stallion.

He listened, standing a respectable distance away. A short call again, and the scene resolved before him once more. "Hello, how are you today?" He asked after a moment, conversationally toned. He was curious, more than anything. The two ladies before him were as unalike as could be, and he was intrigued by the possibility of further acquaintance. So much of his life had been spent on the outskirts. It was thrilling to be involved at last.

@[Amorette] @[Nerthus]