07-17-2015, 11:20 AM
The immorality that had been leached from him for the past decade is slowly returning. It is faster than the initial draining, of course, but Texas had not been as fortunate as the monarch of the Falls in this particular regard. Shatter Me had gotten her water-bending back immediately and his trait is, for whatever reason, delayed it its return. Perhaps because it is because he is so old, and the magic of immortality needs time to repair a body that was never intended to last as long as his has. The silver remains in his mane and around his eyes and nose, he is no longer a slab-sided, bony-looking creature.
He looks nearly like his old self again, he thinks, peering curiously at his reflection in the silvery water. Long-legged and lanky, with a roman-nose and eyes so brown that they seems black. He is so leggy as to look as if he should be clumsy, but he spins quickly at the sound of hooves behind him.
It’s the red mare from the kingdom meeting – Eld. She looks infinitely better than she had on their first meeting Texas notices. She’d been scruffy and dirty then, and while even now she’s still a bit roughed up from her stumble, her looks have certainly improved. Texas is, of course, the very best judge of feminine appeal. It’s been a few years since he’s heard news of any children resulting from his trysts, but he’d been comfortable blaming that on old age. He no longer has that particular excuse, and wonders if that means it’s time to test the theory. He’s to go to the Amazons within the next few days, and while he doesn’t doubt that he could find a willing warrioress there, there’s no time like the present to test his charm.
“You look much better,” Texas calls out, stepping away from his spot beside the water and closer to the roan mare. He comes closer, nodding his head in what appears to be a friendly greeting. “Did I introduce myself before? I’m Texas.”
He looks nearly like his old self again, he thinks, peering curiously at his reflection in the silvery water. Long-legged and lanky, with a roman-nose and eyes so brown that they seems black. He is so leggy as to look as if he should be clumsy, but he spins quickly at the sound of hooves behind him.
It’s the red mare from the kingdom meeting – Eld. She looks infinitely better than she had on their first meeting Texas notices. She’d been scruffy and dirty then, and while even now she’s still a bit roughed up from her stumble, her looks have certainly improved. Texas is, of course, the very best judge of feminine appeal. It’s been a few years since he’s heard news of any children resulting from his trysts, but he’d been comfortable blaming that on old age. He no longer has that particular excuse, and wonders if that means it’s time to test the theory. He’s to go to the Amazons within the next few days, and while he doesn’t doubt that he could find a willing warrioress there, there’s no time like the present to test his charm.
“You look much better,” Texas calls out, stepping away from his spot beside the water and closer to the roan mare. He comes closer, nodding his head in what appears to be a friendly greeting. “Did I introduce myself before? I’m Texas.”
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls