01-15-2019, 01:32 PM
Iskender
inherit star-spangled eyes, they send you down to war
inherit star-spangled eyes, they send you down to war
There was nothing but darkness. His breathing was all he could hear for a few minutes. Then, his other senses began working again. The scents of snow and wet soil wafted toward him on a chilly breeze. His dark ears flicked forward and back, searching for something he might deem familiar. The black stallion began walking, slowly and carefully making his way toward an open area.
Daylight came slowly, as if the planet was sluggish and unwillingly being roused from bed. As the light spread forward into the sky, Iskender stopped and took stock of what was around him. Some trees, which were in the distance behind him, were where he must have started. His mismatched eyes looked forward again, noting the trails through the snow.
The conglomeration of scents told him that this was a popular area, or at least one that was passed through often. Nothing here really looked like the Gathering though, or any other place he might have deemed familiar. With a snort fluttering velvet nostrils, the brindle moved forward once more, wondering what else he might find here.
Daylight came slowly, as if the planet was sluggish and unwillingly being roused from bed. As the light spread forward into the sky, Iskender stopped and took stock of what was around him. Some trees, which were in the distance behind him, were where he must have started. His mismatched eyes looked forward again, noting the trails through the snow.
The conglomeration of scents told him that this was a popular area, or at least one that was passed through often. Nothing here really looked like the Gathering though, or any other place he might have deemed familiar. With a snort fluttering velvet nostrils, the brindle moved forward once more, wondering what else he might find here.
it ain't me, i ain't no military son
male . 5 years . newcomer . wanderer
Words: 183male . 5 years . newcomer . wanderer
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