01-29-2019, 08:10 PM
alvorr
Alvorr enters the familiar scene of rolling hills and sweet hot air rushing toward him.
He dances across the terrain slowly, enjoying the serenity of solitude for the moment, a rather delicate moment to relish in.
The spotted stallion's eyes capered over the vast land full of thick mist that had arrived at the sun's first light, his smile rises as he inhales it all, his expression lighting up as the thick air drifts into his spaced lungs.
Alvorr exhaled slowly, consuming the sweet taste as it departs from his muzzle.
Today felt like it was going to be different, something about the deathly quiet caused him to stir, moving now at a trot as he allows his gait to open, stretching his tensed muscles as he moved.
The past couple of weeks had been quite tough, there weren't really many horses around in the field anymore, most of them had gone into hiding due to the plague.
A hideous disease that gripped Beqanna, strangling it without release.
He had been alone for quite some time now, usually finding his own way around things, creating opportunities, dismissing the chance to speak to new strangers.
But now things were a lot more different, he had met a rather timid male that he now called his friend, something that was quite unusual for him to do, but the word still remained on his mind. Friend. What a weird thing to allocate to someone, keeping the responsibility of socialising with them, keeping promises, vowing to never break them. Enjoying their company.
Alvorr was open to this change though, Nazariy was going to be the first person he would allow into his life, letting him peer into the mysterious world of weird pasts and disturbing memories.
But first, he would have to find Nazariy, a task that sounded much easier than it was.
His scent still lingers here, perhaps from their first meeting, when they decided to explore new lands, conquer expanses of mass to call their own.
A silly dream in reality.
The stallion calls out, trying to see if Nazariy was maybe hidden away, seeing as he was quite shy "Hey, Naz?" he said loudly, his voice rising above the caws of crows as they both crossed paths "Are you out here, friend?" his eyes keep looking toward the thick formations of trees and shrubs, maybe he was hiding in there?
He wanders over to check anyway, he didn't know where people liked to hide, only that they were good at it, especially when he was around in his homeland.
He calls out once again, this time in a softer tone, his hope to find him slowly dwindling as he walks around aimlessly, his legs following him placidly.
He dances across the terrain slowly, enjoying the serenity of solitude for the moment, a rather delicate moment to relish in.
The spotted stallion's eyes capered over the vast land full of thick mist that had arrived at the sun's first light, his smile rises as he inhales it all, his expression lighting up as the thick air drifts into his spaced lungs.
Alvorr exhaled slowly, consuming the sweet taste as it departs from his muzzle.
Today felt like it was going to be different, something about the deathly quiet caused him to stir, moving now at a trot as he allows his gait to open, stretching his tensed muscles as he moved.
The past couple of weeks had been quite tough, there weren't really many horses around in the field anymore, most of them had gone into hiding due to the plague.
A hideous disease that gripped Beqanna, strangling it without release.
He had been alone for quite some time now, usually finding his own way around things, creating opportunities, dismissing the chance to speak to new strangers.
But now things were a lot more different, he had met a rather timid male that he now called his friend, something that was quite unusual for him to do, but the word still remained on his mind. Friend. What a weird thing to allocate to someone, keeping the responsibility of socialising with them, keeping promises, vowing to never break them. Enjoying their company.
Alvorr was open to this change though, Nazariy was going to be the first person he would allow into his life, letting him peer into the mysterious world of weird pasts and disturbing memories.
But first, he would have to find Nazariy, a task that sounded much easier than it was.
His scent still lingers here, perhaps from their first meeting, when they decided to explore new lands, conquer expanses of mass to call their own.
A silly dream in reality.
The stallion calls out, trying to see if Nazariy was maybe hidden away, seeing as he was quite shy "Hey, Naz?" he said loudly, his voice rising above the caws of crows as they both crossed paths "Are you out here, friend?" his eyes keep looking toward the thick formations of trees and shrubs, maybe he was hiding in there?
He wanders over to check anyway, he didn't know where people liked to hide, only that they were good at it, especially when he was around in his homeland.
He calls out once again, this time in a softer tone, his hope to find him slowly dwindling as he walks around aimlessly, his legs following him placidly.
" darling. we're slow dancing in a burning room. "