05-21-2019, 12:33 AM
The refreshing spring breeze blew through Aten's mane as the lone stallion calmly walked through the meadow grass in the direction of a few of the creeks that crossed the landscape, his eyes wandering every so often to look at the scattered groups of mares and foals that lived here. There were not an incredible amount of them, some others most likely still off with their new little ones or back home in their kingdoms, but the ones that were here amused him.
The mares kept a watchful eye on their little ones, but the foals were allowed to play with one another, running around and testing their new legs. A couple would stumble and trip over their limbs in an effort to keep up with their friends, but otherwise didn't seem to be having any trouble.
Aten made it to one of the creeks and lowered his head for a drink, sipping at the frigid water. A series of loud splashes made him look up, watching as a group of three foals came racing by through the shallow creek, kicking up some of the water onto the golden stallion. Shaking his head to get rid of the water, ignoring how some of it soaked his forelock and made it stick to his forehead, the stallion just watched them keep running before banking and leaving the creek behind to head back to their dams.
Shaking his head fondly at the display, Aten lowered his head again for another drink of water. He glanced over when he heard one of the mares call out to the foals, the trio quickly galloping back as the mares drifted away from the creek to anither grazing spot.
Aten's eyes softened at seeing the display, fondly reminded of his younger years. One of the mares sported a chestnut coat that, in the right light, glistened where it could've resembled that of Aten's dam, Anahi. The stallion himself was reminded of her every day, knowing that he also sported a coat like hers, where it wasn't tinged darker in color thanks to his sire.
His appearance was also marred by the scars from fires and battles he'd been in, but that knowledge no longer bothered the stallion. It also helped that the burn scars troubled him very little nowadays, only flaring up when he exerted himself by running for a long period of time. Otherwise, he could almost forget they were there.
Almost.
The stallion, once he was done at the creek, made his way towards a further end of the Meadow where the grass was shallower. Lowering his head to graze, his healthy, shed out golden coat glistening in the sun, his toned muscles relaxed due to his calm state, Aten settled in to spend some time here before he would head back to his kingdom.
@[Noah] I went ahead and settled for a common land since Aten hasn't paid a formal visit to Loess yet.
The mares kept a watchful eye on their little ones, but the foals were allowed to play with one another, running around and testing their new legs. A couple would stumble and trip over their limbs in an effort to keep up with their friends, but otherwise didn't seem to be having any trouble.
Aten made it to one of the creeks and lowered his head for a drink, sipping at the frigid water. A series of loud splashes made him look up, watching as a group of three foals came racing by through the shallow creek, kicking up some of the water onto the golden stallion. Shaking his head to get rid of the water, ignoring how some of it soaked his forelock and made it stick to his forehead, the stallion just watched them keep running before banking and leaving the creek behind to head back to their dams.
Shaking his head fondly at the display, Aten lowered his head again for another drink of water. He glanced over when he heard one of the mares call out to the foals, the trio quickly galloping back as the mares drifted away from the creek to anither grazing spot.
Aten's eyes softened at seeing the display, fondly reminded of his younger years. One of the mares sported a chestnut coat that, in the right light, glistened where it could've resembled that of Aten's dam, Anahi. The stallion himself was reminded of her every day, knowing that he also sported a coat like hers, where it wasn't tinged darker in color thanks to his sire.
His appearance was also marred by the scars from fires and battles he'd been in, but that knowledge no longer bothered the stallion. It also helped that the burn scars troubled him very little nowadays, only flaring up when he exerted himself by running for a long period of time. Otherwise, he could almost forget they were there.
Almost.
The stallion, once he was done at the creek, made his way towards a further end of the Meadow where the grass was shallower. Lowering his head to graze, his healthy, shed out golden coat glistening in the sun, his toned muscles relaxed due to his calm state, Aten settled in to spend some time here before he would head back to his kingdom.
@[Noah] I went ahead and settled for a common land since Aten hasn't paid a formal visit to Loess yet.