10-02-2018, 05:23 PM
It had been a long, meticulous journey, but the strikingly dappled grey stallion finally found himself within new lands, standing parallel to a great river. Ever sensitive dusty nares widened with curiosity, taking in the very unfamiliar scents surrounding him; the comfort of having trust in his environment now gone.
It was a fickle theory, uprooting themselves in search for something they believe might be bigger than themselves. On one hand, one gets lucky and their risks pay off with love, power, or respect. But on another, they can be crushed by fear, anger, and jealousy. It realistically came down to how they reacted to their new surroundings, their new trials, and tribulations. Reacting strictly out of emotion without logic would lead to difficult lessons. Acknowledging through rationale alone numbed whatever emotion a soul clung on to.
It was a fickle theory. He danced that line with almost sociopathic tendencies.
With a shake of his heavy neck, salt and pepper mane flopped lazily to the opposite side, morning sunlight glinting off of the wisps. He was pondering his next move; deep blue eyes dancing to each unexplored scene before him. It was not far off to assume he would encounter other horses within this lush land, as many of their scents lingered in the air around him. He stood with a numb expression, neither satisfaction nor anxiety painted his maw as he thought about what he would do for the next series of travel. Oil rimmed auds flicked back and forth, listening for any reverberations signaling an unknown.
Come forth whatever may.