07-25-2019, 01:15 PM
Aodhán
ice and fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
No answer came, and after a second call, the knabstrup hybrid was set to grazing, and admiring the different kinds of flowers.
Hours passed into days, days turned into weeks. The spotted male waited stubbornly.
Oh, alright, he didn’t just sit around and wait the whole time. He made a trip to the meadow often enough - to have someone to talk to. It was possible that maybe, maybe, someone lived here - but like in a corner far away or something? Caves - did this place have caves. But no, he’d combed out all the flowery fields and found no-one in hiding wherever he looked.
Aodhán felt truly lost to his own devices - the mare he had smelled here before didn’t show, and he wondered if he wasn’t chasing an old ghost. The land certainly felt ghost-like.
Today however he had decided to do it differently - slumber through most the day and now he would be up all night. Perhaps, after all, someone lived here but only came out at night.
And so, the horse he once was, became a white, snowy owl, hooting in the pampas every now and then as he flew past. Surely he would find someone today?
Tonight?
The young horse didn’t want to give up though. Perhaps they were shy! Or shifters? Maybe they were shifters. Then maybe now that he had demonstrated his ability to change form, they would want to meet?
Winging himself through the flowery fields, feeling quite desperate by now, the snow owl (someone should notice a winter creature like that didn’t belong here) tried to cover as much ground as he could.
Perhaps he was in more luck now than in the time before.
Hours passed into days, days turned into weeks. The spotted male waited stubbornly.
Oh, alright, he didn’t just sit around and wait the whole time. He made a trip to the meadow often enough - to have someone to talk to. It was possible that maybe, maybe, someone lived here - but like in a corner far away or something? Caves - did this place have caves. But no, he’d combed out all the flowery fields and found no-one in hiding wherever he looked.
Aodhán felt truly lost to his own devices - the mare he had smelled here before didn’t show, and he wondered if he wasn’t chasing an old ghost. The land certainly felt ghost-like.
Today however he had decided to do it differently - slumber through most the day and now he would be up all night. Perhaps, after all, someone lived here but only came out at night.
And so, the horse he once was, became a white, snowy owl, hooting in the pampas every now and then as he flew past. Surely he would find someone today?
Tonight?
The young horse didn’t want to give up though. Perhaps they were shy! Or shifters? Maybe they were shifters. Then maybe now that he had demonstrated his ability to change form, they would want to meet?
Winging himself through the flowery fields, feeling quite desperate by now, the snow owl (someone should notice a winter creature like that didn’t belong here) tried to cover as much ground as he could.
Perhaps he was in more luck now than in the time before.
I feel like an idiot for posting this lol
Someone come say hi?