10-15-2015, 11:28 AM
Solomyr
Dust swirled around the stallion's hooves as he wandered aimlessly across the borders of certain lands, noting when the scent of another stallion became stronger and avoiding those lands. He was in no mood to fight this morning; though a good battle could rouse him from his tired state. Each hoof fell heavy against the ground as he lazily strolled forward, jaw opening wide as his tongue lolled out to the side, deep into a refreshing yawn. Damp settled in over his eyes as they glazed with his sleepiness; wandering too long could be dangerous, he needed to find somewhere to settle for the night. The scent of females invaded his nostrils as he snorted heavily, eyes widening slightly as he entered a lustrous field of never ending blades of grass. Many had congregated here; his eyes rolling in his sockets as he loathed the thought of conversing with someone at the moment in time.
He had lived alone since his birth and generally had little time for a lot of others, a hardened heart and a hardened stallion. He had friends in the past but slowly he let them drifting away, preferring his own thoughts to the spoken words of others. The last rays of the sun tipped over the edge as the sky lit up with an orange hue, the fire colours licking away the last brilliant flashes of the day gone by. Sighing he lowered his head, teeth ripping at the blades of grass near enough for him to not bend down so much. Solomyr was never known for being the most energetic of equines. In battle he was a fierce and strong opponent, who would willingly engage with flighty movements to catch his opponent of guard; left to his own devices though, he would much rather stand tall and proud. The orange eventually faded down to the lower hues of blues and purples as night began to settle in, his legs beginning their movement again as the elegant mass strode along the grasslands, avoiding small clutches of equines as he wandered. Shaking his head gently side to side he wondered what equine would come to bother him. There was always one, either they were too curious of the black mass with what hind legs or simply lonely equines looking for a bit of company.