04-09-2017, 10:53 PM
As the summer heat reaches its peak, Ivar is especially grateful for lack of his foal coat. It had taken him an especially long time to molt the soft downy fur of a newborn, and Ivar is infinitely cooler without it.
His sleek new hide is far more comfortable in the water than his previous one had been (and he'd thought it was perfect before!). In addition, the young colt is starting to look less like a non-descript child and more like the young man that he'll someday become. Ivar will always lack his father's supernatural attractiveness; he inherited too much of his mother for that (Djinni is beautiful, but utterly feminine and a complete genetic mismatch with his Stillwater). Still, even having lost the "handsome and stunning" lottery, Ivar is possessed of an easily charming smile and nearly perpetual laughter lines around his warm brown eyes that are more than enough to garner attention.
For now, he's just a messy haired boy, with an ambling gait and what seems to be a penchant for tripping over his own feet. He is fairly easy to spot even in the shadowy woods. Though the majority of his coat is black, his high white stockings match his lengthening white tail. A mantle of white stretches across his withers, connecting the tall socks on his front legs and turning the very base of his black mane to pure white. His dark eyes (striking in a bald face) are focused directly ahead of him - Ivar is clearly heading somewhere.
It's not the lake, but it is water.
Beavers appear to have dammed the stream decades ago, and silt had built up against the structure so much that the animals had moved on. Now it is just a crescent moon shaped pond, and at the northern tip of the water is a partially submerged basalt boulder.
That is where Ivar is headed.
The water is warm, heated by the sun and the stone, and Ivar barely feel it as he wades in. The slope of the stone is predictable and constant, but it drops off at the very end into far deeper water. Ivar appears be getting slowly deeper, and then all of of sudden he dissapears beneath the surface.
Not heavy enough to sink but still mostly skin and bone and therefore not especially buoyant either, Ivar floats beneath the water, eddied by the minuscule bit of moving water from the creek that no longer was. The tobiano colt is immediately cool (that was his ultimate goal, it seems), and he enjoys watching the fish flee from his presence.
He doesn't yet know what they do; a predator is in the water.
The colt's thoughts are far lighter. As he bobs to the surface and clambers to shore near the center of the crescent moon pond, he is considering asking his mother if they can go back to Nerine. He had seen a few children that looked to be around his age, and he is tired of having adult company. Finding a sunny bit of grass, the pied colt flops down on his side, enjoying the warmth of the sun as he watches the clouds moving in the break of the canopy.
*I realize his physical description doesn't match his avatar. this is because i'm terribly indecisive and am struggling to decide what he looks like
His sleek new hide is far more comfortable in the water than his previous one had been (and he'd thought it was perfect before!). In addition, the young colt is starting to look less like a non-descript child and more like the young man that he'll someday become. Ivar will always lack his father's supernatural attractiveness; he inherited too much of his mother for that (Djinni is beautiful, but utterly feminine and a complete genetic mismatch with his Stillwater). Still, even having lost the "handsome and stunning" lottery, Ivar is possessed of an easily charming smile and nearly perpetual laughter lines around his warm brown eyes that are more than enough to garner attention.
For now, he's just a messy haired boy, with an ambling gait and what seems to be a penchant for tripping over his own feet. He is fairly easy to spot even in the shadowy woods. Though the majority of his coat is black, his high white stockings match his lengthening white tail. A mantle of white stretches across his withers, connecting the tall socks on his front legs and turning the very base of his black mane to pure white. His dark eyes (striking in a bald face) are focused directly ahead of him - Ivar is clearly heading somewhere.
It's not the lake, but it is water.
Beavers appear to have dammed the stream decades ago, and silt had built up against the structure so much that the animals had moved on. Now it is just a crescent moon shaped pond, and at the northern tip of the water is a partially submerged basalt boulder.
That is where Ivar is headed.
The water is warm, heated by the sun and the stone, and Ivar barely feel it as he wades in. The slope of the stone is predictable and constant, but it drops off at the very end into far deeper water. Ivar appears be getting slowly deeper, and then all of of sudden he dissapears beneath the surface.
Not heavy enough to sink but still mostly skin and bone and therefore not especially buoyant either, Ivar floats beneath the water, eddied by the minuscule bit of moving water from the creek that no longer was. The tobiano colt is immediately cool (that was his ultimate goal, it seems), and he enjoys watching the fish flee from his presence.
He doesn't yet know what they do; a predator is in the water.
The colt's thoughts are far lighter. As he bobs to the surface and clambers to shore near the center of the crescent moon pond, he is considering asking his mother if they can go back to Nerine. He had seen a few children that looked to be around his age, and he is tired of having adult company. Finding a sunny bit of grass, the pied colt flops down on his side, enjoying the warmth of the sun as he watches the clouds moving in the break of the canopy.
*I realize his physical description doesn't match his avatar. this is because i'm terribly indecisive and am struggling to decide what he looks like