10-31-2016, 11:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-02-2016, 07:00 AM by Ciel d'Argent.)
The forest exhaled and he sighed into it. Eyes still closed, he rolled the stiff of sleep from his shoulders. A nearby critter spooked at his sudden release from slumber and catapulted into a bush. His eyes caught on the movement and he stared dimly at the little hideout until the rustling eased.
Another shuffling nearby attracted his attention, and his gaze fell on a roaned mare through a break in the trees. She stood tensed, her eyes a little wide as she seemed to be considering a rather difficult problem. He thought she might be breathing quicker than as was normal as well.
He edged closer, shrouded in shadows from the thick canopy. Gypsy Vanner ran through his blood and bulked his large form with muscle and heavy steps. You look troubled, his voice rolled from the darkness. A stray beam of sunlight filtered through the trees and lit his silver eyes. He took another slow step forward, the planes of his broad face illuminating as it slid out of the blackness.
Could I help you?