12-24-2019, 05:06 AM
Kalil stopped abruptly in his tracks when he heard Ruthless say that. Did he hear her correctly? He tilted his finely shaped head and leaned in a bit as it he were trying to hear her better, even though he knew her words were true and he'd heard them perfectly well. He could not believe it; in her time in Beqanna, however long that had been, she hadn't seen the ocean?
He would not stand for this.
He gave the friendly filly a smile, "Well then, I'm going to fix that right now." Kalil trotted up to his sire and told him he was going to take Ruthless on a small trip of their own, and with well wishes for his son and the promise that they would be careful, Aten turned to Ruthless and bid her a gentle goodbye. When he was out of sight among the trees, his brilliant golden coat concealed in the shadows, Kalil hurried back to Ruthless' side and did a crow hop on his back hooves so his front hooves were in the air, showing his excitement.
"Come on then, I'm gonna show you the ocean!" The golden colt trotted around behind Ruthless so he was now on her other side, giving her flank a nudge with his own before taking off at a gallop towards the north-western edge, roughly in the direction where beyond lay traces of Nerine and the Icicle Isle.
Kalil's breeding was evident in the way he moved; his features, still light due to his age as a yearling, moved with fluidity and grace, his hooves thundering over the ground with the same power and strength that flowed through his sire's blood. The colt shared such a resemblance with his sire that one may think Aten had a much younger twin version of himself. Even with the different colors of their manes, tails, and the markings Kalil sported, one could easily see Aten in his son. Kalil had once heard his sire joke as well that if his own dam were alive and could see Kalil, she might have thought it was Aten when he was a yearling.
Kalil loved the feeling of the wind blowing through his mane and tail, almost calling to him as it whistled in his ears and letting him hear the sounds of the world. Instances like these were what reminded him of a precious gift that his species might take for granted; the feeling of being free, to be a wild horse. To race across the land with a sound as loud as thunder and the strength of the ocean waves beating against the mountains, to run with the speed of lightning and raise their young on the peaceful meadow grounds where they would not worry of dangers present in lands that existed beyond Beqanna.
Though every so often he separated from Ruthless' side to enjoy what he could do, Kalil would slow down and gallop at his new friend's side, sharing smiles and looks of excitement as they continued their journey. When Kalil recognized the familiar ridge up ahead that signaled the ocean was within reach, he slowed to a lope, further regressing the closer they got.
By the time they reached the top of the ridge, Kalil had stopped, his coat bristled with a light sheen of sweat, further accenting his bright color. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, but he still looked at Ruthless with glee and excitement. The ocean stretched out to the never-ending horizon in front of their eyes, it's tides gently sloshing against the sand that separated the green and brown terra from the vivid blue mar. The tide was low right now, the waves gentle and calm, a perfect introduction for one who was seeing something this beautiful for the first time.
"Come on, it's so much fun to play in!" Kalil enthused, determined to show the filly she had nothing to fear. He strode proudly onto the beach, kicking up some sand when he picked up his hooves, grains becoming stuck in the light feathering he sported on the back of his fetlocks.
As the colt approached the tide's reach on the beach, the water came up and lapped at his hooves like a hungry predator. Kalil knew the ocean was to be respected, but he still found this game rather fun. He'd created it many moons ago; when his parents would bring himself and his siblings out here, Kalil would challenge his brother and sisters to try and get as close to the ocean as possible, then leap away when the tide got close so they didn't get wet. It had been very fun, especially when they were all young, and the colt sometimes still played to this day to remind himself of happy times; times he would definitely keep close to him once he and his siblings were all grown.
Not wanting to play just yet, Kalil crow hopped against and crashed down into the water when he landed, his hooves splashing up some of the water still warmed by the summer sun up onto his shoulders, upper legs, and belly. Laughing at his own silliness, the colt turned a couple of times in the water, bucking and rearing to continue his splashing. Every so often he glanced at Ruthless to see if she would join him, and, when he calmed enough, called to her.
"Come in! It's not bad when you get used to it! This is fun, come try it!"
@[Ruthless]
He would not stand for this.
He gave the friendly filly a smile, "Well then, I'm going to fix that right now." Kalil trotted up to his sire and told him he was going to take Ruthless on a small trip of their own, and with well wishes for his son and the promise that they would be careful, Aten turned to Ruthless and bid her a gentle goodbye. When he was out of sight among the trees, his brilliant golden coat concealed in the shadows, Kalil hurried back to Ruthless' side and did a crow hop on his back hooves so his front hooves were in the air, showing his excitement.
"Come on then, I'm gonna show you the ocean!" The golden colt trotted around behind Ruthless so he was now on her other side, giving her flank a nudge with his own before taking off at a gallop towards the north-western edge, roughly in the direction where beyond lay traces of Nerine and the Icicle Isle.
Kalil's breeding was evident in the way he moved; his features, still light due to his age as a yearling, moved with fluidity and grace, his hooves thundering over the ground with the same power and strength that flowed through his sire's blood. The colt shared such a resemblance with his sire that one may think Aten had a much younger twin version of himself. Even with the different colors of their manes, tails, and the markings Kalil sported, one could easily see Aten in his son. Kalil had once heard his sire joke as well that if his own dam were alive and could see Kalil, she might have thought it was Aten when he was a yearling.
Kalil loved the feeling of the wind blowing through his mane and tail, almost calling to him as it whistled in his ears and letting him hear the sounds of the world. Instances like these were what reminded him of a precious gift that his species might take for granted; the feeling of being free, to be a wild horse. To race across the land with a sound as loud as thunder and the strength of the ocean waves beating against the mountains, to run with the speed of lightning and raise their young on the peaceful meadow grounds where they would not worry of dangers present in lands that existed beyond Beqanna.
Though every so often he separated from Ruthless' side to enjoy what he could do, Kalil would slow down and gallop at his new friend's side, sharing smiles and looks of excitement as they continued their journey. When Kalil recognized the familiar ridge up ahead that signaled the ocean was within reach, he slowed to a lope, further regressing the closer they got.
By the time they reached the top of the ridge, Kalil had stopped, his coat bristled with a light sheen of sweat, further accenting his bright color. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, but he still looked at Ruthless with glee and excitement. The ocean stretched out to the never-ending horizon in front of their eyes, it's tides gently sloshing against the sand that separated the green and brown terra from the vivid blue mar. The tide was low right now, the waves gentle and calm, a perfect introduction for one who was seeing something this beautiful for the first time.
"Come on, it's so much fun to play in!" Kalil enthused, determined to show the filly she had nothing to fear. He strode proudly onto the beach, kicking up some sand when he picked up his hooves, grains becoming stuck in the light feathering he sported on the back of his fetlocks.
As the colt approached the tide's reach on the beach, the water came up and lapped at his hooves like a hungry predator. Kalil knew the ocean was to be respected, but he still found this game rather fun. He'd created it many moons ago; when his parents would bring himself and his siblings out here, Kalil would challenge his brother and sisters to try and get as close to the ocean as possible, then leap away when the tide got close so they didn't get wet. It had been very fun, especially when they were all young, and the colt sometimes still played to this day to remind himself of happy times; times he would definitely keep close to him once he and his siblings were all grown.
Not wanting to play just yet, Kalil crow hopped against and crashed down into the water when he landed, his hooves splashing up some of the water still warmed by the summer sun up onto his shoulders, upper legs, and belly. Laughing at his own silliness, the colt turned a couple of times in the water, bucking and rearing to continue his splashing. Every so often he glanced at Ruthless to see if she would join him, and, when he calmed enough, called to her.
"Come in! It's not bad when you get used to it! This is fun, come try it!"
@[Ruthless]