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We Are But Children - Seree - 02-20-2018
Seree gave a loud whinny of greeting as they galloped past Grainne, sparing no time for conversation as their speed kicked up insects from the land around them, young butterflies fluttering away from the giant herbivore that came barreling through their midst, leaping and frolicking as they bucked and reared as they ran. Their lungs burned in a refreshing way that they had not felt in a long time, that soothed some of the stress of the long hours and hard work and biting words of irate patients, burning it away in the rush of adrenaline and the pounding of their heart that so echoed their hoofbeats.
They leapt over a chunk of rock protruding from the soil, their leap carrying them clean over to land with a thud on the soil on the other side as they kept onward. Sweat slicked their form and their golden antlers seemed to almost shine in the sunlight as they ran. The sweat on their body was whisked away by the wind that pulled at them from their run alone, cooling them and sapping the heat from their body almost as fast as they could generate it.
Another loud whinny ripped from their lips, this one only in pleasure and entertainment as they bucked their hind hooves in the air, speed and gaiety carrying them over the prairie's fields as sweet-smelling flowers blossomed around them, the scents filling the air as they ran over and through them, Seree's laughter and the sound of their hoofbeats and breath ringing throughout the meadow, along with the chirping and chittering of animals disturbed from their places by the carefree equine.
Ah, it was a lovely spring day.
@Siavax
OOC: Sorry for the delay in getting this set up, and sorry for slight shortness ^^;
RE: We Are But Children - Siavax - 05-11-2018
S i a v a x
Spring nipped at his tender hide, bit the thin skin of his joints as the breeze swept the hair from his eyes. Mottled ears twitched bemusedly as the long, vivid green grass brushed against his hocks and embraced his form as he lay amongst the field. The serenity that the rolling prairie provided eased his worried mind, eased his aching heart and knotted stomach. For a long, quiet moment, baby blue eyes lidded and he surrendered to the darkness that swathed his vision.
The gentle sand-colored healer flitted across his mind, and his heart began to hurt. He had been gone for so long, since the Davke attacked.. Where was he? Did they take him? Was he still alive? He hated the feeling, the concern, that roiled in his nauseous stomach. Spring brought no happy thoughts to his mind. He hated the feeling of the world being alive, yet didn't know why.
Mottled ears slipped back into his messy expanse of hair, slicking down against the crest of his neck. The corners of his lips curled down and his eyes, half-lidded, opened just enough to stare at the grass. Dejectedly, his head lowered and the grass embraced it, too. Why did his body ache? Even the cool expanse of stone he lay against was no relief to his skin, hot to the touch.
There were minutes of silence as he was lost in his world, those broken so abruptly, so suddenly, by the sound of thundering hooves. Ears flicked up curiously, and just as he was lifting his head to peer around and find the source.... when he felt the hard impact of those hooves on the crest of his neck.
They had lept over the rock that he had taken to resting against, and their leap was just low enough for their hooves to hit his neck and whithers. The impact startled the colt, and rolled him abruptly onto his side from the force alone. A startled sound - something so unlike him, was he sure that it came from him? - broke his lips as his hooves flailed to get him back up to his feet again. Shocked and aggravated icy eyes darted toward the unintentional assailant, ears pinned back against a mane that was somehow messier than before.
"Watch where you're going!" he called after the form that continued galloping and bucking on.
The gentle sand-colored healer flitted across his mind, and his heart began to hurt. He had been gone for so long, since the Davke attacked.. Where was he? Did they take him? Was he still alive? He hated the feeling, the concern, that roiled in his nauseous stomach. Spring brought no happy thoughts to his mind. He hated the feeling of the world being alive, yet didn't know why.
Mottled ears slipped back into his messy expanse of hair, slicking down against the crest of his neck. The corners of his lips curled down and his eyes, half-lidded, opened just enough to stare at the grass. Dejectedly, his head lowered and the grass embraced it, too. Why did his body ache? Even the cool expanse of stone he lay against was no relief to his skin, hot to the touch.
There were minutes of silence as he was lost in his world, those broken so abruptly, so suddenly, by the sound of thundering hooves. Ears flicked up curiously, and just as he was lifting his head to peer around and find the source.... when he felt the hard impact of those hooves on the crest of his neck.
They had lept over the rock that he had taken to resting against, and their leap was just low enough for their hooves to hit his neck and whithers. The impact startled the colt, and rolled him abruptly onto his side from the force alone. A startled sound - something so unlike him, was he sure that it came from him? - broke his lips as his hooves flailed to get him back up to his feet again. Shocked and aggravated icy eyes darted toward the unintentional assailant, ears pinned back against a mane that was somehow messier than before.
"Watch where you're going!" he called after the form that continued galloping and bucking on.