Themistocles
Dark hooves beating across the ground rhythmically, ebony mane and tail flowing behind him with the wind from his run, wings folded against his side, the stallion carried forward through the lands. The winter air was biting, cold. It frosted the hairs on his muzzle white, a stark contrast to the deep black that covered all but his brilliant blue eyes and the horns upon his head. He stood out here, a black patch among a sea of white and green. He was in the forest, the setting sun tinting the snow hues of indigo and crimson. This land was new, strange to him, and something, perhaps it was a scent in the air, the sounds, a feeling that crawled under his skin, but he could tell it was different. Slowing his footsteps to a two-beat trot he continued forward. Now he could scent the water, cold and icy, buried in the aromas of pine, earth and snow, but he could tell it was near. Slowing again to a walk, he moved forward, huffing, the icy breath upon his muzzle turning to warm mist in the air. Lowing his head, he took a drink of the icy water, silently. It was cold, but the movement in the water, flowing ever towards the ocean left some of it for those who thirsted for a drink. Snorting, he took several gulps, ears flickering, listening for noise in the surrounding forest. He was in unfamiliar territory, he was in a new land, and he was on the alert. There could be danger anywhere, and he did not want to be off his guard. Dusk was when animals hunted, and he had no plans to become someone's snack. Raising his head again, thirst quenched, he scanned the area, the dusk almost turned night now. He should find shelter. He could figure out where he was tomorrow. Notes: I hope this was alright... Also no posting table for this boy yet xD Word Count: 312 |