T
orin found himself wandering through the lands of his new court. These lands of Solterra that he now called home, were so different than any land he had known before. This time instead of rolling hills and singing birds the brute was growing familiar with ever changing dunes and the flowering of cacti. The change was something he had not been expecting, he had been in the understanding that all herds were like the small nomadic village that could be closest resembled to the Viking culture, the idea of developed cities and governments more so than the monarchies that he had thrived under was still quite foreign to him.Maybe one day he would look back on the lands that raised him and realize that their way of thinking was outdated and strange, but until that day there would be a constant state of discomfort rolling just beneath his coat. Nestled in the silver skin, itching at him like a million little flies until one day...one day he would finally settle into the routine of this strange place, much like rolling in a bed of dust or stepping into a pool of water to escape the biting of those relentless flies. Until then, the plan was to travel and learn as much as he possibly could of this new home. Pools of flame skirted the horizon as he drew nearer to the canyon that lined the lands. Their walls housed many dangerous creatures, the majority of which he had yet to encounter. Much to his pleasure.
During his short time within the walls of Solterra, his head had been filled with horror stories of three hundred pound birds that closely resembled lizards that could dive down close to the sands he currently walked upon, and take out a fully grown horse in one fell swoop. His throat couldn't help but start to close up as he grew anxious thinking of the dinosaurs that still thrived in these parts, but Torin quickly quelled his nerves, recalling that these could potentially be made up stories to keep the children as close to the city walls as possible.
Heavy, black limbs carried him further into the canyon, relishing in the shade that was offered up by the walls. He hadn't gotten far into the canyon before the form of another appeared upon the horizon. A bay and white painted creature, elegant, immaculate except for the red dust of the canyon wall pressed into his shoulder as if he had stopped for a rest upon the great walls. Torin watched carefully as he drew nearer to the painted stranger, the plants around him seemed to grow brighter as he got closer to the tri-colored. Though the world seemed to be growing and flourishing in the presence of the painted stallion, the air around him seemed to crackle with anger.
"Is everything ok?" Torin's voice broke the silence of the desert, maybe this stranger needed help. Maybe he had been in search of the city walls and instead found the earth made walls that towered around us. Or maybe...maybe he was out here alone with a purpose as Torin had been.
"a sample of speaking"
