[P] Precursor to Revelry

[Jarek]

JAREK -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the frayed, we are the torn We are the beaten and the scorned And now you’ve forced the beast to bare its teeth -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The warm air embracing his sides was a welcome sensation. He felt as though he was thawing from the frost. His dark coat and scattering of minerals absorbed the sunshine, sunning his body. This grassland was beautiful, richer than anything he’d ever seen. Even covered mostly in a layer of the dastardly white frozen hell, he could see the possibilities underneath. So full of life and potential. It seemed this attracted many equines and their scents danced into his nostrils.  His tribe would only dream of such fertile lands. How many could he have supported if this meadow was available to the desert tribe? Could his overthrowing had been prevented with more nutrition available to the starving nation. Like the sands of his homeland shifted, nothing could truely be predicted. The women of this land seemed exotic and otherworldly.  He watched her from a distance, she was seemingly lost in thought. She had horns upon her head. He was unsure if they were simply attached as fashion or if they were grown from her skull. The beautiful shroud across her neck and the glittering silver bells, made him only more curious to get a closer look at the mysterious mare.  His own mother had worn a type of veil from time to time to help shield her from the whipping harsh sands. Or so he had been told, he only had limited time with his mother. She had given everything to ensure her son had flourished and survived. She was the only parent he had, that really gave something of themselves to him. His father had been a disgrace and in truth, was the beginning of the downfall that had doomed them both. Without his mother, he was incapable of making rational decisions. Realizing he had gotten himself lost in his own contemplative thoughts he pushed these to the back of his mind.  It took more effort to walk through the snow then on standard ground. It sank underneath his weight leaving hoofprints behind him. Unlike the sand when compressed it didn’t seem to slink around as much. It compacted solid and a path could be devised of it if desired. He aimed to close the distance between them. He wanted to meet her, to assess her, to add her to his bank of knowledge.  He arched his warlike neck, showing his strength and muscle. Deep mysterious blue eyes focused on her carefully. “Good Morning, I welcome the sunshine, and be-rid of this frozen hellscape.” he said with a deep warm chuckle. OOC: @Torielle