Truth be told, Tor's footfalls were never quiet. It was far too hard to silence hooves larger than the size of an average man's face; but he was never concerned with silence.
Traversing the plains, he sought out one - a small beacon of white light and black spots. But she was absent from the Plains, and for some reason this unnerved him more than before. Why? Why was he even seeking her out in the first place?
Such a realization soured in his throat, ombre ears - having previously been perked alertly forward, which was very unlike him - slipped back to rest against the crown of his horns. The heavy weight of his eyes pulled on the mottled skin, the dark of his bags even more opaque than the days before. He felt as weary as he looked, but he didn't even know the source of his own exhaustion.
Instead, he was hyper-aware of the sticky seed pods finding perch within the fur of his hocks, tangling and creating even more of a mess than was already there. He felt the prickling of the brambles and goatsheads, and his patience wore more and more thin.
He was so distracted that he nearly stumbled into a stallion black as the night. Stopping dead in his tracks, eyes the color of bruised plums rose to meet the awkwardly vacant and expressionless ones of Ammon's.
One ear twitched forward, and while Tor's own eyes regarded the stallion for a brief moment, his Triennial eye stayed surprisingly clasped shut. Unusual, for it was almost more curious than Tor on most days..
Thoughts aside, Tor cleared his throat and for a brief moment, acted like he had some semblence of manners. "Pardon me almost bumping into you," he offered, and took a step backwards to afford more space. A step that, according to him was average, but in comparison to anyone else was large.
"Curious, but were you raised to always speak in such a way?" It was a genuine question from the massive beast of a stallion, and a fairly innocuous question at that. Granted, it wasn't stated in an especially tactful way, but that statement aside..
"To answer you, no, I wasn't seeking you out. Just wandering the Plains, as you were." He failed to mention why he was, and really did not care to admit who he was looking for. The massive Warden should not harbor any semblance of feelings for such a mare.. and he did not quite know what he felt for Araxes. All he really knew was that he had this burning need to protect the little bird he had found among a nest full of bats.
But for once, he wasn't able to find her. Instead, he found Ammon.
Action. Thoughts. "Speech."
@Ammon this feels pitiful in comparison to yours ;-; I'm sorry!
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