[P] pray angels get you through,

[Saudadji]

Slow and deliberate steps hit the terrain like heavy boulders, dusted with snowy kisses from ivory feathers, all sweeping at once about his hooves like soft escorts seeking stillness against motion.  Eyes like deep cerulean emeralds, hooded by his wavy, unkept forelock of raven and silver, some matted together while other curlier pieces sticking in every direction along his poll and crest.  The stagnant air grew around him, slowly engulfing the blue and white boar with soft curls of a warmer spring breeze.  The season had still just begun, and the battling of winter and spring was wreaking havoc on the thawing earth. The path grew more muddy and wet, a slickness becoming rampant under the heavy weight of his draft build, and far less supportive.  Hefty but strong the boar slowed his pace, making sure his hooves weren't slipping from underneath his heavy figure too quickly.  Tense, he focused on the scent of the lake not but ten yards in front of his path.  A thirst propelling him towards the body of water with little interest in potential threats, even those involving gravity...   "Shit!" he quietly mumbled the exclaim to himself, feeling the winter mud give way at his front footsteps, "Umph!,"his knees peddling half-heartedly to keep him upright before giving in to his apparent fate to fold like a lawn chair into the slurry below him.  He tensed as he went down awkwardly to his side, quickly picking up speed while sliding down a small embankment towards the lake, his auditories folding back and his eyes closing as branches and leaves slapped him in his face.  As he came to a stop at he shore, his body had already succumbed to his fate, completely caking the stallion in a dirty mess of brown -- clumps of grass and muddy sticks and rocks now plastered to his face and body. "You can't be serious." mumbled the boar, clearly irritated by his own luck murmured annoyingly to himself while glancing around his surroundings only to have his attention caught by another, much closer to him than originally noticed. "Speech." ♦ @Nerezza