Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
Everything you want's a dream away
The footer of the mountain had already proved a challenge, but determination and a strong sense of curiosity and adventure had driven the stallion so far up. The grounding was treacherous; rocky and uneven, pebbles spilling down the steep incline with each stride. Luckily, he was a build bred for tacking tricky obstacles and enduring tough terrain. His thick but nimble body had carried him through the weaving paths with strength, allowing him to ascend the bottom quarter of the mountains which he was intent on exploring and eventually toppling.
But above rainclouds threatened to release fury upon the range, gathering with growling rumbles suggesting that at any split moment the downpour would come. He gazed upwards, longing to continue but, though full of adventure and spirit, he was not an idiot and wasn’t about to risk a fatal fall just because he was too stubborn to turn back and try again when the weather promised more suitable conditions.
Sighing, he carefully turned and headed back down the narrow path. Descending was a bit trickier, and then the heavens opened and the stallion was brutally washed down, slipping and sliding and being forced to continue with more speed then he’d have liked. Stones were hailed everywhere, mud splattering all up his legs and over his chest plus belly, darkening his previous pristine pelt and soon he slipped down the last crumbling slide, cantering off with a kick and a snort before abruptly halting, a heavy shake of his already soaked mane, clinging to his muscles neck with an uncomfortable slickness.
It wasn’t until he was close he spotted a blue tanned ball curled, shaking, by the stumps. He strained his eyes and picked up a trot, the ground covering him in yet more dirt and substance and then he realised the ball was alive.
“Hello?” He called, voice raised over the crack of thunder. He could safely assume the creature too, had gotten caught unawares by the storm, and had sought shelter. But something felt off. As the leaves above covered him, the sound of the rain dimmed slightly but did not cease. He halted, a meter away from the tightly knit creature, horned and tailed with something similar to that of a whale. He stretched his neck gingerly down, nuzzle reaching out, finding the courage to do so to the potentially wounded other. “Are you okay?” His soft muzzle gently brushed again the creature’s side, tenderly trying to stir her.
ooc: I could not help myself
tags: @Dyzzie
Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds taking shape
