The Mist Of The Past
Jun 9, 2016 16:44:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 16:44:18 GMT -5
As the mist played over the trees, it caressed the hide of a brilliant red mare. Her head lowered to the moss and grass at her feet while nimble lips played with the blades and delicately pulled them into her mouth. She was not a particularly large horse, but she exuded a power and grace that made her appear larger than life. Her deep red tail flicked behind her, creating a small cloud of flying insects as they rose from her coat.
Behind her grazed a rather large, grey stallion. His coat was deeply dappled and more dark than light at this current stag . His mane and tail were black with youth and his legs were of ebony. Two white stockings rose up his right hind leg and left front leg, giving color to his deep color. His long forelock dangled in front of his face as he grazed with less grace than the mare in front of him. He tore hungrily at the grasses and chewed them with force. Lifting his head to clear the insects, a deep scar raced over the entire left side of his face, an injury that had healed nicely. He snorted deeply and touched his soft muzzle to the mare's tail.
"We can stay here tonight, I am sure. I sense other horses, but no owner of this land." His voice was deep and filled with a thick Russian Accent.
"That would be nice, my love. This grass is tender and soft." The mare spoke quietly and almost nervously as she turned her head to meet his gaze. Fury and Parlos were hiding from her herd stallion and would do anything to stay hidden.
Behind her grazed a rather large, grey stallion. His coat was deeply dappled and more dark than light at this current stag . His mane and tail were black with youth and his legs were of ebony. Two white stockings rose up his right hind leg and left front leg, giving color to his deep color. His long forelock dangled in front of his face as he grazed with less grace than the mare in front of him. He tore hungrily at the grasses and chewed them with force. Lifting his head to clear the insects, a deep scar raced over the entire left side of his face, an injury that had healed nicely. He snorted deeply and touched his soft muzzle to the mare's tail.
"We can stay here tonight, I am sure. I sense other horses, but no owner of this land." His voice was deep and filled with a thick Russian Accent.
"That would be nice, my love. This grass is tender and soft." The mare spoke quietly and almost nervously as she turned her head to meet his gaze. Fury and Parlos were hiding from her herd stallion and would do anything to stay hidden.