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Yiska || Anyone - Yiska - 11-08-2017 Winter is arguably his favorite season— bright crisp days where the sun shines, dry cool air. Yiska walked slowly through the fields, his ambling gait occasionally interrupted when he trips over well, nearly anything. Stones, mounds of dirt; even his own four feet. Somehow he's managing, ears swiveling about and nose skimming lightly over the blades of grass until it bumps into something, a log. A normal horse may step over it, or simply go around. However Yiska isn't gifted with good vision, and instead opens his maw slightly, a steady clicking sound falling from his tongue. It's strange, he doesn't see more than just light and dark shapes, but by doing this he can hear volume. Finally, the stallion appears satisfied, lifting a foreleg and taking a step plenty high to step over the fallen obstacle. Another, another, another, and he's over, appearing plenty satisfied with himself as he raised his head once more, tail swishing away the flies landing on his coat. They are especially bothersome to this stud- sensitive as a way to adapt to being almost completely blind. Around him, Yiska can smell the scents of many others; some old and many new, however it's only when the sound of a rustling through the grass that isn't his own interrupts his slow and winding path through the occasional trees and bushes. Head high, ears pricked and alert, nostril's flaring as he worked in his head to figure it out. "Is someone there?"
Yiska "And in the darkness you will see the sun." RE: Yiska || Anyone - Krone - 11-08-2017 @[Yiska] Hope its okay that she popped in <3 RE: Yiska || Anyone - Yiska - 11-08-2017 His senses are right, as usual. Someone is there, and before they even begin to speak he can make out a dark figure from the surrounding blobs of light— but just barely. Blinking his damaged blue eyes, it takes him a moment to settle from being startled. Yiska knows this stranger didn't mean it, and in fact it happened so often it was just a part of this life. Swishing his tail. the stud lowered his head in greeting to the mare, which he could tell by smell and voice alone. "It happens frequently, so you're alright," he began. Tone confident, he greeted the other, trying his hardest to piece together an appearance in his head. "Nice to meet you. I'm Yiska." After that the stallion goes quiet, unsure of the words to use next. It's hard to talk to others, but a desperate need sometimes, in order to survive well, day-to-day life. Obviously there has to be a reason she approached, however, and curiously he pricked his ears. "What drew you to me? Are you seeking something? Answers maybe? Don't ask for directions," Yiska joked, chuckling softly to himself. "I'm no good with them." Yiska "And in the darkness you will see the sun." @[Krone] You're fine! Thank you for taking the time to reply. I'm still figuring this guy out, haha. RE: Yiska || Anyone - Krone - 11-08-2017 @[Yiska] No worries! Krone is one of my newbies too, so I understand RE: Yiska || Anyone - Yiska - 11-10-2017
Yiska's muzzle twitched as he took in her scent. Because he was blind, he didn't have appearances to commit to memory. He relied heavily on scent to differentiate between others. By all means, he doesn't even know what he himself looks like— thanks to the kick from his sire mere hours after he was born.
But that's beside the point; he just learned to appreciate other things in life more. "Yeah? I'm not sure I can relate. Can't say I even know what being up high even means." Yiska relaxes a little, even though he can hear the rustling sound which meant the mare was drawing closer. Ischia. He recalls hearing his mother tell him stories from the island. How warm the beaches were, the soft sands under hoof. The blind stallion is itching for an adventure he cannot even see, There's just one tiny thing stopping him. The idea of leaving home. Yiska grew up in these fields. He's got them memorized by heart; bumping into trees and rocks was a thing of the past. The idea of something new underfoot was both exciting and frightening. "Is it understandable if I visit first? Before making a decision?" Yiska "And in the darkness you will see the sun." @[Krone] Haha, he always considered himself brave until being faced with leaving home. He was blinded very shortly after birth, so he really has no idea what anything really even is except being able to make out light and dark colored shapes. RE: Yiska || Anyone - Krone - 11-10-2017 @[Yiska] |