09-13-2017, 03:09 PM
The world is graying, dark circles forming in place of once brilliant colors. His sky is giving way to ink colored depths that pull the stallion into nothingness. He has passed. A door way he has stepped through hundreds of times reopening. Calling to him as though he were late for some important gathering.
Then the darkness breaks, his world reforming in magnificent shades of red and orange. The flames that tickle his spine push him from the earth, into something new. A beautiful mold of gray and alabaster. He is reborn, a reformed version of his past life.
Much unlike his first trip back from death, his is unafraid. This new body, one with strong muscles and deep green eyes pulls him onward, across the barren land of his old home. The lands name is long forgotten to the stag as he makes his way too his new home. A land far from his previous residence.
His journey is a long one, lasting long enough for his mind to wander.
What was he to call himself?
Life had brought forth so many different names.... Possibly.. Yes. yes that was it. He was to call himself Vitalo.
Vitalo. I strong name for a strong life. One he planned to fill with experiences.
It is now that the grullo stallion takes account of where he is. A field stretching deep into the horizon dotted sparsely with trees and cracked open with a creek flowing like blood. The earth here is blanketed with contempt, equines grazing peacefully in the grasses that reached for his belly.
Beqanna
The name is a whisper upon the wind's soft breath. A smile grows upon his pale lips as he watches those in the field. This land.. This beqanna is where the earth had sent him. A new land for a new life.
((Still feeling this boy out, BUT Vitalo will certainly be a sweet guy *gentle giant maybe?* but who knows. Feel free to throw anyone at him! UNEDITED))