03-30-2018, 12:38 PM
Unshod keratin presses into the damp terrain as refined pillars trudge through the dense brush. Ebony stallion carves his own path through the Forest with ease. He heads opposite the track of the rising daystar – nearly due east – towards the Meadow. When fetlocks break through the last line of vines, and into the lush grasses of his destination, Jesper pauses for a moment. Pupils constrict and, gradually, ceil blue gaze adjusts to the brightness that floods this plain. Fur-lined lobes scan the scene before him and, nares flare to filter for any signs of life. Nothing came across his radar and, with a disappointed sigh, male steps forward.
Jade blades tickle undercarriage as steed navigates well into the open space. Fatty crest arches as the warmth of the sun reaches his back. Drawing to a halt once more, noble poll lifts to thrust wide nostrils into the mid-day ceiling. Feeling quite at leisure here, muzzle lowers and extends into the coarse grasses. Long-lashed upper eyelids close instinctually to prevent an accidental injury to vision. Large whuffs of air enter thoracic cavity as limbs push stallion into a march. A sweet aroma fills nasal passages and, it is here that, male circles back to tromp the tall lawn down. Limbs then fold beneath torso and, before long, black bronc is one with the turf. Jesper pushes onto his side and, presses right mandible into the warm earth. A few attempts are made at scratching the itch on his lumbar spine; however, stallion soon resolves to lazily soaking up the heat cast from the sun.
@[Oakheart] @[Breckin]
Jade blades tickle undercarriage as steed navigates well into the open space. Fatty crest arches as the warmth of the sun reaches his back. Drawing to a halt once more, noble poll lifts to thrust wide nostrils into the mid-day ceiling. Feeling quite at leisure here, muzzle lowers and extends into the coarse grasses. Long-lashed upper eyelids close instinctually to prevent an accidental injury to vision. Large whuffs of air enter thoracic cavity as limbs push stallion into a march. A sweet aroma fills nasal passages and, it is here that, male circles back to tromp the tall lawn down. Limbs then fold beneath torso and, before long, black bronc is one with the turf. Jesper pushes onto his side and, presses right mandible into the warm earth. A few attempts are made at scratching the itch on his lumbar spine; however, stallion soon resolves to lazily soaking up the heat cast from the sun.
@[Oakheart] @[Breckin]