05-11-2018, 11:30 AM
Kwazi's splashed coat was soaked through. His appearance was that of a ten year old horse, right in the prime of life. But in all actuality, he was 24. The reason the stallion was here was that he needed someone to help him cope with his newfound discovery of being immortal. He'd been warned that it was a possibility by both of his now deceased parents, but he never thought it would be a reality.
Mud coated hooves left impressions on the earth, marring it like the lives of those he loved had on his heart. Sorrel and white coat wentacros the soaked meadow, his blue hued orbes searching for someone, anyone, to talk to. One that wouldn't think him strange.
For being Immortal.
Mud coated hooves left impressions on the earth, marring it like the lives of those he loved had on his heart. Sorrel and white coat wentacros the soaked meadow, his blue hued orbes searching for someone, anyone, to talk to. One that wouldn't think him strange.
For being Immortal.