05-26-2018, 11:25 AM
Ardashir
The coastal kingdom in spring was a wash of purple, white and yellow. The coastal flowers took great advantage of the sun and its benefits. The more inland flowers as well. The waters over the ocean in spring took on a more welcoming hue. A glassy almost clear paled turquoise. The world seemed all together a kinder place with spring breathing life into Nerine. Spring meant change but change had taken place all through the year it seemed. Queens changed, alliances, and members all came and went. This domain mimicked the ocean. All this change had caused one to lose interest in just generally being around.
Ardashir was an adult now at 5 years of age and given another year he would be his full height. He was already large. The white stallion had tucked himself away in his hiding place with its white gray rocks, and its pine tree coast line. He had ignored the call to kingdom meetings. He stayed hidden. Ardashir was just done with all the changes and with trying. They called for mocks and training each other to fight and he had tried to set up training with others. He had been stood up. He went back to the coast line and trained himself. He grew his muscles rather than letting himself just go to mush like a bear in the winter.
He had used the water that his home was so famous for. He swam in the deeper areas and it kept up his form. Ardashir pushed the driftwood logs and branches with his neck and head. He had kicked them with his legs. He did anything he could to keep in shape and up on skills. But, he did not come when they called. He was over it all. He could just leave.. The thought had passed his mind more than once. He had left before and ventured almost everywhere. Nerine was home though and he always came back. Though, he hid himself from the rest of them he always came back.
Ardashir was out today. He was grazing in his hidden meadow. If anyone wanted to find him it was not hard. The large white horse stood out like a boulder on the vast pasture of green. His head down and pink lips manipulating the grass shoots as he grazed. His mane and tail were long and tangled in places. If, he wanted he could rub against a tree and tear out the knots. A loud snort passed his nostrils and he lifted his head to chew.
Ardashir was an adult now at 5 years of age and given another year he would be his full height. He was already large. The white stallion had tucked himself away in his hiding place with its white gray rocks, and its pine tree coast line. He had ignored the call to kingdom meetings. He stayed hidden. Ardashir was just done with all the changes and with trying. They called for mocks and training each other to fight and he had tried to set up training with others. He had been stood up. He went back to the coast line and trained himself. He grew his muscles rather than letting himself just go to mush like a bear in the winter.
He had used the water that his home was so famous for. He swam in the deeper areas and it kept up his form. Ardashir pushed the driftwood logs and branches with his neck and head. He had kicked them with his legs. He did anything he could to keep in shape and up on skills. But, he did not come when they called. He was over it all. He could just leave.. The thought had passed his mind more than once. He had left before and ventured almost everywhere. Nerine was home though and he always came back. Though, he hid himself from the rest of them he always came back.
Ardashir was out today. He was grazing in his hidden meadow. If anyone wanted to find him it was not hard. The large white horse stood out like a boulder on the vast pasture of green. His head down and pink lips manipulating the grass shoots as he grazed. His mane and tail were long and tangled in places. If, he wanted he could rub against a tree and tear out the knots. A loud snort passed his nostrils and he lifted his head to chew.
The blue in an ocean of gray..