Juice
02-18-2019, 01:26 PM
In addition to recruiting, Juice figures, as a diplomat, he should socialize with Sylva's neighboring lands. The bay splash is bound and determined to earn his keep. He would prove to the hound that he is worthy of sticking around. And so, on this refreshing autumn morning, the lanky limbed steed heads east towards Loess. Ivory hooves navigate the tree roots that cross the leaf-littered trail with ease. All four limbs, which bear tall white stockings, march a casual pace beneath lean chassis. Soot-dyed mane and tail are finally beginning to thicken as the young male nears his fourth year. The remainder of his physique has yet to fill-in though, he is by no-means undernourished.
The autumn day star sparkles through the holes in the fiery canopy above. As he nears the eastern border, the number of trees dwindle and the amount of light increases. His pupils constrict to account for the brighter surroundings and, Juice blinks a few extra times as his eyes adjust. Before long, the young lad stands in the dense bed of vines and underbrush at the edge of the Sylvan forest. The landscape shifts dramatically from shadows and trees to rocky hills bathed in sun and, outcroppings of various greenery. He permits himself to take a thorough sweep of the grounds. Upon seeing no-one, he calls out to anyone who might be close enough to hear.
After all, he had only been on one other kingdom visit and, a resident had been there to greet them. Should be proceed? He could not see the harm in taking a few steps forward. He had announced himself, right? Lean haunches engage to push young male back into motion. A careful stride carries him around the divets and rocky bumps until he stands atop a nearby hill. Here, the tri-colored lad keeps his beady gaze upon the horizon for any signs of movement. He assumes a guarded position atop the knoll; however, the warmth of the sun feels good upon his spine. Tufted lobes listen for the drumming of approaching footfalls or, any return calls (whether in greeting or warning).
The autumn day star sparkles through the holes in the fiery canopy above. As he nears the eastern border, the number of trees dwindle and the amount of light increases. His pupils constrict to account for the brighter surroundings and, Juice blinks a few extra times as his eyes adjust. Before long, the young lad stands in the dense bed of vines and underbrush at the edge of the Sylvan forest. The landscape shifts dramatically from shadows and trees to rocky hills bathed in sun and, outcroppings of various greenery. He permits himself to take a thorough sweep of the grounds. Upon seeing no-one, he calls out to anyone who might be close enough to hear.
After all, he had only been on one other kingdom visit and, a resident had been there to greet them. Should be proceed? He could not see the harm in taking a few steps forward. He had announced himself, right? Lean haunches engage to push young male back into motion. A careful stride carries him around the divets and rocky bumps until he stands atop a nearby hill. Here, the tri-colored lad keeps his beady gaze upon the horizon for any signs of movement. He assumes a guarded position atop the knoll; however, the warmth of the sun feels good upon his spine. Tufted lobes listen for the drumming of approaching footfalls or, any return calls (whether in greeting or warning).
@[Reia]