10-07-2017, 09:56 PM
The creature does not make a habit of prowling the meadow. He prefers the calm damp and darkness of the forest. But he had grown bored of the stillness and solitude it provides. Perhaps when he had more to think about it would again be his favorite haunt - but for now he does not wish to be alone with the ghosts that haunt his mind. He needs action. He needs life. This surprises him, but he does not fight the urge to seek out more entertainment.
While he does not normally deviate from his usual somber coat unless trying to impress (or alarm), the thought of being in direct sunlight with a black pelt motivates him to change into something a little less gloomy. He materializes on the edge of the meadow (having forgotten the simple pleasure of walking places long ago) wearing a simple dun pelt. He also compacts himself, hiding his Friesian features. He does not appear to be himself at all, but that amuses him for the time being. He does not bother to hide the shimmer of his transparent wings, however (he often forgets that the strange appendages even exist).
It is the wings that so resemble his own that catch his eye. Despite his general aversion to foals, the filly seems to hold herself in a fashion that does not immediately offend him. Ultimately, it is his overwhelming boredom that pushes the male towards the child.
"Aren't you a bit small to be out alone?"
While he does not normally deviate from his usual somber coat unless trying to impress (or alarm), the thought of being in direct sunlight with a black pelt motivates him to change into something a little less gloomy. He materializes on the edge of the meadow (having forgotten the simple pleasure of walking places long ago) wearing a simple dun pelt. He also compacts himself, hiding his Friesian features. He does not appear to be himself at all, but that amuses him for the time being. He does not bother to hide the shimmer of his transparent wings, however (he often forgets that the strange appendages even exist).
It is the wings that so resemble his own that catch his eye. Despite his general aversion to foals, the filly seems to hold herself in a fashion that does not immediately offend him. Ultimately, it is his overwhelming boredom that pushes the male towards the child.
"Aren't you a bit small to be out alone?"