11-11-2018, 06:51 PM
Even though the new stallion's arrival was quiet and some other horses might not have heard him coming, Aten was perceptive, cunning, and careful. So it was no surprise that he lifted his head when he heard the sound of pounding hoofbeats approaching, water dripping from his chin and nose, creating tiny ripples in the river.
The stallion was of decent size, possibly around Aten's age if not slightly older. He had a coal black mane and tail that stood out against his gray coat, a line of dark purple fur lining his dorsal stripe and his color patterned like one of the wolves Aten had seen roaming the land. Aten and the stallion stood on opposite sides of the river for some time, staring at each other, before Aten came to the conclusion that he didn't seem to be a threat. Still, he was unnerved with the other creature just hanging out there and not doing anything.
The golden stallion turned and prepared to start walking away, but stopped when he felt an odd sensation stirring on his back. It was a chill similar to the snow when Aten was caught out in a blizzard. His muscles started twitching so he could shake it off, but before he could, he became trapped in his thoughts, recalling memories from one of his more recent homes.
The chill spread over his withers and shoulder blades, almost like a bird spreading its wings and giving him a hug. He remembered something like this happening before... a fire... his friends in danger... the trees burning... the fur on his pasterns being burned and blistered, leaving a series of scars...
All he could see was everything on fire...
The stallion's muscles rippled under his skin, his back legs taking the brunt of his weight as he reared and threw the ice off of him. He jumped away as if the ice had burned his back, completely stuck in his mind. Only when one of his back legs went through the ice and into the water did it shock him back, and he remembered where he was.
The River... that stallion... he turned around to look back at the other, his brown eyes wide and a bit panicked, but searching, recognizing...
"Ruan? Is... that you...?"
@[Ruan]
The stallion was of decent size, possibly around Aten's age if not slightly older. He had a coal black mane and tail that stood out against his gray coat, a line of dark purple fur lining his dorsal stripe and his color patterned like one of the wolves Aten had seen roaming the land. Aten and the stallion stood on opposite sides of the river for some time, staring at each other, before Aten came to the conclusion that he didn't seem to be a threat. Still, he was unnerved with the other creature just hanging out there and not doing anything.
The golden stallion turned and prepared to start walking away, but stopped when he felt an odd sensation stirring on his back. It was a chill similar to the snow when Aten was caught out in a blizzard. His muscles started twitching so he could shake it off, but before he could, he became trapped in his thoughts, recalling memories from one of his more recent homes.
The chill spread over his withers and shoulder blades, almost like a bird spreading its wings and giving him a hug. He remembered something like this happening before... a fire... his friends in danger... the trees burning... the fur on his pasterns being burned and blistered, leaving a series of scars...
All he could see was everything on fire...
The stallion's muscles rippled under his skin, his back legs taking the brunt of his weight as he reared and threw the ice off of him. He jumped away as if the ice had burned his back, completely stuck in his mind. Only when one of his back legs went through the ice and into the water did it shock him back, and he remembered where he was.
The River... that stallion... he turned around to look back at the other, his brown eyes wide and a bit panicked, but searching, recognizing...
"Ruan? Is... that you...?"
@[Ruan]