Juice
01-07-2019, 07:06 PM
Juice heard the call - join your king or queen on a diplomatic visit to a neighbor; open to any one looking to prove themself. Well, that has my name written all over it, thought the young bay splash. He lurks in the shadows of the autumnal forest, watching for his chance. He catches sight of the light green mare and the sky blue tovero with gold tresses making their way towards the western border.
Having explored his trait more, Juice elects to travel in liquid form. He does not emerge from the shadows until after both of them had gotten ahead by several horse lengths. As the canopy-filtered light meets the shiny surface of his puddle, it reflects off of him. Juice begins to roll forward after the two females. The puddle moves over the terrain with ease as the colt has learned when to expend energy to combat inclines versus when to allow gravity to pull him along passively. All-in-all, his liquid form is quickly becoming his preferred form. He can move in silence and, remain virtually invisible.
As he nears the western coast, he notes the change in soil: the color, the fertility, the saturation, etc. Then, the solid ground meets a body of water. For a moment, Juice stops moving forward. How would his liquid state behave in water? Would he sink or float? Would he stay whole or, be stretched out by the surrounding particles? He sighs before tentatively, the young male inches forward. The cool liquid meets his fluid state with a sensation much like that of his fur-covered limbs entering the pool. The temperature feels just as cold, as if his puddle form is able to maintain body heat. The feeling is less wet against his form, which is to be expected since he is already a liquid. The ripples caused by the other horses have less of an impact against his form because there is less surface area to bounce off of.
Before he knows it, Juice is on the other side of the shore. He runs into it with a harsh slap, much like the surrounding waters which crash aggressively. At this point, the puddle form of the bay splash boy must decide if he should stay as such or, if he should show himself. At this close proximity, the chances are high that someone would note how different his liquid state is compared to the waters behind them. So, Juice slides onto solid ground before hooves appear. Limbs reappear, then haunches, ribs, and shoulders flow into slender neck and refined head. A few strides away, to his right, stands his Queen. And, alongside her, the light blue tovero with a golden mane and tail. In front of them, stands a scaly, blue and gold stallion with dreadlocks. Sensing that all of their gazes - the brown, the blue and the brown with gold flecks - are upon him, Juice offers his name, just as the ladies did. "I am Juice, of Sylva."
Having explored his trait more, Juice elects to travel in liquid form. He does not emerge from the shadows until after both of them had gotten ahead by several horse lengths. As the canopy-filtered light meets the shiny surface of his puddle, it reflects off of him. Juice begins to roll forward after the two females. The puddle moves over the terrain with ease as the colt has learned when to expend energy to combat inclines versus when to allow gravity to pull him along passively. All-in-all, his liquid form is quickly becoming his preferred form. He can move in silence and, remain virtually invisible.
As he nears the western coast, he notes the change in soil: the color, the fertility, the saturation, etc. Then, the solid ground meets a body of water. For a moment, Juice stops moving forward. How would his liquid state behave in water? Would he sink or float? Would he stay whole or, be stretched out by the surrounding particles? He sighs before tentatively, the young male inches forward. The cool liquid meets his fluid state with a sensation much like that of his fur-covered limbs entering the pool. The temperature feels just as cold, as if his puddle form is able to maintain body heat. The feeling is less wet against his form, which is to be expected since he is already a liquid. The ripples caused by the other horses have less of an impact against his form because there is less surface area to bounce off of.
Before he knows it, Juice is on the other side of the shore. He runs into it with a harsh slap, much like the surrounding waters which crash aggressively. At this point, the puddle form of the bay splash boy must decide if he should stay as such or, if he should show himself. At this close proximity, the chances are high that someone would note how different his liquid state is compared to the waters behind them. So, Juice slides onto solid ground before hooves appear. Limbs reappear, then haunches, ribs, and shoulders flow into slender neck and refined head. A few strides away, to his right, stands his Queen. And, alongside her, the light blue tovero with a golden mane and tail. In front of them, stands a scaly, blue and gold stallion with dreadlocks. Sensing that all of their gazes - the brown, the blue and the brown with gold flecks - are upon him, Juice offers his name, just as the ladies did. "I am Juice, of Sylva."
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