01-03-2019, 08:17 PM
Ardashir
Why did it itch!? The large stallion pinned his ears and rubbed his head against the trunk of the giant tree. Ardashir’s forehead had been itching for the past few weeks and it just got worse and worse each day. The stallion snorted and pushed harder on the bark of the tree crunching noises followed as he ground his itchy head in more. He wanted it all to stop just, whatever was causing this to end. He had other matters to tend to and this burning nuisance was keeping him away from those tasks.
He paused only a moment when the scent of blood came to his nostrils and then there was a dripping sensation down his forehead and nose. Ardashir had guessed that in an effort to end the itch had cut himself up on the bark of the tree and taking a moment to look where he had rubbed. He had indeed cut his forehead open the blood on the bark was proof enough and now he was a bloody headed mess standing under the trees. He snorted once more and let out a huff. At least the open wound on his head had stopped the itch for the moment. The white stag sighed and tossed his head some throwing blood around him and over his shoulders some.
He could not guess that what was taking place under his skin was horns starting to seed and bud. The magic of the land or maybe even the fairies had granted the soon to come horns. He just hand to stand growing them out for the coming months.
The snow under the tall stallion was steaming with dripping life essence. Ardashir did not want to move for fear that the itch would come back. So, he stood huffing a little and listening to the sounds of the creaking woods around him. The winter calm seeming to snake its way into his being and calm him little by little. A squirrel made a noise in the distance and in another direction came the sounds of wings rustling as a bird fo some type took to the air.
He smelled the iron in the blood that still dripped down his forehead. The stallion had even managed to tear out some his forelock in his struggle. He was roughed up and did not care. Ard moved his lips a couple times as the blood trickled low enough to trigger such a response.
He paused only a moment when the scent of blood came to his nostrils and then there was a dripping sensation down his forehead and nose. Ardashir had guessed that in an effort to end the itch had cut himself up on the bark of the tree and taking a moment to look where he had rubbed. He had indeed cut his forehead open the blood on the bark was proof enough and now he was a bloody headed mess standing under the trees. He snorted once more and let out a huff. At least the open wound on his head had stopped the itch for the moment. The white stag sighed and tossed his head some throwing blood around him and over his shoulders some.
He could not guess that what was taking place under his skin was horns starting to seed and bud. The magic of the land or maybe even the fairies had granted the soon to come horns. He just hand to stand growing them out for the coming months.
The snow under the tall stallion was steaming with dripping life essence. Ardashir did not want to move for fear that the itch would come back. So, he stood huffing a little and listening to the sounds of the creaking woods around him. The winter calm seeming to snake its way into his being and calm him little by little. A squirrel made a noise in the distance and in another direction came the sounds of wings rustling as a bird fo some type took to the air.
He smelled the iron in the blood that still dripped down his forehead. The stallion had even managed to tear out some his forelock in his struggle. He was roughed up and did not care. Ard moved his lips a couple times as the blood trickled low enough to trigger such a response.
Out under the sky...
You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.