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squeeze me, I dare you [Any] - Juice - 01-17-2019 The adolescent bay splash finds himself in horse form today, a rarity since discovering his ability to liquefy. He rather enjoys testing his trait but, a growing boy needs to eat, too. He picks a trail that leads to a small clearing in the western half of Sylva as he searches for nourishment. Along the way, he notes that the icy grip of winter has relinquished its grasp on the great forest. All around Juice small buds of green erupt from scraggly bushes. The air bears some humidity and feels milder than in the recent weeks. His dark orbs scan between the trees as he wonders if he is alone. His ink-lined ears do not detect anything above the rustling of branches, leaves and, occasional scurrying rodent.
Before long, the path turns left and a flood of daylight meets his gaze. He had reached the clearing. He blinks a few times to allow his focus to adjust. Pink nose stretches out to permit young male to survey the scene. A buck grazes calmly along the opposite edge; however, Juice finds the space uncrowded and inviting. Refined limbs carry Juice forward into the opening. He chooses to hug the shade so that he avoids the blisters of a sunburn on any of his numerous white-haired patches. Juice moves amongst the waving grasses until only his topline is visible. The head of his inky tail nestled between under-muscled haunches can be seen. His back is the color of cocoa powder, a dusty chocolate brown, with no white markings. His mane and forelock are of ink-hue as well. Poll lowers to bring whiskered muzzle down to the chewy stalks. Among the wind-combed, tasteless blades is a carpet of light green. Greedily, pink lips peel back and unsheathe like-new dentition. He tears at the new growth as if the buck would challenge him and steal it. Juice pays little mind to the goings on around him as his barrel rumbles with hunger. He scrambles to satisfy the craving with each savory mouthful. RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Any] - Castaneis - 01-17-2019 Castaneis RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Any] - Juice - 02-06-2019 A rustle from across the clearing causes Juice to, lazily, lift his head out of the grasses. His teeth hold a mouthful in place as his mandible works to crush the food into more a digestible size. He continues to chew on his selected bite before he notes where the sound came from. Where the buck had been, now only swaying stalks of vegetation remain. Something spooked him, thinks the young male to himself. But, what? He finally swallows his food and decides to inspect the scene just in case his safety is now in jeopardy. Fur-lined ears leave their forward-facing post to assist in the search. Deep, dark orbs scan the edges for any sign of a disturbance. Nothing could be seen.
With a sigh, Juice lowers his muzzle back towards the ground and, he resumes grazing. Until a boyish giggle reaches his ears. His first instinct is to melt into a puddle. Instead, the bay splash startles to the right, away from the sound, before poll snaps up and wide black eyes fixate on the section of bush where the noise gaze from. A pair of blue eyes meets his before Juice sizes up the body attached. He is an equine, which the older lad finds far less threatening. He is a bit younger but the brown-and-white painted male did not have any opinions on the age of his company. Not yet, anyways! This is the first resident of Sylva - well, he assumes the kid is a resident because he smells mildly of forest - he has met! Juice decides to stick around and converse with how did he say his name?. His juvenile brain works through it. Cas-ta-nay-is. Castaneis. "Hi Castaneis. I'm Juice. Do you live here?" He had to ask; just needed to know for sure. Besides, isn't a question the gateway to more conversation? Who is he kidding? Juice has barely met anyone to converse with but, as mom would say, you won't know until you try. @[Castaneis]
RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Any] - Castaneis - 02-08-2019 Castaneis |