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Lost in the deep end // Aedan - Tyr - 10-14-2019 It would be dark soon. He could feel the air beginning to cool on his skin, the sun's heat now soft on his face. He had bedded down for the day in a tree shaded hollow. The scents of warm pine sap and sweet clover filled his nose as he slept, encouraging hungry dreams as the day passed around him. Waking with the bats and nighthawks, the midnight stallion felt his stomach clench with need, despite his companion not having arrived yet. Soon enough the fragment of starlight would arrive, and navigating the world would be a less daunting task. For now though, hunger won over his cautious nature, and the night and starlight stallion ventured from his hiding place into the open pasture that lay beyond him. His every step was carefully measured, and still he found himself stumbling on the uneven ground. Cursing quietly, he stopped as soon as he felt thick grasses beneath his feet, not trusting himself to make it much further safely. As he dipped his head, the ink dark ears that emerged from his tangled mane rotated endlessly. It was dangerous to be caught unawares. So he listened while he ate, and tried to look as little like a target as possible. @[Aedan] RE: Lost in the deep end // Aedan - Aedan - 11-05-2019 i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night aedan @[Tyr] RE: Lost in the deep end // Aedan - Tyr - 11-10-2019 He had been grazing, solitary as usual. There was no herd for the midnight stallion, no family group to guide him. That wasn't to say that they wouldn't, if he let them. His sisters would welcome him the island of he chose to return there. For them it was freedom, a convenient berthing for his aquatic siblings. But it was a claustrophobic cage for the stallion who had grown so accustomed to roaming the wider world, and could not join his sisters beneath the waves. There was no jealousy there, though he could have easily felt it. It seemed easier to simply see it as the pattern of their family. Mother, the girls, they had saltwater in their veins. And while his father also had adapted to the marine lifestyle, it seemed borne of his love for his mate as much as anything biological. The elder stallion had been as earthbound as his son in his youth. So the midnight stallion lingered in the open lands, slept through the days when he might attract attention he didn't want, and spent his nights camouflaged by darkness. It was safer that way, when danger was a thing he could not see. He could hear when others approached, knew the scents and tastes of plants that would make him ill. It was other horses he couldn't predict, and couldn't escape very easily if they did mean him harm. Best to avoid others when ever he could. He was minding his own business tonight, feeling for mouthfuls of brittle grass to quiet his grumbling stomach, when a shuffling, stumbling almost colliding presence arrived. Tyr raised his head in surprise, snorted and stepped back a pace in case the noise hadn't realized he was there yet. A noise that rustled somewhere near his chest. The near-black cups of his ears twisted every which way, trying to gather as much information as they could about the... Rabbit? Maybe it was a big rabbit. An apologetic one. No, that wasn't right. Rabbits didn't run towards horses, and they definitely didn't apologize if they did. He blinked beneath the curtain of his forelock uncertainly, smiling vaguely in the general direction of... Aedan? Whatever Aedan was. "No harm done..." He assured, shifting his feet uncertainly. The instinct to run was always there in the back of his mind, ready to engage at the first sign of trouble. So far though, this little voice in the darkness seemed harmless enough. "Tyr," he replied, giving his name in exchange for the new comer's. "Sorry but," he sighed, a bit frustrated. "Where are you? And what...?" It was so awkward to try and speak to another when he didn't know which way to face. @[Aedan] RE: Lost in the deep end // Aedan - Aedan - 11-27-2019 i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night aedan @[Tyr] RE: Lost in the deep end // Aedan - Tyr - 01-07-2020 The night-tinged stallion nodded briefly to acknowledge the voice, the assertion that the voice was owned by another equid something of a relief. It was easier to manage conversation with horses, when necessary. This one sounded youthful, though it was difficult to try to put anything more exact to the voice's age. Ears flickering back and forth ceaselessly, Tyr smiled softly, unaware of the gentle glow illuminating their scene. It was nighttime, he could tell that by the lack of heat coming from above, by the scent of dew gathering on the grass, the sleepy, infrequent birdsong. The safest time for him to be out and about was when these markers told him most others would be occupied with sleep. A sigh faintly misting the air before his muzzle, the deep blue stallion shook his head in gentle bewilderment before he replied. It wasn't often he had to explain his habits to others. "I suppose I feel a bit more at ease, when I can graze with no one else about." He spoke slowly, feeling that the words were true as he said them. This tactic was of course not fool proof. He had learned long ago not to stay near places with many rocks long, as they tended to hide large predators that were adept at concealing themselves. Likewise, he avoided deep forests, for similar reasons. Places frequented by other horses tended to be safer at night, and he'd gotten used to hiding from danger of the equine sort by being most active at night. It freed him from harassment that might otherwise end badly for him. That was a lot to explain to a stranger, however. Instead he just grinned, and threw back the matted white sheet of his forelock to reveal the milky blue marbles that were his useless eyes. "It makes little difference to me, if I'm traveling by day or by night." He added, in case it wasn't obvious already. @[Aedan] RE: Lost in the deep end // Aedan - Aedan - 01-24-2020 i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night aedan |