07-02-2015, 09:04 PM
His first home was beside the sea; now he dwells beside a river. Texas has lived a great many places in between – a jungle, a tundra, on the plains and plateaus – but he is content where he is. He’s lived there for five years now (at least this time, in sum his years there have been so much longer), and the peaceful kingdom has always been a good place to rest his head. It’s bothersome habit of sapping away his immortality has been its only downfall, and if the past few hours are any sign, perhaps even that flaw has been removed.
Texas still looks old – a dark bay horse with a grizzled face, lanky and somewhat bonier than he has been before. He’s not especially handsome or strong-looking; he looks like an aged herd stallion still clinging to the last vestiges of his stubborn pride. It’s not until he smiles (which he does, approaching a ridiculously pregnant mare) that it becomes a little clearer why other horses might have let him lead their kingdoms…several times over.
“That looks a little uncomfortable,” he says, gesturing toward her enlarged belly with a faint smile. His voice is low and slow, a drawl without the ‘honey’, that seems to accompany so many. “If you’d like a nicer place to raise him, I’d suggest the Falls.” For the first time he notices the bright spots of color on his hide, strangely pink. Is her baby going to be equally flashy? It’d probably make it easier to find, he thinks idly. In his limited experience, children always tend to be hiding when you need them most. “I’m Texas,” he adds, “and I’m from the Falls, so I might be a little biased about their niceness.”
Texas still looks old – a dark bay horse with a grizzled face, lanky and somewhat bonier than he has been before. He’s not especially handsome or strong-looking; he looks like an aged herd stallion still clinging to the last vestiges of his stubborn pride. It’s not until he smiles (which he does, approaching a ridiculously pregnant mare) that it becomes a little clearer why other horses might have let him lead their kingdoms…several times over.
“That looks a little uncomfortable,” he says, gesturing toward her enlarged belly with a faint smile. His voice is low and slow, a drawl without the ‘honey’, that seems to accompany so many. “If you’d like a nicer place to raise him, I’d suggest the Falls.” For the first time he notices the bright spots of color on his hide, strangely pink. Is her baby going to be equally flashy? It’d probably make it easier to find, he thinks idly. In his limited experience, children always tend to be hiding when you need them most. “I’m Texas,” he adds, “and I’m from the Falls, so I might be a little biased about their niceness.”
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls