10-08-2021, 12:57 PM
I love Kungfuuuuu
The autumn lands where his family now resides are rather quiet. Besides them, there is only Manny (that he knows of) and while the hippogriff is delightful and mysterious in her own way… He is young and craves more. Despite the calmness of the woods, his family seems to have grown isolated from each other. He had not seen his mother or his twin in days and his father seemed distracted. He’s not sure why, not sure where exactly they are, but he is certain they will be back soon and takes advantage of the situation by heading out of the forest to the common lands. Alone.
Although he prefers his panda shape he moves faster in his equine form, so that is the one he takes. The gold markings along his neck and legs glint in the summer sun as his hooves tear at the earth beneath him, feeling the freedom that moves in his gallop as he laughs and makes his way towards where the meadow should be. His flaxen mane is windswept by the time the lavender colt arrives in the open space, his warm gold flecked eyes wide and amazed by the expanse of what lays before him.
So many new things to see, so many new horses to meet.
Before he can join them, a cool breeze sweeps beside him. How strange, he thinks, how out of place compared to the heat of the summer sun. He doesn’t mind the feel of it, cooling his warm neck as it blows through his already unkempt mane until it is thoroughly tangled. It is only when it stops and he hears a soft laugh moving away from him that he realizes that something was messing with him. “Hey!” He whirls around, curved ears pointed to where he had certainly heard something. “Where are you?” He asks, spinning again and searching for something he cannot see but is positive is there.
Although he prefers his panda shape he moves faster in his equine form, so that is the one he takes. The gold markings along his neck and legs glint in the summer sun as his hooves tear at the earth beneath him, feeling the freedom that moves in his gallop as he laughs and makes his way towards where the meadow should be. His flaxen mane is windswept by the time the lavender colt arrives in the open space, his warm gold flecked eyes wide and amazed by the expanse of what lays before him.
So many new things to see, so many new horses to meet.
Before he can join them, a cool breeze sweeps beside him. How strange, he thinks, how out of place compared to the heat of the summer sun. He doesn’t mind the feel of it, cooling his warm neck as it blows through his already unkempt mane until it is thoroughly tangled. It is only when it stops and he hears a soft laugh moving away from him that he realizes that something was messing with him. “Hey!” He whirls around, curved ears pointed to where he had certainly heard something. “Where are you?” He asks, spinning again and searching for something he cannot see but is positive is there.
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