02-15-2019, 03:18 PM
alvorr
The stallion huffs as he enters the boundary surrounding Nerine, the once far thunder seemed like it was closing in at a quickened pace. Alvorr exhales deeply as he walks down toward the shoreline, his face describing a rather disgruntled expression as he dipped his legs in the now cold water, shivering as he hopped around, escaping the grasp of the freezing water with a yelp.
The stallion huffed in annoyance, languidly walking over to pile himself beside a few rocks, resting his figure against the hard surface, his skin shaking from the cold caress of the rock surface.
Alvorr slowly began to fall asleep, a smile slowly sliding onto his soft muzzle as he closed his eyes, dreaming of his homeland at first but then shifting to the place he wandered around now.
It only took a few moments for him to get lost in his dreams, caught up and lost in what was real and what was an illusion, the stallion walked Nerine in his dreams, small spots of cold rain decorating the fresh sand around him, creating a vast pattern of dark spots hidden amongst the gold grain and rocky surface. It almost felt real, now shivering at the thought of rain, his body sensing the need to wake, and to wake rather fast.
The male opens his eyes to watch the impending storm, a cascade of rain following the roaring sound of the thunder that flashed in the sky above "Wonderful" he muttered as he stood up, taking his time to stretch instead of moving.
The rain now begins to form around him, covering his spotted body in smaller darker spots, his body shivering from the downpour of cold rain as the weather chased him. Alvorr exhaled deeply as he quickened his pace, running up the rocky hills to reach the mainland, the thunder following him attentively, his ears swivelling to listen to the roar of applause as he moved into the cover of the trees, the light above illuminating everything that lived beneath the canopy in a show of lights.
The stallion huffs once more as he comes to a sliding halt, his body now drenched in liquid, at this point there was probably no need to keep running, his body already shivering, mane drooped over his head in a defeated manner.
"Anyone out there?" he calls out in a humorous manner, hinting toward the shadows that formed from the lightning above.
Thunder was still something that scared him, each thunderous call to him forcing his body to convulse, his legs tucked underneath him as he speeds up, his legs trailing behind him on the now muddy landscape.
The stallion huffed in annoyance, languidly walking over to pile himself beside a few rocks, resting his figure against the hard surface, his skin shaking from the cold caress of the rock surface.
Alvorr slowly began to fall asleep, a smile slowly sliding onto his soft muzzle as he closed his eyes, dreaming of his homeland at first but then shifting to the place he wandered around now.
It only took a few moments for him to get lost in his dreams, caught up and lost in what was real and what was an illusion, the stallion walked Nerine in his dreams, small spots of cold rain decorating the fresh sand around him, creating a vast pattern of dark spots hidden amongst the gold grain and rocky surface. It almost felt real, now shivering at the thought of rain, his body sensing the need to wake, and to wake rather fast.
The male opens his eyes to watch the impending storm, a cascade of rain following the roaring sound of the thunder that flashed in the sky above "Wonderful" he muttered as he stood up, taking his time to stretch instead of moving.
The rain now begins to form around him, covering his spotted body in smaller darker spots, his body shivering from the downpour of cold rain as the weather chased him. Alvorr exhaled deeply as he quickened his pace, running up the rocky hills to reach the mainland, the thunder following him attentively, his ears swivelling to listen to the roar of applause as he moved into the cover of the trees, the light above illuminating everything that lived beneath the canopy in a show of lights.
The stallion huffs once more as he comes to a sliding halt, his body now drenched in liquid, at this point there was probably no need to keep running, his body already shivering, mane drooped over his head in a defeated manner.
"Anyone out there?" he calls out in a humorous manner, hinting toward the shadows that formed from the lightning above.
Thunder was still something that scared him, each thunderous call to him forcing his body to convulse, his legs tucked underneath him as he speeds up, his legs trailing behind him on the now muddy landscape.
" darling. we're slow dancing in a burning room. "