11-28-2020, 07:50 PM
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Viridis opens his eyes and does not recognize the land he has woken up in, which of itself is not a hard thing to do when most of this new Beqanna is strange to him. A breeze stirs up the leaves around his prone body and they are a kaleidoscope of colours that reflect the variety of trees in the canopy overhead: yellow ash, red maple, and orange-brown oak.
He pushes off from the ground and hears the crunch of these leaves as his hooves shuffle with those first few steps. Those bark-marking legs of his are at home here; they blend in with the warm hues as if he were crafted from a piece of this forest. Sunlight filters down through the warm tones of the leaves as Viridis scans the surrounding area with his amber eyes.
Movement flags his attention.
In the underbrush, something moves and Viridis tenses but he does not flee. Filled with curiosity, he watches as something similar to his size comes closer - a gentle thud combining with the cruch of leaves. Comparable to a deer in shape, but heavier - thick legs coated in a dense fur that is so dark it is almost black. Red and orange laces down the creature’s back from heavy black antlers to a short, fuzzy tail.
Part elk, part... bear?
Dripping from this bearly believable animal’s jaws is blood and a tittynope of muscles or organs from whatever prey it had just been feasting on.
With extreme care, Viridis begins to back up - keeping his eyes on the elkear not daring to look away for even a second. Until it roars - a lazy, casual sort of roar but one that sends tremors through the ground so powerful that the stallion can actually feel it shake his legs. Everyone has their limits and this is where Viridis finds his so he turns and immediately smacks right into a white-barked solid object.
“Birch, please!” he shouts at the offending tree before scrambling around it and out of Sylva as fast as he can.
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Viridis opens his eyes and does not recognize the land he has woken up in, which of itself is not a hard thing to do when most of this new Beqanna is strange to him. A breeze stirs up the leaves around his prone body and they are a kaleidoscope of colours that reflect the variety of trees in the canopy overhead: yellow ash, red maple, and orange-brown oak.
He pushes off from the ground and hears the crunch of these leaves as his hooves shuffle with those first few steps. Those bark-marking legs of his are at home here; they blend in with the warm hues as if he were crafted from a piece of this forest. Sunlight filters down through the warm tones of the leaves as Viridis scans the surrounding area with his amber eyes.
Movement flags his attention.
In the underbrush, something moves and Viridis tenses but he does not flee. Filled with curiosity, he watches as something similar to his size comes closer - a gentle thud combining with the cruch of leaves. Comparable to a deer in shape, but heavier - thick legs coated in a dense fur that is so dark it is almost black. Red and orange laces down the creature’s back from heavy black antlers to a short, fuzzy tail.
Part elk, part... bear?
Dripping from this bearly believable animal’s jaws is blood and a tittynope of muscles or organs from whatever prey it had just been feasting on.
With extreme care, Viridis begins to back up - keeping his eyes on the elkear not daring to look away for even a second. Until it roars - a lazy, casual sort of roar but one that sends tremors through the ground so powerful that the stallion can actually feel it shake his legs. Everyone has their limits and this is where Viridis finds his so he turns and immediately smacks right into a white-barked solid object.
“Birch, please!” he shouts at the offending tree before scrambling around it and out of Sylva as fast as he can.
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