Post by sibber-chow on Sept 19, 2010 22:22:13 GMT -5
A lone overo cautiously made his way through the dense undergrowth. Eyes were ever vigilant and perhaps he looked a bit too anxious for the behavior became contagious. The birds squawked nervously as he passed through, small rodents hoping into the cover of thick shrubbery, deer leaping off in a mad dart to escape. Yet, his fear was of nothing in particular as they must have thought. Hell, you couldn’t even call it fear. Rather, the stallion was deaf in one ear – it made it rather difficult to sense danger so he had to be ever alert. And, still, he could not help but feel safer here, away from his father’s herd, despite the obvious dangers for a half deaf wanderer of such young age.
Larken eventually stopped his long journey. For the first time in what felt like ages, he just paused in one place. His whole body, once tense and on alert, suddenly calmed and calm eyes looked to the sky. All he could see was an entanglement of branches above. On occasion, a browned leaf would tremble down from its perch. A quiet smirk perched the gentle creature’s kissers as nature took its course upon the trees. Soon, the quiet happiness was replaced with slight fret. With the changing seasons came all sorts of new dangers for a lone equine. Perhaps now would be a good time to find a new home. The stallion’s nostrils quivered slightly at the thought. He wasn’t sure he actually wanted to be a part of a herd at all. The gentle stag was much better suited as a loner by temperament for he had noticed rare occasions where some of his father’s traits would take over in the company of others. That was something he did not want at all. Frowning, the stallion took the still moment to graze on a few blades of the yellowing grasses.
Larken eventually stopped his long journey. For the first time in what felt like ages, he just paused in one place. His whole body, once tense and on alert, suddenly calmed and calm eyes looked to the sky. All he could see was an entanglement of branches above. On occasion, a browned leaf would tremble down from its perch. A quiet smirk perched the gentle creature’s kissers as nature took its course upon the trees. Soon, the quiet happiness was replaced with slight fret. With the changing seasons came all sorts of new dangers for a lone equine. Perhaps now would be a good time to find a new home. The stallion’s nostrils quivered slightly at the thought. He wasn’t sure he actually wanted to be a part of a herd at all. The gentle stag was much better suited as a loner by temperament for he had noticed rare occasions where some of his father’s traits would take over in the company of others. That was something he did not want at all. Frowning, the stallion took the still moment to graze on a few blades of the yellowing grasses.
