Remembered and Not So Remembered Grounds ~ OPEN
Mar 14, 2024 19:45:30 GMT -7
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Post by Wolf Heart on Mar 14, 2024 19:45:30 GMT -7
DA for Ialu
The eight year old, seventeen hand, Albino dyed, Appendix Quarter, American Saddlebred, Thoroughbred and Anglo-Arabian crossed stallion moved cautiously forward. He knew within which land he was, but, he couldn't actually see it to confirm it was so, but, based upon the scents he could pick up on and the sounds around him, he was in the Unclaimed Hearts' meadows once again. A place he had been to, a rather long time ago, or what seemed like a long time ago, but was really only about three or four years ago since he had arrived in this lovely place that was his home now. He wandered too much and too long, he wanted to find a place that he could call home, permanently.
Being blind and extremely visible in the world was not suiting the pale stud anymore, he wanted someone that he could rely on to help him navigate and be protected from the dangers of the world. Someone he could find love and acceptance in, someone he could start a family with eventually. A small sigh slipped free of his muzzle, he disliked the Winter, though based upon his color and the like, Winter was the better season for him, at least he could hide in the snow a bit more easily, but the cold killed, he hated the cold. Another soft snort and he drew his slender frame to a halt as he breathed in the crispness of the Winter world.
That was one thing he could give the Winter though, it always smelled the most crisp and fresh of the seasons. He chuckled gently to himself and began to search for a place where he could listen to the world around him, while simultaneously staying warm. As that thought crossed his mind, a small shiver raced over his frame and he snorted in derision as he darted forward, attempting to warm himself up with a decent run. Thankfully, this meadow was mostly wide open to the point where he could run without fear of hurting himself too much, yet, he still wanted a warm place to observe his surroundings.
As he ran about, he warmed up and then he lost the sounds he had been hearing and figured he had probably found himself a place at the edge of the forest where the winds and wildlife noises were diminished by the trees. He smiled and then he stopped, yes, he had definitely found a place to stay warm, as the breeze he had been feeling across his frame was gone. It may have been night, but even so, it was a full moon, and a cloudless, at least for now, night though he didn't doubt there was something blowing in later, thus he could sort of see the shadows he relied on during the morning, and so he settled in to observe the evening visitors to the plains.
Word Count: 482
"Speaking"
Listening
Notes: OPEN to all.
The eight year old, seventeen hand, Albino dyed, Appendix Quarter, American Saddlebred, Thoroughbred and Anglo-Arabian crossed stallion moved cautiously forward. He knew within which land he was, but, he couldn't actually see it to confirm it was so, but, based upon the scents he could pick up on and the sounds around him, he was in the Unclaimed Hearts' meadows once again. A place he had been to, a rather long time ago, or what seemed like a long time ago, but was really only about three or four years ago since he had arrived in this lovely place that was his home now. He wandered too much and too long, he wanted to find a place that he could call home, permanently.
Being blind and extremely visible in the world was not suiting the pale stud anymore, he wanted someone that he could rely on to help him navigate and be protected from the dangers of the world. Someone he could find love and acceptance in, someone he could start a family with eventually. A small sigh slipped free of his muzzle, he disliked the Winter, though based upon his color and the like, Winter was the better season for him, at least he could hide in the snow a bit more easily, but the cold killed, he hated the cold. Another soft snort and he drew his slender frame to a halt as he breathed in the crispness of the Winter world.
That was one thing he could give the Winter though, it always smelled the most crisp and fresh of the seasons. He chuckled gently to himself and began to search for a place where he could listen to the world around him, while simultaneously staying warm. As that thought crossed his mind, a small shiver raced over his frame and he snorted in derision as he darted forward, attempting to warm himself up with a decent run. Thankfully, this meadow was mostly wide open to the point where he could run without fear of hurting himself too much, yet, he still wanted a warm place to observe his surroundings.
As he ran about, he warmed up and then he lost the sounds he had been hearing and figured he had probably found himself a place at the edge of the forest where the winds and wildlife noises were diminished by the trees. He smiled and then he stopped, yes, he had definitely found a place to stay warm, as the breeze he had been feeling across his frame was gone. It may have been night, but even so, it was a full moon, and a cloudless, at least for now, night though he didn't doubt there was something blowing in later, thus he could sort of see the shadows he relied on during the morning, and so he settled in to observe the evening visitors to the plains.
Word Count: 482
"Speaking"
Listening
Notes: OPEN to all.