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Post by cici on Apr 2, 2024 23:22:38 GMT -7
✘ though you won't recognize him
Thundering wave's pounding at the stone's slick with moss, begging for one poor soul to take a wrong step and slip to their demise. Though such treacherous terrain was prevalent, the path partially travelled led the roan stallion closer to the raging waters than he'd first anticipated. Sure to remain on more reliable terrain, a good few meters from the riverbed's raging pathway, water cutting the earth like blades.
Stopping at the edge of the clearing, Sau felt compelled to rest -- something he was less than thrilled about -- yet the lush grass he'd now laid eyes upon was just beckoning the boar to taste the dew drop green blades that sprang up, misted by the everlasting lather of low-lying fog. Today it wasn't nearly as thick, tormented by the imposing sunlight of Spring.
Instinctively, and almost with a grunt of satisfaction the blue stallion lowered his thick roman dial towards the earth, nostrils painted with soft strokes of dew stuck to the grass, the scent intoxicating to say the least. Shortly after his temptations were accompanied by the faint growl of his stomach. Auditorial's stayed swiveling as the feral stallion ripped clumps of the lush meadow from their subterranean roots, eager to cover as much as he could in a short amount of time. He let the wash of the raging river calm his form, short tail swatting at his wide-set quarters, white feathers on his legs growing more and more damp with each lazy adjustment he made. Teal eyes showered the treeline as he waded through the occasional pile of leaves and twigs for another mouthful.
your preacher will ✘
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