Post by Argo on Feb 4, 2006 20:01:08 GMT -5
Heavy irons pressed down the clinging blades of grass as they brought ebonite vessel forth, thudding against the ground in muffled rhythm. As soon as one removed itself, the grass sprang upwards once more, forever striving for the sun, its light and life. Such was the way of things, each striving to live its own life as others went about their affairs, and where lives intersected one came out on top, always. Even in the most peaceful of places, there is always some unrest, some silent struggle. It is why the world turns as it does, why its inhabitants keep living. There is something to be gained always... He knew that, as surely as he knew the time was day, and he was equine. As surely as the days and nights flew by... The endless rhythm was far from direct, always varying, and he liked it. Here he was, adding another chorus to the constant workings of the world: her name was Beaded, and with her came a colt, Prongs. Something about them had piqued his interest, and so he'd offered them a place within his own home, his own slow song of life.
The four beat tune of his hooves died away as the stallion slowed to a stop, raising his proud skull to look over the land he'd claimed as his own. Ribbons of ebonite streamed from his crest, combed out by the wind's wispy fingers. Ever did the breeze blow here, whispering its secrets to the grasses, which spoke constantly underfoot. Conentment was easily read in his gaze as he overlooked the field, but curiosity as well, a slight question forming within the workings of his skull. Where were they? Surely the newcomers were behind, making their way even as he stood silent upon the endless sea of green which was his home. Surely they would return soon... No, he was more curious about the one he already knew, and if she would take kindly to the new arrivals. He did not truly have any worries; she was a sweet enough mare and seemed to bear no ill will towards those who'd made no offense. Certainly, they'd all get along just fine...
Plume swished lazily behind him as he stretched long serpentine forth, steelspring muscles rippling along the length of his crest. The air gusted from his lungs in the form of a soft sigh, contented and happy for the moment. Always was there some unrest, but it was stored away for now, informing the subconscious to keep ears alert and eyes wide, while the rest of his attention focused on what was at hand instead of what might be sometime in the future.
The four beat tune of his hooves died away as the stallion slowed to a stop, raising his proud skull to look over the land he'd claimed as his own. Ribbons of ebonite streamed from his crest, combed out by the wind's wispy fingers. Ever did the breeze blow here, whispering its secrets to the grasses, which spoke constantly underfoot. Conentment was easily read in his gaze as he overlooked the field, but curiosity as well, a slight question forming within the workings of his skull. Where were they? Surely the newcomers were behind, making their way even as he stood silent upon the endless sea of green which was his home. Surely they would return soon... No, he was more curious about the one he already knew, and if she would take kindly to the new arrivals. He did not truly have any worries; she was a sweet enough mare and seemed to bear no ill will towards those who'd made no offense. Certainly, they'd all get along just fine...
Plume swished lazily behind him as he stretched long serpentine forth, steelspring muscles rippling along the length of his crest. The air gusted from his lungs in the form of a soft sigh, contented and happy for the moment. Always was there some unrest, but it was stored away for now, informing the subconscious to keep ears alert and eyes wide, while the rest of his attention focused on what was at hand instead of what might be sometime in the future.