Post by Xenan on Sept 17, 2011 19:12:10 GMT -5
The sun was beginning to slide down behind a thick shield of dark clouds toward the western horizon and the large copse of trees that made it from his perspective. The grey atmosphere was starting to take on a more colorful effect, mixing with reds and oranges and the little blue that managed to squeeze through the multiple layers of clouds overhead. The massive, painted stallion snorted as he realized the colors complimented the red, orange, and yellows that were stealing over those very trees to the west. They even brought out the dry, yellowing grass blanketing the earth between here and there. Zephiathon gave a loud nicker that almost resembled a snarl, wishing the sun would get it over with and set so that darkness would reign supreme over the Meadows. The stallion of black and white was in no mood to admire the beauty that came over the land that was brought on by the arrival of his birth month. He was turning eight, but he couldn’t care less about that. No, instead his thoughts churned and seemed to revolve around one individual. Miesque.
It frustrated him to NO end how that petite, tri-toned mare made him feel. She’d been on his mind heavily since he’d met her, and it was seriously starting to piss him off. Zeph really couldn’t lay a hoof on exactly what it was about her, nor could he really describe how he felt about her. On the one corner, she maddened him to a level that had him shaking from the calm control he favored keeping over himself. In the second corner, she had him so damned curious about her, he wanted to break something with how angry that made him. In the third corner, he found himself wanting to please her in whatever way he could, which equally pissed him off because it should have been the other way around. And lastly, she confused him with her motives ever since she’d found him in the very forest that lay a hundred or so yards from where he walked now, which- yes- pissed him off as well. Extending his nape, Zeph violently shook himself, sending the thick locks of his knee-length mane waving wildly through the air. When it settled again, his thick forelock covered both eyes of icy blue. Damned if he didn’t have a crush on that quirky little hot blood! Hell, damned if he did. ”Nay..” He grunted with a humorless chuckle. He lusted after her, and it was just his possessive persona that had him wanting to claim her for himself. Of course! Especially now that she would be carrying his child.
With a deep, angry-sounding neigh, the colossal brute bunched a body riddled with bulk and not an ounce of fat before he propelled himself forward into a fast-paced, collected trot. Deep down he knew that afterthought was just an excuse; there was no use lying to himself, and as soon as that fact hit home, he bared his teeth and kicked up his pace to a lope. His neck arched and chin tucked toward his chest, every one of those muscles rippling beneath his tobiano patterned pelt. Tail, for once, was lifted just barely above the grass as he moved swiftly in zigzags while trying to reign in his temper. Thick feathering waved from each of his legs as they pounded against the earth. As though mimicking his mood and motions, a clap of thunder sounded somewhere off to the north. A flash of lightening zipped between the dark, swirling clouds. It was the foreshadow of a storm, though Zeph knew that the atmosphere was too dry for rain. Even still, the stallion welcomed the distraction, allowing the echo of the thunder to seep into his inner turmoil and dispel a fraction of his anger. A second clap of thunder and he halted, facing the north, to watch the display of lightning playing through the clouds. Slowly, with the steadying of his only-lightly altered breathing, his temper receded. For now.