Post by Xenan on Nov 3, 2011 2:03:35 GMT -5
//Zsasz
He didn't know where he was anymore, but he couldn't really say he cared much. Tree after tree that he passed looked the same as the last. His legs, lanky but thick and decorated with feathering, had been in motion for an unknown length of time, and his muscles were growing tired and sore. All he really knew was that he'd survived his first winter alone, and with the coming of summer the bitter cold had finally passed. No longer did he have to try so hard just to stay warm, often spending long hours hiding in one place to avoid storms. Still, he had to lay low, always wary. If it was one thing he missed, it was protection and happiness. Having someone there when he had a question about how things worked. Actually living. Everyday, he got closer to being an adult, and he still had so much to learn.
The bay colt had been on his own for so long, he couldn't even remember how long it'd been. Weeks, surely. Months? Probably. He just didn't understand why. He'd asked once, when his mother was telling him not to follow her anymore; that she was leaving him. All she did was turn her back on him and say, "You are old enough you don't need me anymore. You're strong. You can handle yourself." But he still didn't understand. Foals were rarely seen alone, for good reason. They didn't tend to last long without a guardian. Not in Quul. Not anywhere. Even if he was strong and capable enough. Well, he was strong, and more than healthy, but he wasn't stupid. Even being a coldblood, whose growing body was already big and bulky- albeit a bit lanky- compared to other foals, he was still just as susceptible to predators. So far, he'd gotten by just fine. Food and shelter came easily enough. It was sleeping that he missed out on most nights. More than anything, he just wished to be happy again and feel safe. Maybe that's why he'd kept moving for so long, he was searching for someone to help him. Amazing, though, that after all these miles, he still hadn't found anyone.
With a light sigh, Zsasz finally exited the woods, bicolored eyes scanning the area to make sure he was alone before continuing to move forward. He was headed for the river ahead, its sparkling depths calling attention in his mind the fact that his throat was dry and parched. One more step, and the colt kicked his pace up to a sudden lope, fuzzy black tail raised behind him. Once there, he leaped into it, dancing around in the shallows where the refreshing liquid reached his lower cannon bones. In a moment of immaturity, water splashing about in his ardor, he whinnied in excitement for no real reason. Throwing a little buck, the colt snorted and finally stopped his movements, shaking himself off. He was a bit chilly now, so maybe it had not been the smartest thing to do, getting in the water. But he was young, and it'd seemed fun at the time. He hopped back out of the water onto the bank and shook himself off again. A soft breeze was blowing, and would surely dry him soon. In the meantime, he spread his front legs wide so that he could lower his little muzzle to the water's surface, quenching his thirst at last.
OOC: Sorry if this sucks. Had to rewrite it cause my freakin kitten refreshed the page and erased an almost completed post -.-;
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He didn't know where he was anymore, but he couldn't really say he cared much. Tree after tree that he passed looked the same as the last. His legs, lanky but thick and decorated with feathering, had been in motion for an unknown length of time, and his muscles were growing tired and sore. All he really knew was that he'd survived his first winter alone, and with the coming of summer the bitter cold had finally passed. No longer did he have to try so hard just to stay warm, often spending long hours hiding in one place to avoid storms. Still, he had to lay low, always wary. If it was one thing he missed, it was protection and happiness. Having someone there when he had a question about how things worked. Actually living. Everyday, he got closer to being an adult, and he still had so much to learn.
The bay colt had been on his own for so long, he couldn't even remember how long it'd been. Weeks, surely. Months? Probably. He just didn't understand why. He'd asked once, when his mother was telling him not to follow her anymore; that she was leaving him. All she did was turn her back on him and say, "You are old enough you don't need me anymore. You're strong. You can handle yourself." But he still didn't understand. Foals were rarely seen alone, for good reason. They didn't tend to last long without a guardian. Not in Quul. Not anywhere. Even if he was strong and capable enough. Well, he was strong, and more than healthy, but he wasn't stupid. Even being a coldblood, whose growing body was already big and bulky- albeit a bit lanky- compared to other foals, he was still just as susceptible to predators. So far, he'd gotten by just fine. Food and shelter came easily enough. It was sleeping that he missed out on most nights. More than anything, he just wished to be happy again and feel safe. Maybe that's why he'd kept moving for so long, he was searching for someone to help him. Amazing, though, that after all these miles, he still hadn't found anyone.
With a light sigh, Zsasz finally exited the woods, bicolored eyes scanning the area to make sure he was alone before continuing to move forward. He was headed for the river ahead, its sparkling depths calling attention in his mind the fact that his throat was dry and parched. One more step, and the colt kicked his pace up to a sudden lope, fuzzy black tail raised behind him. Once there, he leaped into it, dancing around in the shallows where the refreshing liquid reached his lower cannon bones. In a moment of immaturity, water splashing about in his ardor, he whinnied in excitement for no real reason. Throwing a little buck, the colt snorted and finally stopped his movements, shaking himself off. He was a bit chilly now, so maybe it had not been the smartest thing to do, getting in the water. But he was young, and it'd seemed fun at the time. He hopped back out of the water onto the bank and shook himself off again. A soft breeze was blowing, and would surely dry him soon. In the meantime, he spread his front legs wide so that he could lower his little muzzle to the water's surface, quenching his thirst at last.
OOC: Sorry if this sucks. Had to rewrite it cause my freakin kitten refreshed the page and erased an almost completed post -.-;
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