Post by Tazzin on Apr 22, 2013 18:16:00 GMT -7
Muscles ripped beneath the dappled piebald pelt. Towers pinned flat against his skull, flared nostrils snorted. The equine moved along the shadows of the trees, unseeable. Daggers leaving impressions of themselves within mother earths skin. He wasnt new, nor unfamiliar. Only finally coming out from the shadows, where he had been living for years upon years, watching the lands. Watching the others as they slowly killed the world with kindness, sweet words, and .... love.... the brute didnt know what that emotion was, the feeling of love wasnt in his emotions, nor was the word in his vocabulary... the brute was wicked... dark as they came.
Standing at the age 4 really gave him no disadvantages, his personality, maturity level and all were higher then most stags his age... Though he was nothing compared to his sire and dame at the moment til he grew to experience the ways. Snorting, his figure moved from the shadows, reviling his handsome well build figure. Nape stretched high, holding his position proudly, he was a bachelor.... a loner, single. But this, this did not matter to my boy. He was free from a master, free to do what he pleased... Free to cause chaos if he wanted. Thick limbs moved, carrying his bodice further into the lands. Towers perked forth, looking at his surroundings he pondered.