And A Hero Was Born
04-09-2014, 04:27 AM
| Obsidian |
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She must have been getting better at this silent walking thing than she had originally thought. She took the stallion completely off guard. But perhaps, she thought, looking over his steaming hide, he?d been dozing off from exhaustion. However, as he reacted to her appearance, she could definitely say, he was wide awake now. The massive male let out a cry, backing a few steps. Obsidian tossed her head slightly, one curved ear cocking sideways, as the stallion stared at her with some ice blue eyes that really set off his coat. Finally, after it seemed he was unable to speak, she spoke up. ?Am I really that frightful? Heavens, I must check my mane.? Soft voice was gently teasing, liquid dark blue gaze twinkling with amusement. The toss of her head had bared her marking to the dim lighting of night, and it stood out against her forehead, as did the claw marks on her shoulders. She stepped forward, neck extending slightly as she dipped her head. ?My name is Obsidian.? As her head raised, tilting slightly to the right, she looked at him encouragingly, hoping for a name. Heavens above, it had been so long since she?d seen any of her own kind, she hoped this stallion-- this glorious hunk of quality horse flesh, wasn?t actually a gelding. Her eyes tracked to that region with the thought, before jerking back to his face. Best not to ogle that part. Yet. Her tail flicked slightly as some insect landed on her haunch, eyes roving from the stallion?s face to the contours of his body. The scars, and that curious brand on one hip. He had definitely been owned by humans. Though, with those scars, which didn?t look to be given by a horse, or a cat for that matter, she wondered if the humans he?d been owned by had been kind or harsh. |