And A Hero Was Born

*Obsidian* · 04-10-2014, 05:14 PM

Obsidian

Heavens, but he took a while. Her head cocked as the male stared at her, not responding to her initial words. Finally, he moved, if slightly, eyes beginning to rove and take her in. His ears picked up, and she pricked her own in return, offering an encouraging whicker. It was nice to see her own kind again. She saw his eyes land on her shoulders, and knew what he was looking at. The claw marks of the cougar that had attacked her years ago were hard to miss. The marks on her haunches were bigger, too. She didn?t mind if he wanted to stare at her at all. A male of her own species had been something she had thought she would never see again. Ever.

Her introduction finally spurred a full reaction from him. His head picked up, his nostrils flared, and he uttered a nicker. Oh goodness. What a voice. And finally, he spoke up. His complement didn?t go at all unappreciated. ?Oh? Well.? One ear planed outward as her eyes rolled up. It straightened forward again as he bowed, introducing himself. Ryuk. And an ex General. She?d never heard of horses leading armies, but she?d heard plenty about Royal Humans riding her kind. Her own blood held that of a breed descended from war horses of old. But she?d just been a show filly.

She studied the powerful frame of the fellow horse while he was bowing. He had amazing muscles. Her sire didn?t even come close to how impressive this male was. Sorry dearest Daddy? As he rose to standing again, she looked back at him with a smile. ?It?s a great pleasure to meet you, Ryuk. I was beginning to think I was the only horse left.? Her lashes glinted slightly under the rising moonlight, liquid blue gaze on his face. She was sorely tempted to get closer, but at the moment, looking at the steam rising from his frame, she decided to help him out some. He needed cooling. She knew a spot where the crocodiles didn?t swim.

?Follow me? You need to cool down.? Obviously, Erani was rubbing off on her. She turned, the moonlight making choosing her hoof placement easier, and headed off through the land, trusting that he would follow. Her haunch injuries were brought into full, moonlit relief as she brushed past the stallion, and she couldn?t help sneaking a peek under the frame. Yep. Balls. Thank heavens; the possibility of foals wasn?t out the stall door. She flicked her tail with a good amount of pleasure as she traversed the path to the pool of crocodile free water, her head lowering when she reached the edge to take a sip. ?I?d say walk with me a while, but you look tired.? Lyrical voice sang on the still night air, mingling with crickets and night birds, as well as the frogs.

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