You Are So Beautiful to Me (open)

Hostetler was ever-thankful for the Mire's safety. The swamps had been free and clear of attack or challenge throughout his entire time as king, and Hostetler had been free to procreate and spread his love of family. Upon the entrance of spring into the Homeland, Yacarians have enjoyed newfound heat and no longer huddle together for each other's warmth. Today, Hostetler found himself standing right beside the water's edge, beaming at the newly-thawed bog. Of course, with the recession of winter came the gators and other natives. Hoss had come to terms with the beasts over the years; it was their nature to disregard others.

The tri-colored stallion stepped into the swamp waters without reservations as he did every spring, ready to receive a warm welcome from those he knew so well. He continued in until his barrel was surrounded by muddy, mossy greatness. Hoss knew that few gators resided nearby, but those that did would know better than to take on a full-size stallion, especially a descendent of the great Stomper Rembrandt. No, instead Hoss found himself face-to-face with the mire's true beauty. One simply could not enjoy everything the bayou had to offer without getting a little wet. The mosquitoes were only just waking up, so there was an optimal number of them around. Once summer came, there would be a few too many for Hoss' taste, but spring was perfect. The birds had become to join back with him as a heron landed gracefully near the ripples he made in the water with his movements. A little deeper and Hoss was paddling forward, his head held high out of the waters. Dipping his head in for a second or two, Hostetler pulled out with a great snort and a shake of his black, brown, and white face. The heron took a few steps back, as the great beast had frightened a few fish away from his grasp.

Spotting a familiar log floating in the next bog through the trees, Hoss recognized the gator's presence and left the water slowly and gracefully, water falling off his back and legs as he did so. Shaking his black and brown tail and mane once fully out the mossy waters, Hoss stood tall as he looked back at his home, happy to be alive. His coat was covered in dirt and moss, just the way he liked it.

OOC: Just needed to write for Hoss, that's all. :3 Feel free to reply! <3