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Post by Pad Thai on Nov 24, 2012 1:25:50 GMT -5
They say it's paradise.
Living on your own. But is it? The large muscled body lay against mother earth's back in the early dawn. Crisp, autumn air tousled the short, blonde-white hair as lids colored of cream revealed chocolate eyes. Crixus pushed himself up on powerful legs, a yawn escaping his lips. His head bumped the low hanging branches as her stretched his neck and shook his legs, early morning light filtering through the thick brush of leaves above him. Crixus's audits flicked forward, listening to the gentle sounds of the crickets mild chirping and soft birdsong. He stood for a moment, head dipped and lids closing back over his eyes. His name. Whispered in his ear. Crixus. A chilling coldness crept over his spine as the dew on the bare bottom branches melted, drops clinging to them before gravity forced them down, splashing against his pelt.
Bright eyes flashed open.
Crixus pressed his daggers into the ground, the large stallion moving out of his small bank of shelter and threading his way through the trees. It was decided that he needed a break from the unrelenting sight of trees placed in Auster, and he was visiting some place new. The splattered stag brushed up against the rough bark of trees as he moved forward, powerful legs thundering against the ground. He was quickly out of Auster and the large blue lake was forced upon his eyes. He stopped, walking tenderly towards the rippling waters. He reached his head down, the fuzz on his maw dampening as he pulled his head back up before plunging his mouth into the glistening waters, ice cold liquid filling his mouth. He lifted his head, swallowing as his eyes scanned the banks of the waters, glancing at the sand that sat at the bottom of the waters. It made him think of the islands, that he had never so even glanced. He had dreamed about them- the always warm climate and soft sand filling the gap in your hooves, tropical birds calling out to you and exotic creatures. He knew there was a crossing point, but Crixus didn't ever think he would step foot on the islands.
Crixus was lost deep in thought, dreaming of the so called perfect islands. But a 5 mile cross? No thanks. If only he had been born there. But then would he wonder about the mainland? Probably. It was conflicting, if only he had the will to make the cross over. And if he wanted to come back, he would have to face the ocean again. It was probably best to stay on the mainland, he even had a good herd rank at Auster. But sometimes, his mind escaped him, wandering off to other places. Did that happen to other people? Crixus stood quietly, staring absently at the lake, squinting his eyes as the glare from the sun shone at him. He turned his head slightly, blinking away the white spots that lingered from the bright light.
[ooc; yay! ;u;]
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