winterland (open) Nov 23, 2012 21:32:15 GMT -8
Post by cinnamon on Nov 23, 2012 21:32:15 GMT -8
The afternoon sun was gentle despite the season, casting it's rays across the tree tops and falling through the gaps. A dark stallion moved quietly through the great oaks, pausing now and then to lift his muzzle to the air and sniff it. Nothing. It was free of other equines, and only the occasional scent of rabbit or fox dotted the breeze. The grass was little in some spots, barely covering any ground. Instead, pebbles and rocks lay here and there, blankets of piercing white snow covering the large area. Moving aside a fallen branch with a sweep of a glinting hoof, the large Friesian trotted on.
Dark eyes swept from side to side, and he examined the area around him for a clearing. It was almost ridiculous how crowded it was, even though it was not yet a forest. Snow was everywhere, and the winter season had clearly left it's mark. The trees had lost all of their foliage, replacing it with garments of icicles and snow. Ahead of him, the trees appeared to part, their branches spreading like arms. Taking a few steps forward, he confirmed it and continued ahead.
Silence was welcome. In the warmer areas, horses huddled around each other for warmth, and he found the racket fulsome and oppressive. Their complaints were absurd and tiring, the older mares and stallions constantly whining about aches and the cold, never bothering to help themselves. He himself had left a herd a long while back, having given up that sort of life. What did it offer? Nothing. Stepping into the clearing among the trees, he exhaled, a puff of warm air appearing in the crisp air.