Post by adlar on Jan 23, 2009 18:47:07 GMT -5
F a u n E
You observe him. You take note oh his appearance, and arrive at these conclusions:
A dull red roan with shades of blue/silver shimmering in the light every now and then. Becomes very noticeable when the lighting is pure/more reflective
Strong build, mane and tail are shockingly lighter than the rest of him, and like the sneaky tints to his coat, his mane and tail possess the same quality.
His neck and face have more prominent qualities of a red roan, due to the more refined muscles in that area.
His nature is much like a cold breeze illuminated by the misty glows from a pale sun above. The ground on which he walks is blessed by his heavy foot falls, the nature that is his home welcoming his presence. His first impression is usually well remembered, but pay to much attention to the details wallowing around in the minds he meets and a feeling of a Stallion long lived creates the mystery surrounding him today. Not one of his encounters can recall more then a full paragraph on what they know about him, but the words used to describe what impression he left are endless.
Perhaps his mind races a little to quickly, and the intellect which he has been gifted with often causes trouble, he is a composed creature before your eyes. Secrets are being held due to his presence, and his silent confidence can all but leak out into a manifested form. An honest horse, prefers the violence in justice to the violence in unreasoned action. He is not afraid to hurt feelings, not afraid to love, not afraid to fight, not afraid to be the one in front, not afraid to be the one behind, not afraid to be the one you remember.
You pull your self together, gathering your senses.
He looks to the side, bored maybe. He exhales and keeping his head and neck on the same level, turns his gaze back upon you.
You persevere.
Where do YOU come from?
“ha. I come from Spain. My first generation had been imported there from Germany, in a time when humans called us their masters. We were used by the nobles up untill my generation, when my family took off after a particular battle in which our lords lost. Formed a herd with some local loners, that kind of thing. Couldn’t take the utterly deafening melancholy of it all, so I took off living as a lone stallion for many many years. I wanted to get something out of the isolation, I wanted a sense of the world others didn’t have. I wanted enlightenment, knowledge, I wanted to share it with whatever herd I chose to place myself amongst. I am a constant traveler, a real gypsy you could say. Only I am the caravan and the pack mule. I have lived with other herds, I have shared my life with them, none of it suited me though.
So here I am, testing the waters of herd life again. Its scary, and dangerous, but this is where I am now. I am looking for something, but I don’t know what it is yet….”
You’re at a lost for words, feeling like anything you care to say next means nothing. So you ignore his misty gaze and continue with the drilling
family?
“I have told you. Noble horses. Boring herd. Dam, Sire, Brother, dead. Some small flame is left though, and maybe one day I will find where the heat is coming from…”
His strangeness creep up on you, and you decide this light belongs in a category all his own. The El Faune’s of this world will forever keep it spinning on this axis, you decide. Without a farewell, you take your leave, behind you a strong light watches you go.
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Mares-none yet
Foals-none yet
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