Splish Splash / Ferel / Open

[kailolu]

.:FEREL:.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress

    Ferel, as always, was cautious as he walked through unknown lands. There’s no use exploring if it’s just going to result in your death. And so, the big klutz was thumping down a well-worn down game trail. By the looks of it, deer, and some small berry eaters as well. Ferel let out a startlingly loud snort as some kind of bug tickled the inside of his nostril. How those little buggers can stand the taste of berries is beyond me. He thought as his hoof barley passed a fresh looking pile of berry ridden dung. His hatred of the succulent fruits stemmed from his early years when he and his friend ate them until they became sick from the sweet morsels. From that day on, berries have tightened his belly in an uncomfortable way.

    The large, but young stallion fanned his tail in the hot sun. While his pelt was not quite dark, it was not light enough to repel the unforgiving sunlight. Shade. Perhaps a dip. Ferel thought longingly. His brown eyes scanned the area, watching for signs of predators, but also taking in the scenery. He had always loved the forest, and despite being born and raised in the mountains, felt far more secure when surrounded by trees. As he passed a tree, he leaned heavily against it, letting the bark dig through his fur and itch his side. Ferel had been walking since the sun peaked over the distant hills, and his belly began to clench with hunger and thirst. He snagged a mouthful of short grass, but not before clonking his chin with his own foot. Now sore of the mouth, he gnawed quickly on the blades, perking his ears at the sound of trickling water. The now thick ball of saliva and grass caught up in his throat at the thought of a nice cool drink, and Ferel coughed loudly to dislodge it. It went down easier the second time.

    Soon enough, Ferel came across a creek. Unsure of how deep it was, he slid down to the shore and stood in the flowing water up to his ankles. With a heavy sigh, he dropped his head and took long deep pulls of the water, cooling his burning belly, and numbing his aching mouth. Still, the temptation of rolling about in the water held fast to him, and it wasn’t long before he was wading deeper in, avoiding the large algae covered rocks. Once knee deep, the large stallion dropped down and laid on his side, letting out a satisfied grunt. The cold water sent a shiver up his spine, but it felt too good to stand back up. Ferel dunked his nose under the water and brought his head up quickly, letting the water splash his eyes and cool his ears. He remained tense, however, as he knew he could not fully relax and enjoy his soak until he knew there were no dangers, from predator or horse.

word count;495
muse;60%
tags; anyone
notes; Totally failed at my first post haha. Gotta get used to roleplaying again

[RED&BLACK !]

         

SAGE

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE OLD TO BE WISE

The noon-time sun is hot on Sage's back, and as she skips toward a familiar stop, sweat starts to bead on her skin. Golden light is pooling between her shoulder-blades, and burning across duo-colored skin that she has not yet grown into. At two, the girl is beautiful but childish - her legs too long, chest too shallow, her nightshade eyes still bright with excitement. She is thinking only of her destination, the place where dirt will smooth into the riverbank, as she should.

Sage squints as she shoulders through the undergrowth, the sun bleeding into her vision. Trees bent-backed by age trail their leaves across her ribs, and twigs crackle as she walks, her steps light and confident. From here, the stream is visible, a sliver of clear water and refuge that grows broader with every step. Eventually the ground becomes dotted with pebbles, then full of rocks, and she is trying her very hardest to walk without tripping on their smooth surface. It must look funny to those around her - a bird-like filly splashes with white frowning at the ground as she tries to navigate it. Which is why when her hooves touch the water, she jerks her head up, only to find herself inches from a giant of a stallion.

Sage's first instinct is to say something, but she cannot decide between sorry and woah and oops. Those wide blue eyes are too close for comfort to the rusty-brown shoulder of a horse who is much older and bigger and more scary-looking. Finally, her brain kicks in and Sage steps sharply backward, water sloshing up across her knees. She tosses stray waves of hair from her face trying to collect herself, and breathes deep before flashing the man a guilty, almost sheepish smile. Sorry! I was...distracted.

SHIN OF GS + ADOX
kailolu this sucks for a first reply, sorry,
but i hope it works!

[kailolu]

.:FEREL:.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress

    Ferel, just for a moment, closed his eyes and leaned his shoulder into the pebbled creek bed. His thick mane was long since water logged, which pulled his head down further towards the surface of the water. He thought back to his years as a young foal, and how his close friend would have loved to spend a day like this lounging in the water, talking about the interesting things they saw on the way here. Ferel loved the water, even considering the fact he swam just as well as a rock. Part of his heart tugged him towards the far lands, to follow the sun until he came to the ocean. He had never seen something like it, but his mother had told him tales of a body of water so large that you could not see its end. Ferel, in his young arrogance, had not believed his mother, and doubt still lingered in his brain. With no ties, there was no reason he shouldn’t try to find such a place. And so he would. He was determined.

    Lost in his thoughts, he did not hear the stranger’s initial approach, something he would chastise himself for later. It was the sudden splashes that sent irregular ripples in his direction that finally woke him from his day dream. Ferel froze. A mare, a filly, a girl was standing in front of him looking just as surprised as he was. There was a sudden spike of fear that pierced his gut— perhaps she was not alone. Perhaps she belonged to a stallion who was close by, and Ferel was trespassing. This thought alone was enough to propel the stallion to his feet and take several steps back into deeper water. His obliviousness had gotten him plenty of scars in the past, and he feared he was about to be greeted with a fight.

    The young horse spoke, and Ferel leaned back onto his hind legs warily. “No, don’t apologize.” He said quickly. “I’m sorry,” He side stepped and jerked his long tail hard in the water. “I didn’t know I was intruding…” Ferel almost appeared smaller, for he was hunched over, his muscles tense, his eyes searching feverishly for the intimidating silhouette of another stallion. There was no way a pretty thing like her would be alone out here. While he was a large horse, he was quite the pansy, and would rather run than fight. “I can leave.” He said suddenly, stepping to the side again. This time, however, his hoof slid on an algae covered rock, and for a brief moment, Ferel lost his balance. His body jerked as he attempted to right himself, but he half fell, half sank in the water. Muscles burning, he caught himself after his unexpected dunk and was standing more securely now, heat flooding through his veins as embarrassment seared his bones. “I’m sorry, sorry.” Ferel stammered, both equally humiliated and intimidated by the horse before him.

word count; 494
muse;63%
tags; anyone + Red
notes; Oh Ferel...it's just a girl. Calm down.