Post by Reta on Aug 15, 2010 16:07:07 GMT -5
RETADOR;
the sea of wheaten colored grass waved back and forth in a sort of
mesmerizing way. retador watched it for a bit from the edge of the field,
but not quite ready to step out in the open. he hid in the shadows, his
dark, rich bay color hiding him well. his nostrils flared, and smiled a bit
as he breathed in. this place was empty - of horses atleast. the air was
still, and for a small moment everything was quiet. retador took that as
his cue.
he took his first step into the field, the yellow grass making him look all
that darker. the grass was rich in smell, promising nutrients and
energy. but retador wasn't hungry... at least not for grass. the sun
blocked out momentarily as he walked under one of the rare oak trees.
he was about a quarter of a way to the middle of the yellow pasture
when he stopped. a few doves scattered in flight. retador raised his
head, and pulling himself off of his front legs and onto his hinds, his
muscular diaphragm pushed out a cry. there was no doubt that he had
just claimed goldenrod pasture. he lingered on his hinds for a moment
longer, listening to his call echo back at him from the lush trees
bordering the plains. he felt roots and earth tear under his front hooves
as he landed heavily.
NO MUSE KILL ME.
I COULDN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF HER;
BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I TOOK OFF THAT NIGHT;
the sea of wheaten colored grass waved back and forth in a sort of
mesmerizing way. retador watched it for a bit from the edge of the field,
but not quite ready to step out in the open. he hid in the shadows, his
dark, rich bay color hiding him well. his nostrils flared, and smiled a bit
as he breathed in. this place was empty - of horses atleast. the air was
still, and for a small moment everything was quiet. retador took that as
his cue.
he took his first step into the field, the yellow grass making him look all
that darker. the grass was rich in smell, promising nutrients and
energy. but retador wasn't hungry... at least not for grass. the sun
blocked out momentarily as he walked under one of the rare oak trees.
he was about a quarter of a way to the middle of the yellow pasture
when he stopped. a few doves scattered in flight. retador raised his
head, and pulling himself off of his front legs and onto his hinds, his
muscular diaphragm pushed out a cry. there was no doubt that he had
just claimed goldenrod pasture. he lingered on his hinds for a moment
longer, listening to his call echo back at him from the lush trees
bordering the plains. he felt roots and earth tear under his front hooves
as he landed heavily.
NO MUSE KILL ME.
I COULDN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF HER;
BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I TOOK OFF THAT NIGHT;