Post by Carrot on Dec 22, 2011 16:28:54 GMT -8
X. He moved gracefully through the sun dazzled forest. The light filtering through the tree's branches down onto the ground and his snowy hide dappled him, catching his mane and tail at the right moment, painting him snow white. Brown, keen eyes sought out any form of movement, and the proud neck of the stallion arched, carrying his dial higher, a commanding presence. No one dared stand in his way, he was Ichabod, the great and gifted. His hooves lifted with grace, and came down with power, all while his muscles rippled with the movement. He was born to lead, and lead he would. If he could just find his way out of the forest. This rolling, twisting place seemed to go on forever, and he could of sworn he'd passed this exact place more than an hour ago. The gray stallion stopped, head tilted in confusion. Well, he'd just keep going, surely he'd eventually walk out of here. He just needed to go in a straight line. Simple.
The squirrel, which had bolted when he first had crashed through the forest, for no horse moved quietly, stared down at the strange stud. This equine was odd even for his kind. The bushy animal flicked it's tail, whiskers twitching. The stupid fool had been wandering in a circle around this area for most of the morning. The guy's mane was tangled, his tail frazzled, and dirt streaked him, and he was harshly lean, like anything that lives in the wild for more than a week. He had a tendency to mutter to himself as well. Whatever, it wasn't his problem, this idiot needed to move on. The squirrel darted down, chattering angrily at the gray stallion. The gray stallion stood, staring at him with blank brown eyes, before laughing, an echoing thing. Okay. This guy was a freak. With that the squirrel turned and raced down the other side of the tree, disappearing quickly, ignoring the sounds the horse was making. He didn't need the trouble.
"Hey! Wait, I need directions!"
The words were a little garbled, slurred, but still understandable. With a frustrated snort, the confused stallion stood for a moment, looking around. Where was he, anyway? It was a pretty place, but it was kinda creepy, being alone. Even if he was the great Ichabod. He shook his head, he could do this! He was horse, nothing would even dream of trying to hurt him. Except for wolves. Or a bear. Or a cougar. Oh, by the forces of nature! He was going to be eaten alive. He couldn't fight off a pack of wolves, or a bear! He didn't want to die! His breathing picked up, white sides heaving with the effort. A branch snapped behind him, and that was all it took for him to catapult him forward, mane and tail streaming behind him. His heart-beat was thunder in his ears, or maybe that was the sound of his feet, who cared! He plunged head first through the forest, almost crashing to his knees once, but still he kept going, panic fueling him. Over his shoulder, he shouted to his pursuers.
" Ha! Catch me now, mangy mutts!"
They'd never catch him. Ever. Except, there was loose leaves on the ground, from the previous fall, and when the stallion sped over them, they sent his hooves out from under him, and the white stud hit the ground, grunting with impact. He lay there dazed for a moment, waiting to see if wolves would come for his life. When they didn't, he snorted softly, and rolled himself onto his stomach, and stood, shaking off the pain from the harsh impact on the cool ground. Of course they weren't chasing him, they wouldn't dare.
He, was Ichabod.
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Who he's talkin' to: Anyone
What he's said: 622
What I want to say: Forgive him, he's not all there.
Music listened to: Saturday Night - Bon Jovi [/color]