The Nomad, [open]

[sast]

I am but a mere nomad,
a lowly traveler.
Just a cloud drifting through the sky,
but I come with a dark, and stormy past.

There he stood on the edge of the field. The large creature was shrouded by the dark shadows cast by the many trees that made up the bordering forest. Should he venture further? Or should he stay put to avoid any conflict say this land was claimed by a stallion? He turned towards the forest and entered a few steps into its quiet body before sharply turning back to face the voluptuous golden pasture. The stallion kept his ears erect and focused on the pasture, occasionally angling them to focus on a distant noise. After many moments of standing still while surveying the surrounding area for signs of life, he lowered his head to the ground and grazed on the nearly dry grass. It was hardly filling though it would have to do for now. It was autumn, of course.

His stance softened to a somewhat leisurely posture, but the hint of anxiousness was still present. Perhaps it had something to do with the eerie stillness of the meadow, or maybe even the lack of audible noise. Though, the horse did travel from a much noisier land. The wind blew its frigid breath over the land, tossing the dying grass and the stallion’s mane and tail violently around. His flanks quivered as the cold fingers of the oncoming season grazed his sides. Although being from a colder, snow covered land where every day was many degrees below freezing, the draft mix winter coat was still meager compared to what it had been. Of course, that was only a consequence of staying in a land with a much warmer climate for a year.

He lifted his head back to its previous position. He still felt uneasy here, especially with the lack of knowing if he was being watched. He took a few hesitant steps deeper into the vast meadow, occasionally turning his head to either side of him to see if there were any horses who have managed to be overlooked. His unease was quite obvious, though his reason wasn’t. He was a few pounds underweight and weak from the journey he just ended, though not fatally so. He seemed healthy enough, with his ribs faintly showing, but any journey would take some sort of toll on any horse. Once a few meters into the meadow, the stallion gradually came to a stop. He lowered his head to graze once more but dropped his guard this time, positive that he was alone here.

Will this seed floating in the wind
find a home to settle in and grow,
Or will it become an ever rolling tumbleweed
and continue on its path of solitude?

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Words -- 412 excluding the italicized words.
Character -- Perceri
Tags -- Anyone!
Side notes -- I don't think this was a very good opening post, though I never was good at opening threads.

[galadriel]

Galadriel, the only horse that escapes socializing, or so she thought. She loafted through the forest making every bit of noise as she could, though not in her nature to make noise, she was a bit edgy from a chattering squirrel that kept throwing acorns at her. As she stalked through the forest to a clearing of grass, Gala noticed a bigger figure lurking with his head down. she shifted her weight, he was also a draft horse appearently. Though, a diffrent kind that was never seen, she thought that he might be a mixture like her father was, whatever it was she didn't care much.

Galadriel studied his movements hesitantly. She was very agressive to any stallion that dared to harm her so she wasn't very sure of this one. Her grass green pupils flickered through the shaded trees as she stepped partily out of them into the sun's rays. She was still keeping her eyes on the stranger as she wandered out into the open. Her harlequin coat shining both negative and postivally, like a ying yang.

The gypsy vanner mare walked as silently now as her hooves could be and carried her body over to the stallion, stopping at around thirty feet away. She didn't know if he noticed her but just in case, she would make her presence known. Not by talking or introducing, oh no, just by simply pretending to do something. So, Galadriel lowered her black and white painted head to the ground and began to graze looking up once in a while to check with her grass green orbs.

[sast]

I am but a mere nomad,
a lowly traveler.
Just a cloud drifting through the sky,
but I come with a dark, and stormy past.

Perceri’s solitude lasted only moments before another horse entered the meadow. He had heard the ruckus caused by the mare as she trudged through the neighboring forest though lifted his head to half mindedly look for whatever made the sounds. Of course, he completely missed his mark and ended up looking in the wrong direction. Even as she approached, Perceri was quite oblivious to her presence. That is, until she began grazing only a few lengths away from him. Startled by the spontaneous company, he half way kicked his back hooves and moved away from her. As he turned to angle the side of his body towards her, he was astonished to see that it was not, in fact, a cougar or other predator but a mare.

Perceri was still on edge from the surprise encounter, which was very evident in his body language and an emotion he would much rather keep hidden. He looked around nervously for the stallion that she belonged to, although to his amazement, she seemed to be alone. Mustering up all the courage he could, he decided to actually talk for once. “Who are you?” he began, “And why did you think it was a good idea to sneak up on someone?” He did not know much about starting conversations, which was something he rarely had, though tried his best to speak to her without breaking out into one of his lengthy speeches.

“I am sorry if I came off as someone so easily surprised earlier. I am much less of the type to so exaggeratedly express myself through the use of my own body. But, if you can sympathize with me, I am not from around here thus making me not act like myself. However, you probably wouldn’t know my true self since we have just met,” he said, obviously not able to stop himself from possibly boring the mare. “Ehem, excuse my rambling and overall lack of decency and manners. I am Perceri,” he introduced himself.

Will this seed floating in the wind
find a home to settle in and grow,
Or will it become an ever rolling tumbleweed
and continue on its path of solitude?

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Words -- 321 excluding the italicized words.
Character -- Perceri
Tags -- Galadriel [Ruby], anyone!
Side notes -- I am incredibly tired, so I may go back over and correct any mistakes I made.

[galadriel]

Galadriel backed away some few feet, getting enough space between the tsallion and herself since he just barely missed kicking her in the face. She snorted shaking out her black on white and white on black mane narrowing her eyes slightly at the misfortunate approach.

"That wasn't very nice you know. I wasn't sneaking up on you I was just curious, and my names Galadriel..", the gypsy vanner's defense was fully up now since she had just been mistakenly attacked. But she knew it wasn't his fault since she suddenly rampaged through and must have scared him.

She relaxed some hearing that he had calmed down at least in some form, but he still was stressed. Perking her ears and listening, he said his name after the string of words he was rambling before. Perceri, a strange yet nice name, she had an equally nice one just longer. "Nice to meet you Perceri. I'm just going to say that no, I don't have a stallion that I belong to, I'm a, how do you say, loner I guess. I despise being owned..", she didn't like to after all.

The mare watched him, still distressed as well, we were both distressed after all and this might not work out as she tohught it would. He didn't seem like the type to be friendly most of the time, but he was at least, a gentleman. Galadriel studied the draft flipping her ears half way up, unsure.