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Post by E! on Oct 2, 2010 5:55:24 GMT
The spring was a lovely time of year, what with flowers blossoming and the rivers and creeks bursting with the snow melt. The scent of life was in the air, fresh with damp earth and heady flowers, and Iuk was thoroughly enjoying himself - though usually he would have been sulking and muttering to himself at the brilliance of the warm sunshine and sparkling rivers. It was becoming more and more common for him to leave the damp of the Moyungal and its surrounding area and venture out into the more open, spacious, welcoming areas of the High Country.
This, however, did not make him any more used to company or the life of normalcy. He still stuck out like a sore thumb. What with his porcelain coat and crystal eyes... his unhealthy appearance did nothing to help his strangeness either. Lanky and gangly, Iuk had failed to put on any weight even with the abundance of grazing. He could have looked frightening, with his gaunt, sunken features, to younger foals and horses. To the older generations, he was just looked upon with both pity and disgust, after all, he was not strange in a good way - like the creamies. Creamies were desired, wanted. Iuk was.. not. He did hold a certain allure of mystery, but this was put off by his blunt looks. Perhaps if he put some meat on his bones, he could look relatively attractive. His thin, bony frame was not exactly awe inspiring.
He huffed at the thought, ears flicking to and fro as he stepped delicately through the snowgrass surrounding the Murray River, split hooves aching. "Spring, spring and not a thing to do" he mumbled, pink lips gentle against each other. He was not a bad creature, but he was not normal - and in the bush, it was hard to survive when you didnt fit in. He had lately been feeling an ache for companionship, and thought that perhaps he might have found some kind hearted fillies at the Murray, but he appeared to be alone.
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