Post by tingara on Oct 22, 2008 2:39:29 GMT
Lazily a black stallion grazed in the cooling air of a summers evening atop the rise of a hill. The gold of the setting sun shone of his now short coat, doing well to hide the many scars he had obtained last spring. Tingara’s body had only just really recovered from the close fight with Maluka. His joints and fetlocks no longer ached when he moved and his fur had grown back where is brother had ripped it out. Though there were the scars that Tingara would carry with him for the rest of his life. The tooth marks on his withers and the deep hoof cuts along his back and on his face. Remarkably the black held no thoughts of malice against Maluka; he had beaten him in a fight that was bound to have happened sooner or later.
Tingara yawned as the sun continued to set, casting gold light through the gum trees. Everything was so peaceful. Below him the mares grazed peacefully. There was a new addition that had shocked Tingara when he’d regained consciousness last spring. Fira was once again with them and even though she hadn’t much changed, Tingara was glad she was back. Around the mares darted the new and last year’s foals, happily playing together. Though the stallion did note that a few older ones were missing but that was to be expected.
Everything felt perfect today, the nice weather, and the fact that he was alive and his mares were still with him, his new sons and daughters. Silently he thanked Yarraman’s spirit for the wonderful valley that had offered so much shelter and protection from the wild weather of the last few months. Out of habit Tingara gave a loud call from the hill to check up on the mares and foals.
Tingara yawned as the sun continued to set, casting gold light through the gum trees. Everything was so peaceful. Below him the mares grazed peacefully. There was a new addition that had shocked Tingara when he’d regained consciousness last spring. Fira was once again with them and even though she hadn’t much changed, Tingara was glad she was back. Around the mares darted the new and last year’s foals, happily playing together. Though the stallion did note that a few older ones were missing but that was to be expected.
Everything felt perfect today, the nice weather, and the fact that he was alive and his mares were still with him, his new sons and daughters. Silently he thanked Yarraman’s spirit for the wonderful valley that had offered so much shelter and protection from the wild weather of the last few months. Out of habit Tingara gave a loud call from the hill to check up on the mares and foals.
