Post by Sepulchre on Mar 12, 2008 18:45:11 GMT -5
ooc; open to humans, but I will say this right now: he will NOT break easily, so only catch him if your charrie is stubborn enough to deal with a vicious[literally] horse.
He stood in the meadow, his ebony tresses snapping in the wind. His dark blue eyes scowled into the darkness, watching the horizon. It was dawn, and there could be seen a bright white line across the snow drifted earth. The night's darkness was fading, but slowly, and it hung in the air like a dying brother. The stallion stood silently, unmoving, as he glaring with vicious temperment into the dark trees to his left. The coyote snarled and stalked, but didn't dare approach the clydesdale, the small canine wouldn't stand a chance and she knew it. He swished his tail and began digging in the shallow snow, clearing a patch of grass. Sure, it was dead and cold, but he was bored with tree bark, and he wasn't picky.
His red roan coat blended him with his surroundings well, there were patches of dirt where only specks of snow sat, and his red-brown coat mixed with white made him look like part of the environment. His bald face helped, as it tore up grass it looked like a patch of snow. The territory around him was quiet, there were no other horses around, and it suited him just fine. His ears were flat against his skull, a signal to any to back off, he didn't want them around. His head lifted with a snort as a flock of birds sprang from the trees, and he bared his teeth with a horse's version of a growl. He stepped backwards once, his ears still laid back, and his eyes rolled in his head. Someone was around. He reared and shrieked a challenge, he wouldn't run, and he wouldn't go down without a fight.