it had been a long trek from the north, foiled in several places by high mountains he had not even bothered to try to climb, but he had passed coast and river and forest and finally, there before him, there were no thickets of trees or rocks capable of hiding mountain lions, nothing to block his view. only a sea of endless summer-gold grass, shortened with the heat and dryness of august. genghis tossed his mane as he gazed out across it, and his eyes roved unhindered from one end of the plains to the other, until he was satisfied there was nothing there that posed a threat.
then he tossed his head once more and leapt forward, breaking into a gallop almost before his hooves had properly hit ground. the wind roared in his face like a living thing, and his tail streamed out behind him as he thundered across the flatlands, finally away from the parts of the land so much more suitable to the wolves, to the things that hid and waited to ambush you. genghis had little patience for those things, that did not challenge him face to face.
he ran, and the sweat built and gleamed on his pelt, and he kept running until the river he had passed had long since vanished among the grass. and then, on the top of a sloping hill like the hump of a bear's back, he stopped, planted both front hooves with a dull thud on the earth, and surveyed the land. the distant glimmer of water on the horizon, that could have been a lake; the mountains that rose like a predator's teeth to the side. the occasional mass of figures that could have been deer or elk, from this distance.
what he was surprised to find was someone nearby; another horse, their head bent to graze.
genghis surveyed them placidly for a moment, considering, and then let out a low whicker in greeting, though for now he kept a polite distance.
then he tossed his head once more and leapt forward, breaking into a gallop almost before his hooves had properly hit ground. the wind roared in his face like a living thing, and his tail streamed out behind him as he thundered across the flatlands, finally away from the parts of the land so much more suitable to the wolves, to the things that hid and waited to ambush you. genghis had little patience for those things, that did not challenge him face to face.
he ran, and the sweat built and gleamed on his pelt, and he kept running until the river he had passed had long since vanished among the grass. and then, on the top of a sloping hill like the hump of a bear's back, he stopped, planted both front hooves with a dull thud on the earth, and surveyed the land. the distant glimmer of water on the horizon, that could have been a lake; the mountains that rose like a predator's teeth to the side. the occasional mass of figures that could have been deer or elk, from this distance.
what he was surprised to find was someone nearby; another horse, their head bent to graze.
genghis surveyed them placidly for a moment, considering, and then let out a low whicker in greeting, though for now he kept a polite distance.
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Guardian of the Courts - by Atiris - August 09, 2018, 10:18 PM
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