Solanis
02-24-2018, 05:53 AM
He had been travelling for about a day. Ever since his departure from the Portal and the strange encounter with Valkyrie and Roscorro; he had decided to set aside some time for himself to think. His only company was Leroy, the mechanical spider that often remained hidden in his mane and slumbered until something interesting was about. He felt as if he too was like this, keeping to himself and remaining in the shadows until there was something worth chasing after. Vynter was a curious yearling, and he likely be curious for the rest of his life.
He was one to question why everything worked the way it did and how. How the water moved itself along the stream and why it had chosen the direction it did. Or why birds seemed to sing more in the morning and what the purpose was of them doing it. These thoughts ran through his mind like a tape recording; varying slightly in subject but always the same; why why why why why. Yet the colt did not always get the answer to his question why when he asked; and so he made it a personal goal for himself to find out "why" for himself.
But he couldn't answer that question right now; because before he knew it there was another in his presence. Turning his skull in the fellow brute direction he blankly stared, studying him with calm blue eyes that were intense in their own way. Before he could stop himself he was moving, and his body was gliding on the ice that formed beneath his hooves as he closed the distance between the two males effortlessly. It seemed that believe it or not the ice often times made Vynter more graceful than he should be. With a simple flick of his tail he was shifting more to one side than the other, and he began to use his tail almost like an oar until he was finally right beside the ivory brute.
Coming to a complete stop the boy quietly studied the man before him with his icy blues. The sun was sweltering here, causing sweat to form upon the boy's grullo hide and cause his wing feathers to wilt in an unpleasant way. Although the colt would likely never use them, it didn't change the fact that the temperature was so unbearable that ones feathers began to wither away like dying flowers. Yet even was the sweltering heat pelted against his coat the boy was still optimistic; and as time went on he continued to study Rixen with those intense blue eyes.
He was one to question why everything worked the way it did and how. How the water moved itself along the stream and why it had chosen the direction it did. Or why birds seemed to sing more in the morning and what the purpose was of them doing it. These thoughts ran through his mind like a tape recording; varying slightly in subject but always the same; why why why why why. Yet the colt did not always get the answer to his question why when he asked; and so he made it a personal goal for himself to find out "why" for himself.
But he couldn't answer that question right now; because before he knew it there was another in his presence. Turning his skull in the fellow brute direction he blankly stared, studying him with calm blue eyes that were intense in their own way. Before he could stop himself he was moving, and his body was gliding on the ice that formed beneath his hooves as he closed the distance between the two males effortlessly. It seemed that believe it or not the ice often times made Vynter more graceful than he should be. With a simple flick of his tail he was shifting more to one side than the other, and he began to use his tail almost like an oar until he was finally right beside the ivory brute.
Coming to a complete stop the boy quietly studied the man before him with his icy blues. The sun was sweltering here, causing sweat to form upon the boy's grullo hide and cause his wing feathers to wilt in an unpleasant way. Although the colt would likely never use them, it didn't change the fact that the temperature was so unbearable that ones feathers began to wither away like dying flowers. Yet even was the sweltering heat pelted against his coat the boy was still optimistic; and as time went on he continued to study Rixen with those intense blue eyes.
Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
