Post by Akhenaten on Dec 1, 2014 17:47:54 GMT -7
Tan stilts would softly caress the Earth, layered in debris of the signs of winter. His plumage that took form of a mane seemed to never rest as the stirring and playful tug of the breeze would interrupt what calm state he showed. Instead, the mischievous winds made it seem that his crown was ablaze, his orbs the richest of reds, the eyeliner that hugged his lids looked like charring from the liveliness his pools possessed. If anything the stallion was a curious being, his demeanor showing nothing more than a deer surveying the terra that stretched to the horizons. Taking in a deep breath of the chilly heavens, his gentle steps became more quicker as his pace quickened. And soon after, he found his pillars stretched underneath the skinny frame he supported, the land whisking next to his sides making him look like a thing of flame, or a glare of the sun.
The blood red on his flanks were something like an emblem to him. His father and his father before him bore the same bloody marks, and the blotch of crimson used to be believed as a symbol of luck, mainly for spars or wars that were caught up in the family tree. Akhenaten was a very proud soul. He wanted nothing more than respect (Maybe even the ladies *wink wink*), but his conceited demeanor proved otherwise. He found ways to get respect, often with violence and a bit of womanizing here and there. All in all, Akhenaten didn't think much of his actions. He was the 'in the moment' type of guy anyways, which may explain the lack of attention to the snapping of twigs as his racing frame tore through the sea of red foliage that laid before him like a track.
(Ugh i am not happy with this ;-; my muse is low but I needed SOMETHING to get my creative juices flowing xP)
The blood red on his flanks were something like an emblem to him. His father and his father before him bore the same bloody marks, and the blotch of crimson used to be believed as a symbol of luck, mainly for spars or wars that were caught up in the family tree. Akhenaten was a very proud soul. He wanted nothing more than respect (Maybe even the ladies *wink wink*), but his conceited demeanor proved otherwise. He found ways to get respect, often with violence and a bit of womanizing here and there. All in all, Akhenaten didn't think much of his actions. He was the 'in the moment' type of guy anyways, which may explain the lack of attention to the snapping of twigs as his racing frame tore through the sea of red foliage that laid before him like a track.
(Ugh i am not happy with this ;-; my muse is low but I needed SOMETHING to get my creative juices flowing xP)
