A black night | Open |

[MissParadox]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] One day soon you will come to the realisation that I want nothing, not from you or from the world. The future holds in it none of my desires. When that day comes, find me, for we will have much to discuss. Cracked but tough daggers pounded hard into the soft earth as the ebony creature raced through the night. The sound of the wind pounded in his ears as short whispy bits of forelock often obstructed his view. The trees closed in together making the path near impossible to cross and yet Zanbiar continued on, the ground below held its own snares, over grown tree roots and fallen logs threaten to trip him up, yet on he ran to no were in particular. Occasionally the moons rays would filter through the trees and shine down on the tall brute, as he blazed through you would catch a glimmer of white from his face and leg, other than that he blended in perfect with the dark bleak backdrop. Suddenly with a shower of moss and dirt the great brute came to a stop, his hindquarters slipped underneath him and he stumbled back a few steps before he righted himself. Clumps of yet unshed winter hair stuck to him in a lather of sweat and as he stood drips of it formed a path down his frame and dripped onto the floor below. The path before him was blocked by close growing trees and to either side it was much the same. The frustration was easy to read in the tense brutes frame, his muscled pulsated underneath his coat and he twitched, itching to move but refusing to turn around and go back. Throwing his weight back over well muscled hindquarters the black stallion reared up high a show of impatience and frustration, as he did his skull was thrown skywards defiantly as if the sky could be held accountable for blocking his path. He came down suddenly, before throwing himself upwards once more. A low rusty groan escaped his lips as he did, only to be followed by a loud deep scream. He let it ring out loud and long before he closed his kissers and came down to earth once more. It was going to be a long night.

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The darkness that the night always brought with it was enough to make any horse feel fear at being alone in the night. But for some odd reason, the tovero stallion didn't feel nervous or cautious or any feeling of the like. It was rather unlike him to not be worried about what else lurked in the darkness but for some reason he wasn't worried tonight. Perhaps it was the fact that he appeared to be alone. Or maybe it was the fact that he was simply accepting the fact that he had no one. There was no one that he returned to each night. No companion of his that would miss him if he died tonight. No one would probably even really notice his absences from the Earth.

Maybe it was that realization that made the stallion feel rather reckless and carefree tonight. But whatever it was, he had to admit he liked the feeling. It was almost like he hadn't been completely free until now. He knew that he should feel some sort of guilt for not working to obtain the goal he knew his mother would want for him but for the night he didn't care what his mother would think. He was reverting back to his young, reckless youth when he hadn't cared what he did or where he was. All he cared about was having fun and exploring.

As his hooves dug into the somewhat soft ground, his pace sped up a bit before he caught sight of some trees not too far off in the distance. Taking one last look up at the moon, his light blue gaze shifted towards the undergrowth before he changed direction and headed towards the woods. Expertly navigating through the tricky terrain, he knew one uprooted tree or a hidden rock could send him tumbling and possibly give him a broken leg. But he pushed all thoughts of injury out of his mind and instead concentrated on where he was going, his light blue eyes scanning the ground in front of him before catching sight of a fallen log. Without hesitation, the painted stallion gauged the leap before pulling his legs to his chest and tucking his hind legs up as well so that he could sail over the log with feet to spare.

It wasn't until he had gone a few feet after the log that he caught sight of a stopped horse in his path. Sliding to a halt as well before the two horses collided, Tux cut deep ruts in the ground as his hindquarters gathered up underneath him and he almost ended up sitting on the ground as he came to a halt. Seeing the aggitation clear in this new stallion's body language, he glanced ahead to see the way blocked by even thicker undergrowth.

"Sorry bout that. Didn't mean to almost hit you. Any way around it?" he asked the stallion, letting his light blue eyes look from the stallion to the blocked path and then back again. He felt his own hooves itching to pick up the pace again but knew it would be too dangerous to go crashing through the undergrowth that grew in their way.

[MissParadox]

So was just wondering if you are ok with Zan being potentially incredibly rude :/ Because his reaction isn't going to be a kind one. He isn't going to attack or anything not physically anyways.