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 Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 12:24 pm
 Blades of browning grass found themselves crushed under the heavy steps of a large stallion. This stallion had no idea where his feet were carrying him, and why was that? Because of the silky black blindfold that covered his eyes.
Why does he choose to wander about in darkness when his eyes work perfectly fine? Because it made things more exciting. And that was all he desired in life, excitement. Without it, he grew lethargic.
On a whim, Bourkan made a sudden right, smirking when he felt his side brush against the rough bark of a tree. Oh yeah, I'm getting the hang of this! Avoiding that possible collision with a tree caused the young stallion's confident to grow as he continued his wandering.
He hoped that by the time this day comes to an end, that he'll have some form of awesome story to show off. A story that could maybe earn some some "awe" from his stoic father and, if he could find the feral little bugger, the Kalona who'd stalked him as a colt.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 2:47 pm
Keeping an even two beat trot, Lorenz moved swiftly between the sparse trees. He wasn't in a hurry, simply enjoying the feel of the wind on his face, blowing back his long, braided mane. He had no where to be, and nothing to do, and sometimes he liked it that way. Most times in fact.
He hadn't been looking for any company, he'd been happy to explore and run on his own. But he soon began to notice clues that lead him to believe another had passed this area not too long ago. He slowed his pace and took his time looking around. He saw blades of grass broken in what looked like hoof print patterns, easily resembling the gait of another Soquili, though it appeared to be a rather large one.
He followed the trail of broken grass, and found yet another sign that someone had been here. Though it would have been undetectable to anyone not looking for it, Lorenz noticed the bark of one tree looked as though it had been scraped up against a little. He tilted his head, looking around, reaching out his senses to the presence of another. But whoever had been here had since moved on, though they might not have gotten too far if he was lucky.
Though it had started out as simple curiosity, Lorenz was now seeing this as a sort of game or challenge. Track the whoever it is. He wasn't sure what he expected to find, but as he followed the signs that lead him ever closer to Bourkan, he began to think maybe whatever had left the trail was either injured or half asleep. The path made no logical sense really. Weaving here, and making sudden turns there. Perhaps it had been trying to throw off a predator? It didn't matter to Lorenz though, he had his goal, so he continued on.
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