Dull cerulean hues were focused grudgingly on the snow-covered path before him as the dark stallion trudged onward through the knee-deep white powder, low muttered curses tumbling from his mouth as he continued on his way, barely able to see through the white downfall before him. Although he appreciated the cold and the dark, the low visibility through this storm was getting ridiculous, and he was fast approaching the limit to his meager patience.
It had been weeks since he'd seen another of his kind, and although at times he'd appreciated the solitude, his tolerance for it was at its limit. He'd sooner die than admit it, but he was actually wishing for company, no matter how ridiculous that sentiment seemed to him.
Snorting incredulously at the mere thought, the dark-winged stallion continued stubbornly through the deep snow, heaving a heavy sigh as his features once again settled into a dark scowl. There weren't any soquili in the near vicinity, as far as he could tell, so there was no one to worry about noticing his ire. Not that he would have cared if he scared them away... of course. Not at all.
