The great stallion paused, head lifting to gaze up through the foliage to where the moon's glow cast the world in soft silver shades. His breath puffed softly, forming a faint mist as it drifted from his nose like a ghost, there and then gone, dissipating into the still air of the open forest. Pale ears pricked forwards before he slowly lowered his head, hair that was a glossy dark green in the day but appeared as black as the night sky above, drifted forwards over his eyes. The stallion's shadowy gaze moved slowly over the forest around him, their colour matching the dark shadows that lingered under leaf and bough.
Heavily feathered hooves resumed their slow beat as the large stallion continued along the path. His coat, pure white by day, carried a silver colour and fair glowed in the moon's soft light, dappled by velvet shadows. Though such a colour would be a beacon in the darkness, the stallion's sheer size and obvious strength kept any predator from trying to disturb him.
Large, powerful wings were tucked neatly at his sides, kept out of the way as the stallion traversed the woodland. Glossy dark mane and tail long enough to frequently get in the male's way, and the dark swathes of fabric that encircled the pale body set him apart from many of the soquili that lived in the area. Emerging onto the gently sloping beach of sand the large stallion unfurled his wings, letting the pale dark-tipped feathers flutter and settle in the chill night air as he prepared to take to the skies.
Standing there, bathed in the moon's silver glow, a shimmering white statue with his massive wings extended out to his sides and handsome, heavy head lifted to the stars, the stallion looked more like some ancient statue, or perhaps one of the spirits come down to walk the earth for a single night, than a flesh and blood soquili male.
