Lazilly, a young colt made his way through the over crowded forest which gleamed with emeralds from leaves and out grown plants that were in desperate need of cutting, or plucking for lunch.
Alex gently observed the surrounding, rough oak tree's, spruces and pines fell instantly into sight all coated in a different texture of bark, it was easy to figure it out when your brilliant white coat was always getting brushed, or caught by it.
Tugging his long, silky feet feather from an irritable branch, the angeni made his way to a large tree, standing in its shade away from the sun. The shade felt relieving, the suns rays were also a pain for his eyes but not as much as it was for his mother. With a sigh, the silence was itching the two flickering ears, eager to hear something but so hesitant to ever admit it.
"Is everywhere here always so dead?" he quietly asked to himself, not expecting anyone to hear it; a light shrug baffled the two small shoulders, long lion like tail swaying, sweeping along the ground.
