(Imagine him all tiny and cute. :'D)
The dark crept over the trees in the forest. Taking over the sky, only leaving those brightest to break through it's hold. Anantavikrama loved to wonder the black nights. The dark was probably one of the most feared things, and this foal prided himself on being fearless. It helped some that others were sometimes afraid of him. Having eight eye markings, most thought they were real. But they were far from. Inherited from his mother, they were just that, markings. But only if they were real. That'd be something, wouldn't it?
Tavik (I shall use this as his nickname. Lol.) circled trees and made his own paths throughout the forest. He was sure his mother wouldn't be pleased with his disappearing in the dark. She was a worry wart. But in being fearless sometimes you gotta disobey your very own mother. She wasn't THAT scary after all. He just wanted to meet someone new, someone he could talk to. Being around family all the time wasn't always fun. Meeting new Soq was much more fun.
Stopping randomly, he sat under a tree. "Hmm. Nothing yet, huh?"
He was getting impatient in finding someone new to talk to.
