The large stallion was tired... very, very tired. His ears swiveled slightly, muscles quivering with exertion. He hadn't been sleeping well. Chain, the small bear, looked up at him with bright eyes. She reached up a paw to pat at his leg, as high up as she could reach. Feeling the paw, Vidoun lowered his head, before feeling the paw now on his nose. He mumbled something, in which she responded with a small "You're very welcome!" They had been traveling far and wide, searching for someplace to settle even for a small amount of time. And despite that, Vidoun knew that he would always be run off and despised. His ears flicked back once more, short black hair falling along his flank. He peered out with bright eyes through his bangs. In their travels they had found their way to a meadow, and in that meadow, he found himself to be alone. Chain went ahead of him, checking teh area, before nodding the all clear.
Knowing that no one was around, Vidoun sighed with releif. He wanted to be able to rest, and relax. To not have to have the fear of somong being scared of him,a dn trying to hurt him or run him off. He shook out his muscles some, the branches on his back clinging to flank. Some days he felt it pressing into his side to the point it hurt. But now wasn't that time. Taking a deep breath through his nose, the mute stallion flopped down into the tall grass. his eyes closed, and his head tilted slightly to rub into the blades, before he found himself even more calm than before. He could sleep here, in this meadow... with no pain or fear, for the rest of his days.
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Persephone exhaled as she rose from the flowering vines of the morning glory, having spent the past half hour convincing it to relinquish its strangle hold on the rose bush and instead winding its self over the criss-crossed wood sticking out of the lush earth. She stretched all of her limbs, hearing the joints pop from her being in one position too long. Her delicate blue wings fluttered at her sides, kicking up the scent of the dozens of flowers around her. "Oh such wonderfully stubborn plants you all are!" Her muzzle was pointed at the sky, and she knew she really spoke to no one, but it was nice, to break the silence, even if it was with her own voice. Having made plans to see if she would find other plant-life to add to her ever growing garden, she delicately stepped to where her bag of human tools lay, dirt covered and loved. It was a simple design, one strap with an open mouth. She slipped it over her head, where it rested against her shoulder,, the tools inside clinking gently.
She emerged from the well combed forest some time later, scanning the vast open area with a sharp eye. When those soft baby blues landed on a naked branch, jutting out from the middle of the field. Curiosity stole over the small mare, and she made her way to investigate.
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