This is a Private RP for Sibalto & Kila.
Sibalto stretched out at a flat gallop, glorying in his speed and the cool breeze. The day was sweet and bright and fine, and birds sang overhead of the silver stallion as he streaked across the landscape. Shortening his stride Sibalto plunged down a hill to a tree-spotted valley, whinnying wildly as any free stallion would. Slowing his speed he banked to the left, cantering an easy circle around the valley before comming to a halt at the edge of a small stream. He lowed his great head and drank deeply, pawing at the shallows playfully.
Tension eased by the brisk run, he casually glanced around, wondering what to do with the rest of his morning. Tashika had no need of him till later, and his lady was with her keeper for the morn. He was quite taken with this new life... Free of his tack he had wandered through the forest for much of his run. and leaves, stray flowers and a feather or two had worked themselves into his mane or tail. It made him feel like one of the Soquili from this land, wild and lively and free....
Rearing over the stream he screamed a challenge to the sky and any Soquili near enough to hear, feeling untouchable. Dropping back to the ground he pranced in place a bit, nickering and chuckling to himself.
Sibalto stretched out at a flat gallop, glorying in his speed and the cool breeze. The day was sweet and bright and fine, and birds sang overhead of the silver stallion as he streaked across the landscape. Shortening his stride Sibalto plunged down a hill to a tree-spotted valley, whinnying wildly as any free stallion would. Slowing his speed he banked to the left, cantering an easy circle around the valley before comming to a halt at the edge of a small stream. He lowed his great head and drank deeply, pawing at the shallows playfully.
Tension eased by the brisk run, he casually glanced around, wondering what to do with the rest of his morning. Tashika had no need of him till later, and his lady was with her keeper for the morn. He was quite taken with this new life... Free of his tack he had wandered through the forest for much of his run. and leaves, stray flowers and a feather or two had worked themselves into his mane or tail. It made him feel like one of the Soquili from this land, wild and lively and free....
Rearing over the stream he screamed a challenge to the sky and any Soquili near enough to hear, feeling untouchable. Dropping back to the ground he pranced in place a bit, nickering and chuckling to himself.
