TiLT
His body was a stain upon the shores of Solira. The young colt walked with a saunter all his own...well more of a hobble than a saunter. He showed little trace of his mother in appearance, with a body broader and more brawny than hers could ever be. Even by the time he was a yearling her was precariously close to overtaking her height. And yet despite his stalwart appearance, the youngin' still bore the signs of motherly neglect; the muscles of his right shoulder were sunken and withered . The lines of his body were nearly perfect except that one twisted fore his mother had bestowed upon him; a mistep - -or was it intentional? Who could say?
That body though...and those hard lines of his face, the sharp glinting green of his eyes...it was all just too grown up for the naive mind which lay beneath. Innocent? His eyes would imply something contrary. Something strange and perhaps creepy even. Ah yes, his mother had left her mark. And as he slowed his cadence to a halt beneath the cool shade of a tree, a heavy sigh passed his lips and the curve of his nape rubbed hard against the bark. His lip curled up slightly as his eyes rolled back, thoroughly enjoying a good scratch, which would, at least for a few moments, keep some of his resident fleas at bay...
When his face finally returned to a more normal-looking state, he cast a gaze of boredom over the sandy rolling beaches of his home.
...Doesn't anybody wanna play?
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