Post by maximilian on Dec 31, 2008 4:38:59 GMT -5
Don Juan lowered his muzzle towards the ground, gold and maroon leaves scattering as he heaved a sigh. The stallion then began to inspect a few steps to the right, then moving forwards. Every now and again he would graze the leaves with his hoof, searching for a patch of sweet grass. When he did not find any to his satisfaction after a rather impatient search, he raised his head. His Arabian features were prominent, although the stallion was stockier with bulky muscle. His coat was a dull colour, as was the day, whereas on others the golds, oranges and reds of the Autumn season were beautiful in the stunning light. His ears twitched forwards and he made to nicker, but withdrew at the last second, instead snorting and shaking his head. To which his mane flung itself from side to side, slapping up against his neck.
He was a rather gentle young thing, just about coming into his adult years. He still had some way to go, his body only set into proper adulthood around five years old. The stallion turned his head, eyeing the leaves as they moved. He lifted his front hoof, as if a hound pointing to the prey. His body was rigid and his ears twitching every now and again. The leaves moved again and a mouse darted out from under the foliage, sending the stallion back a step at the unexpected surprise. He could hear it squeak as it jumped into the bushes, probably burrowing back into its home in a hurry to escape the rather large stallion - at least to the mouse he was a giant. He turned his head away, his body relaxing. His tail lifted in the slightest, his body moving forwards as his mandible and maxilla parted, a short but hefty neigh exerted. His ears then twitched, awaiting a response. His nostrils flared, a breeze coming from behind him and carrying his scent into the exposed terrain. Only a few scattered trees decorated the expanse of ground, bushes and leaves also scattered about. Otherwise, it felt rather desolate in this particular region.