I Don't Want to Hear It [Private]
Oct 7, 2014 15:54:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2014 15:54:55 GMT -5
[Set immediately after 3rd objective, before 4th (Present as of writing this). Bachelor herd is in Summer Fields]
# Gaybies and her Mateo #
Autumn was making it's arrival more apparent each and every day. Even the mellow and friendly Summer Fields were showing their less friendly side, with cold winds traveling unchecked across the grassland, sending shivers down the spine of anyone they passed by. Yellow and orange leaves floated on it's back, carrying the message of winter's coming. Grass, too, was turning yellow and tasted slightly more bitter, but not yet unpleasant and dead, as one could expect when digging up the frozen plants during true winter months.
Animals, too, begun to show signs of the changing of the seasons. First signs of coat change were already there, for horses, their co-herbivores and hunters alike. Ouray had not yet noticed the changes in his own, but knew they were soon to come. During winter, he wore an impressive beard, far more hair around his hooves, and occasionally something of a chest-beard also emerged, which some of his companions found hilarious. Ouray blamed his bloodlines - he remembered his sire being even more beastly looking during the cold months than he himself was.
All in all Ouray didn't mind the winter. It was cold and it was harsh, but it was also a part of the natural order of things, and it always passed after doing it's part. Winter rooted out the weak, forced creativity upon the large herds in their search for food and just all in all ironed out all weakness among them in a natural, if not always pleasant, way.
This winter might end up being slightly different. There were whispers of war, and things were changing, always changing now. He almost missed the simpler times when all he had to concern himself with were raids and how to survive them.
Ouray walked a bit further away from the main herd, trailing behind them. He always kept an eye on the mass, ready to run up to them if something happened, but his main concern was with their surroundings, and not the members of his own herd. Ouray was keeping an eye out for predators, loners or horses who tried to sneak off - and if that just so happened to also give him a chance for some peace and quiet, well, that was just a fortunate side effect.
# Gaybies and her Mateo #
Autumn was making it's arrival more apparent each and every day. Even the mellow and friendly Summer Fields were showing their less friendly side, with cold winds traveling unchecked across the grassland, sending shivers down the spine of anyone they passed by. Yellow and orange leaves floated on it's back, carrying the message of winter's coming. Grass, too, was turning yellow and tasted slightly more bitter, but not yet unpleasant and dead, as one could expect when digging up the frozen plants during true winter months.
Animals, too, begun to show signs of the changing of the seasons. First signs of coat change were already there, for horses, their co-herbivores and hunters alike. Ouray had not yet noticed the changes in his own, but knew they were soon to come. During winter, he wore an impressive beard, far more hair around his hooves, and occasionally something of a chest-beard also emerged, which some of his companions found hilarious. Ouray blamed his bloodlines - he remembered his sire being even more beastly looking during the cold months than he himself was.
All in all Ouray didn't mind the winter. It was cold and it was harsh, but it was also a part of the natural order of things, and it always passed after doing it's part. Winter rooted out the weak, forced creativity upon the large herds in their search for food and just all in all ironed out all weakness among them in a natural, if not always pleasant, way.
This winter might end up being slightly different. There were whispers of war, and things were changing, always changing now. He almost missed the simpler times when all he had to concern himself with were raids and how to survive them.
Ouray walked a bit further away from the main herd, trailing behind them. He always kept an eye on the mass, ready to run up to them if something happened, but his main concern was with their surroundings, and not the members of his own herd. Ouray was keeping an eye out for predators, loners or horses who tried to sneak off - and if that just so happened to also give him a chance for some peace and quiet, well, that was just a fortunate side effect.
