Owner: !magine
Equid Name: Elvis
Equid Age: 4
Height: 14.2hh
Gender: Male
Domestic or Wild and why: He would be wild, definitely, absolutely, without a doubt. For some reason I fail to see him in captivity, to me he looks like a boy who needs to be out in nature roaming freely, enjoying his life in the mountains, or else he will get depressed. I generally prefer my equids to be wild, as they are
Wild Mountain Equids and I prefer to keep them such (you can imagine how devasted I was when Horsy was going to make them ridable, and how glad I was that she didn't. I just feel like it would have taken some of these wild creature's pride, if you know what I mean?). While I have no problem with anyone making their equids domestic I let mine remain wild childs. ^^
Who is his best friend: His best friend is
Somnus, owned by Raindrop.
What season does he remind you of and why? This boy reminds me of winter because the whole atmosphere of that season seems to flow in his design and when I look at him, a certain scene plays out in my head: It is a grey winter afternoon, last night we've had some snowfall so that the forest floor is covered with a thin layer of snow. After a while of walking in the silence I reach a clearing and decide to stop for a moment to get aware of everything around me. A huge old tree is right next to me, it's trunk is of a rich, rusty-brown color and reaches up high into the sky. On it's weatherside there is a white patch of snow that the wind has stirred up from the ground and pressed against this old, wooden fellow. Looking up, I see that there are only very few brown leaves left on its branches, the vast majority has been taken by the wind. Just as this thought crosses my mind, a cold, harsh winter breeze starts to blow, shaking off four more leaves. The sky is of a very light grey color, in sharp contrast to the brown trees and branches that surround the clearing. Only now I realize that it has again started to snow and, looking up, I wonder about the snowflakes appearing not white but like thousands of tiny dark grey dots dancing and twirling through the cold winter air.
I bow my head to take a look at the ground I'm standing on, it is covered with snow and only below the trees the dark forest floor peeks through. I can't find anything colorful, it seems as if Jack Frost had scared off all the colors in the world. But suddenly my eyes spot a small green dot, and hunkering down I recognize it as a crocus breaking through the snow cover. And that tiny, rebelling patch of green color makes me realize that this season is not the "dead season". Life goes on, energy is flowing inside the seemingly dead trees, root tubers are hidden in the ground waiting for their turn, and the sun is shining above the clouds. Suddenly I realize that I have totally forgotten the time, soon it will get dark so I get up, turn around and start walking home. As I step out of the forest the sky is fairly dark already. I stop one more time and look westward, where the last bit of sunset light causes a beautiful red shine to appear on the dark grey clouds. It is silent, absolutely silent, and I take a deep breath, the air smells like winter.