Username: Salute The Private
Name(s): Drifting Through Snow // Sable
Gender: Stallion
Reaction to Different Weather in 20-70 Words:
Sable enjoys most weather: sunny, cloudy, hot, cold, snowy. His least favorite would have to be the rain, water falling from the sky and soaking him thoroughly, causing his fur to curl, he hated it. He could take the most blistering day and the coldest night as long as it didn't involve any rain. Snow would have to be his favorite, beautiful white stuff as he calls it.
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Picture of His Favorite Weather:
His Thoughts on the seasons:
The whipping burn of the icy wind circulating through his nostrils, the chill penetrating into his thick winter coat, the numbness of his ears, all these things are welcome to him and actually cause excitement deep within his being. The cold, the sweet, sweet cold, how he loves it so.
As he trod along, snow swirling before him like dust devils upon the desert, Sable thought back on why this is his favorite season after all. Was it the silence where only the sound of the wind whistling through the trees was to be heard? Or the sweet serenity it brings when all others are huddled together for warmth and companionship? Maybe. Just Maybe.
Spring, oh how he hated this time. Nothing but the deafening sound of birds chirping, other mammals calling to one another in a search for a mate, and the dreaded sound of other mustangs that resided within the same valley. He tried to stay as far away from them as possible yet they always seemed to find him and pester him with unwanted conversation. No matter how he tried, a foal would always find him or a lonely old mare who wanted to care for him, even a young stallion looking for a wrastling buddy. Sable snorted at the thought and continued about his way.
Summer wasn’t so bad, warm days and cool nights. Summertime was when the herds of Mustangs in this valley moved to the much larger, rolling pastures many miles away, leaving him alone to enjoy his secluded lifestyle. Most of his time was spent in his quaint ‘home’ beneath a large oak next to a small stream. The water was cool and refreshing whereas the grass was sweet and succulent.
Autumn was a time of turmoil for him, more mate finding from the other mammals such as deer who came late in the season as well as many mustangs attempting to establish a mate before winter came so they weren’t so alone. Scoffing at this, Sable shook his steel hued mane, his breath curling from his nostrils, Why does it seem that all of these seasons every creature is attempting to find a mate? He thought, Though...when she was here...No. He shook his head and picked up his pace. This was no time to think of her.
When the first bite of winter settled upon the valley, that is when Sable is his happiest. Alone. Searching. What was he searching for? No one, not even himself, knows that.
