Word Count - 196
Well. That voice was certyainly unpleasant. Steelwing's ears flicked, the stallion laying on the ground in the grass and soil, unsure how he had arrived in the forest, whom the voice was... None of the affairs leading to this moment, and it was dark too. The male sighed a breath of exasperation as he turned his gaze skyward, to find the trees above dense... Thick with leaves and foliage that blocked the sun, should it rise, from reaching the ground, bar faint rauys of light illuminating patches of underbrush around, berries, mostly; but also small flowers and mushrooms that almost glowed from the angles met.
Steelwing disliked being called a fool, though -- but he was absolutely prepared to escape, the stallion rising slowly and shaking himself out, snorting once before looking around with ears pricking, blinking slowly as he listened for more signs of the voice, scenting the air....
He wasn't sure what to do. He almost scented for the source before shaking his head, and sighing at last, taking a step.
"Anything else, or are you done?" He heard nothing, at least, nothingn he could place on the Voice, but he still scented... Something? "Hello?"
Schicksalswende
yoooo
