Symphony of Silence. -Open-

- There is wonder even within the darkest of hearts.

Large black hooves sank into the ground inches with each step of my massive frame, the bulk of muscle and thick bone moved easily, almost lithe over the grand expanse of white, puffy snow. Surprising in the elegance for the shear breadth and height of the hulking mass that I was. Nineteen hands of draft bearing with the foreboding egotistical presence that stallions in their prime carried with them as if a shield to protect themselves from the onslaught of everyday meetings with females. My head was arched, long neck thick with muscle and shining khole black in the hot sun rays that beat down from the golden celestial being above. Surprisingly the land was starting to thaw early and the heat was welcome against my body. I trotted forward, there was not a single ounce of Arabian, trotter or any other fancy blood-line within my soul but still I could dance with the best of them. I knew when and where to place my legs that so easily journeyed me over the terrain. My long, slightly waving mane and tail echoed behind me, lifted up by the slight breeze that played through the evergreens and with my own forward movement. The tendrils were stark in their difference for they were each of obsidian and ivory. My crimson eyes drifted over the space before me, black slits devouring and memerising each whispered thoughts about.

Even though the land was warming my breath still gushed out in great waves of smoked air much like a dragon. On impulse a harsh sound of a nay echoed up from my throat, dancing through the forest and playing with the faint traces of snow upon their branches. I called out to no one but still wondered if anyone would answer. So with a heavy sigh I stopped mid motion and set my ears to perking this way and that in attention.