His new body was different. His front hooves and back hooves weren't shaped the same, and were much softer. When he pressed them to the ground he could feel everything, and the mix of pain and softness of the earth enticed him. It had taken him 45 minutes to figure out that in this form it was much more efficient to walk on his hind hooves than on all four. Once he was mobile he had been moving, coping with the way the hot sun felt on his skin. There was no fur to protect him now, except for a pale mop of mane atop his head.
His face bothered him, although he couldn't see it when using his front hooves to feel it was short, almost smashed in, and his eyes were placed in the middle. He felt like an alien. The thing that bothered him the most was his lack of wings, the precious appendages he had finally received after many months of asking the Gods for them. Now all that remained was a tattoo of a single angel wing centered behind his back. He couldn't see it, but for some reason he just knew it was there. This strange world was full of surprises.
He continued to explore among the trees, searching for anything that might pique his interest. The branches and leaves left a strange sensation across his bare body, making him feel slightly vulnerable. His old body's hide was thick and callous, able to take a hit and felt very little. Perhaps he could find something to cover himself with later on. For now he would focus on finding some food and water, he was hungry and for some reason grass didn't taste like it used to. Maybe this grass wasn't consumable here.
Before long the sound of movement caught his attention. The source of movement was much closer than he expected, causing him to make note that his hearing was not nearly as good as before. Icy eyes fell upon the figure of a man, covered unlike him and seeming to search for something. Was this man a horse that changed too? Maybe he could answer some of his questions. But first Vynter would help him search for what he needed. Quietly making his approach he studied what the man was gathering, before kneeling beside him and slowly searching for pieces he could find.
His face bothered him, although he couldn't see it when using his front hooves to feel it was short, almost smashed in, and his eyes were placed in the middle. He felt like an alien. The thing that bothered him the most was his lack of wings, the precious appendages he had finally received after many months of asking the Gods for them. Now all that remained was a tattoo of a single angel wing centered behind his back. He couldn't see it, but for some reason he just knew it was there. This strange world was full of surprises.
He continued to explore among the trees, searching for anything that might pique his interest. The branches and leaves left a strange sensation across his bare body, making him feel slightly vulnerable. His old body's hide was thick and callous, able to take a hit and felt very little. Perhaps he could find something to cover himself with later on. For now he would focus on finding some food and water, he was hungry and for some reason grass didn't taste like it used to. Maybe this grass wasn't consumable here.
Before long the sound of movement caught his attention. The source of movement was much closer than he expected, causing him to make note that his hearing was not nearly as good as before. Icy eyes fell upon the figure of a man, covered unlike him and seeming to search for something. Was this man a horse that changed too? Maybe he could answer some of his questions. But first Vynter would help him search for what he needed. Quietly making his approach he studied what the man was gathering, before kneeling beside him and slowly searching for pieces he could find.
