(Thank you!)
?Cobalt?
Raising a weary head, the stallion's eyes were just slits as he found himself in a cramped area. He did not know where he had fell asleep the night before, because he was to tired to even think. He had never felt so awful about waking up, and there was so much noise going on around him, but he could not have been making that noise. It seemed a whole flock of birds had crowded above in the trees and they're chirps filled the weary stallions ears. Cobalt moved his head around to look at the back of him. It seemed he had wandered into a tight spot between some tree's the night before and the only way out was to reverse. His shiny black pelt shivered as the cold morning air swept in through the gap's of the trees and the birds halted their singing to hang onto the tree branches as the gust's of wind battered them. The damp spot between the tree's felt as if it had been washed around with smelly dirt; the musky looks, the raggity trees and the awful smell of a unclean space continued to waft around him. Cobalt's large teddy bear eyes blinked quickly and he soon, slowly and carefully maneuvered out of the tight space. He huffed out his warm breath of air and watched it turn into mist and then disperse. The stallion's eyes closed for a moment or two, seeing that he was not in the place he wanted to be, for his heart still rested with his old owners. Cobalt's fine legs was growing strong with the urge to gallop around the surrounding area, getting some excercise finally, was unbearable. The dapper boy shook his mane, the air starting to feel much warmer as the day had begin to start. The stallion's head lifted high, sniffing the familiar surroundings silently as the horses scent mingled along. Cobalt had smelt some horses that have hanged around in the area during the night, but a few new horses were visible, sleeping and grazing to their hearts content.
The Stallion's hoofs had a steady beat as he crossed the field, the dew covered grass blades licking at his heels as he went. The horses around him where the type he knew he could bond with, unlike the horses with his owner who were quite snotty to him, despite the fact he was the racing champion. Soft thuds of churned earth echoed under Cobalt's hooves as he trotted forwards, his legs compressing as his hooves hit the ground, showing his large muscles. His tough neck was high and his head held proudly, his fine mane flowing in the dancing breeze. He had the perfect posture but Cobalt was no interested in all of that. His smooth coat shone in the soft morning sun light, warming his back and making him relaxed as he slowed his trotting to a walk. Cobalt nodded his head with the beat of his hooves as he strode forwards, farther into the fields where the beautiful flowers blossomed. Although he was a lone stallion, he was still positive about himself and held his body proudly, although he had nothing to be proud about; no herd, no foals, no mares. But although this was true, he was still proud to be a free roaming horse.
