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Jensen stumbled as he sneezed and muttered an angry curse. A chill had set into the valley and it had made its way into his chest...on his first night alone. Jensen cursed again at his bad luck. He felt utterly ridiculous. He was supposed to be a stallion, and he felt more like a meek lamb. Finally looking up, he noticed he’d made his way across a seemingly abandoned man-made building. His ears perked up in interested and he warily continued forward. Sniffing through his congested nose (another curse) he felt comfortable that there were no stray humans about.

A wind blew down from the mountains and made him shiver violently. Quickening his pace, he found the lee of the building and settled down out of the breeze. It was only marginally warmer here, but he’d take what he could get. He shifted where he lay until he was more comfortable and laid his head down in the dying grass. His eyes felt heavy and he sighed heavily, not admitting to himself how badly he missed the warmth and company of the herd. His thoughts wandered to Avery and he wondered where she was now. But that though soon turned bitter and he pushed it away angrily. She could probably care less where he was or how he was doing...why should he care about her?

Curling in on himself, he sighed again as he let his eyes drift closed. He would rest here for a few short hours before continuing to...somewhere. Maybe he’d join up with a group of other bachelors. Or he’d get lucky and find a mare to start his own herd. He hated to admit, even in private to himself, but he didn’t enjoy being by himself as much as he’d thought he would. There was a deep, aching loneliness in his chest, right alongside the cold, and he hated it.

Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

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Stallion: Jensen (#85-2)

In response to: On his first night on his own, Jensen gets sick from the cold and seeks shelter by a man made structure.

Art Features: Jensen
Story Features: Jensen
Word Count: 324

Aging:
Healing: Jensen (1/1)
Pregnancy:
Items Used: N/A

Other Notes: Idiot went and got himself sick right off the bat. Tsk tsk. So I totally cheated and used a wood texture off of google because I can NOT draw buildings. I overlayed the wood on what a drew and this is the result. Eh.

Description

Jensen stumbled as he sneezed and muttered an angry curse. A chill had set into the valley and it had made its way into his chest...on his first night alone. Jensen cursed again at his bad luck. He felt utterly ridiculous. He was supposed to be a stallion, and he felt more like a meek lamb. Finally looking up, he noticed he’d made his way across a seemingly abandoned man-made building. His ears perked up in interested and he warily continued forward. Sniffing through his congested nose (another curse) he felt comfortable that there were no stray humans about.

A wind blew down from the mountains and made him shiver violently. Quickening his pace, he found the lee of the building and settled down out of the breeze. It was only marginally warmer here, but he’d take what he could get. He shifted where he lay until he was more comfortable and laid his head down in the dying grass. His eyes felt heavy and he sighed heavily, not admitting to himself how badly he missed the warmth and company of the herd. His thoughts wandered to Avery and he wondered where she was now. But that though soon turned bitter and he pushed it away angrily. She could probably care less where he was or how he was doing...why should he care about her?

Curling in on himself, he sighed again as he let his eyes drift closed. He would rest here for a few short hours before continuing to...somewhere. Maybe he’d join up with a group of other bachelors. Or he’d get lucky and find a mare to start his own herd. He hated to admit, even in private to himself, but he didn’t enjoy being by himself as much as he’d thought he would. There was a deep, aching loneliness in his chest, right alongside the cold, and he hated it.

Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

~~~~~~

Stallion: Jensen (#85-2)

In response to: On his first night on his own, Jensen gets sick from the cold and seeks shelter by a man made structure.

Art Features: Jensen
Story Features: Jensen
Word Count: 324

Aging:
Healing: Jensen (1/1)
Pregnancy:
Items Used: N/A

Other Notes: Idiot went and got himself sick right off the bat. Tsk tsk. So I totally cheated and used a wood texture off of google because I can NOT draw buildings. I overlayed the wood on what a drew and this is the result. Eh.