Post by poseidon on Jan 22, 2009 14:09:23 GMT -5
I am Poseidon. It is easy enough to tell that I gallop a different trail. I run along the beaches and let the waves lead me where I must go. I am immortal, but if no one cares I may fade to a weary memory. As is true in the myths, I am a stallion. In some ways I am unlike normal horses. I am the god of the sea.
A mouse scurries around my hoof and I snort, my eyes glaring. How could such a small, worthless creature at the most not love water? I'll drown it if it tries to come in to my domain, I think warily, watching it hurry up the beach towards the trees. I don't enjoy company usually. Sometimes a lonesome mare or a young colt, and I've once hung nearby a small dolphin from the edge of some cliffs, but I am more of a loner. Many times other horses have talked about me behind my back, saying I have a horrible personality. I'll show them one day, I stamp my hoof and glower back. I'll send a wave to splash them when they drink. Their words are still hurtful, though. They complain about me being very withdrawn and quiet. But they do not know the half of it.
I ease myself slowly in to the water, my black coat starting to soak in the cool sea. If there isn't one thing I like besides my privacy, it's the water. Privacy, water, and nighttime are my three main essentials. They help keep me sane. I watch a long-legged water spider glide by and rear up, slashing it to bits with sharp black hooves. I hate those things. I also dislike sea snakes, but that's another story. I watch the bits float away to the shore and shudder. An itch enters my shoulder and I turn my head. Dried mud is hanging limply off my side. Shaking my muscles to flick it off is easy enough. My dislike of mud is weird, considering there are endless stretches of wet sand on the beach.
My eyes look up and stare at the moon. I silently thank Artemis for creating it so I can live in the night, one of my favorite things. A howl in the distance makes me immediately think of wolves and I shiver. Wolves cannot swim as well as I do, but they are still dangerous and should not be underestimated. I fear them, I admit. Fear is helpful though, at times, though my fear of the forest is partially unreasonable I guess. I hope and dream many a time in my alone minutes, especially about finding a beautiful mate and maybe siring a foal. I don't believe a mare would find anything to love in me, though.
I, Poseidon, don't find myself handsome but it isn't something I ponder much. My short black coat shines in the moonlight but doesn't weigh me down in the water thank goodness. I have long black legs with powerful muscles and hooves that are both sharp and shining black. My eyes are a brilliant blue with a reflection of the sea in them all the time. Wet sand is always dripping from my long, tangled but rather soft tail and mud is usually caked on my sides, along my neck and in my mane. My ears are two long, pointed and narrow black curves and I have a long black muzzle with no white upon me at all. My mane is long and black. It tends to stream behind me when I swim and gives me a considerable appearance, though I don't mean to brag. I have an arched, noble-looking neck and laid back, strong shoulders. A nice curve runs through my back and I am very strong, though being very good at swimming does not need strength of the back. I'd better stop boring you with my appearance, now, though.
Time for an explanation of why I am a natural loner. I never knew my family, for one. I was born to a mother I never knew and my father abandoned me in to the lake before I could walk. He never wanted me to kill my mother while she bore me. For extra measure as he dropped me, my father hit me with a hoof and hoped it would kill me as I drowned. He was wrong.
After several days of drinking sea water and swimming for hours, I came to land. My muscles were exhausted but I had enjoyed the salty water. It soothed me. I did remember many things, but specifically forgot how to communicate. Raising myself and teaching myself to talk again was hard, but by the time I was a four year old and newly a stallion I had learned most basic and some advanced communication.
I did not feel willing to search out more life, so I set up a life on my own. I did not know I was a god until a certain thunder storm one night. I had been swimming for the evening when the roar of thunder entered my ears and I looked back at land. Huge waves started rising around me and I whinnied in terror. A huge blast of water pushed me underwater and more kept me under. Instinctively, I held my breath. Finally, I needed to breath. Still stuck underwater I took a breath. It puzzled me. I took more to see that it was real. Before I knew it, though, I was above water again. A large wave was heading towards me though, bigger than many horses atop each other. It crashed towards me and I willed it not to smash in to me and break every bone in my body. Suddenly, it parted around me, leaving my floating there. I found out later exactly what happened but finally knew I was Poseidon, the sea god.
That is my history and all there is to know about me. Until we meet again, my friend.
A mouse scurries around my hoof and I snort, my eyes glaring. How could such a small, worthless creature at the most not love water? I'll drown it if it tries to come in to my domain, I think warily, watching it hurry up the beach towards the trees. I don't enjoy company usually. Sometimes a lonesome mare or a young colt, and I've once hung nearby a small dolphin from the edge of some cliffs, but I am more of a loner. Many times other horses have talked about me behind my back, saying I have a horrible personality. I'll show them one day, I stamp my hoof and glower back. I'll send a wave to splash them when they drink. Their words are still hurtful, though. They complain about me being very withdrawn and quiet. But they do not know the half of it.
I ease myself slowly in to the water, my black coat starting to soak in the cool sea. If there isn't one thing I like besides my privacy, it's the water. Privacy, water, and nighttime are my three main essentials. They help keep me sane. I watch a long-legged water spider glide by and rear up, slashing it to bits with sharp black hooves. I hate those things. I also dislike sea snakes, but that's another story. I watch the bits float away to the shore and shudder. An itch enters my shoulder and I turn my head. Dried mud is hanging limply off my side. Shaking my muscles to flick it off is easy enough. My dislike of mud is weird, considering there are endless stretches of wet sand on the beach.
My eyes look up and stare at the moon. I silently thank Artemis for creating it so I can live in the night, one of my favorite things. A howl in the distance makes me immediately think of wolves and I shiver. Wolves cannot swim as well as I do, but they are still dangerous and should not be underestimated. I fear them, I admit. Fear is helpful though, at times, though my fear of the forest is partially unreasonable I guess. I hope and dream many a time in my alone minutes, especially about finding a beautiful mate and maybe siring a foal. I don't believe a mare would find anything to love in me, though.
I, Poseidon, don't find myself handsome but it isn't something I ponder much. My short black coat shines in the moonlight but doesn't weigh me down in the water thank goodness. I have long black legs with powerful muscles and hooves that are both sharp and shining black. My eyes are a brilliant blue with a reflection of the sea in them all the time. Wet sand is always dripping from my long, tangled but rather soft tail and mud is usually caked on my sides, along my neck and in my mane. My ears are two long, pointed and narrow black curves and I have a long black muzzle with no white upon me at all. My mane is long and black. It tends to stream behind me when I swim and gives me a considerable appearance, though I don't mean to brag. I have an arched, noble-looking neck and laid back, strong shoulders. A nice curve runs through my back and I am very strong, though being very good at swimming does not need strength of the back. I'd better stop boring you with my appearance, now, though.
Time for an explanation of why I am a natural loner. I never knew my family, for one. I was born to a mother I never knew and my father abandoned me in to the lake before I could walk. He never wanted me to kill my mother while she bore me. For extra measure as he dropped me, my father hit me with a hoof and hoped it would kill me as I drowned. He was wrong.
After several days of drinking sea water and swimming for hours, I came to land. My muscles were exhausted but I had enjoyed the salty water. It soothed me. I did remember many things, but specifically forgot how to communicate. Raising myself and teaching myself to talk again was hard, but by the time I was a four year old and newly a stallion I had learned most basic and some advanced communication.
I did not feel willing to search out more life, so I set up a life on my own. I did not know I was a god until a certain thunder storm one night. I had been swimming for the evening when the roar of thunder entered my ears and I looked back at land. Huge waves started rising around me and I whinnied in terror. A huge blast of water pushed me underwater and more kept me under. Instinctively, I held my breath. Finally, I needed to breath. Still stuck underwater I took a breath. It puzzled me. I took more to see that it was real. Before I knew it, though, I was above water again. A large wave was heading towards me though, bigger than many horses atop each other. It crashed towards me and I willed it not to smash in to me and break every bone in my body. Suddenly, it parted around me, leaving my floating there. I found out later exactly what happened but finally knew I was Poseidon, the sea god.
That is my history and all there is to know about me. Until we meet again, my friend.
-- Poseidon
I very much enjoyed reading it.