Here is just a little blurb from one of the new Beautiful Creatures characters…
It seemed only fitting to share him on Father’s Day!
He was an unusual fellow. His upper body like that of a stone statue kept him cloaked within his ocean habitat as he watched carefully with his eyes that independently investigated his surroundings. The static curvature of his head and body were divergent to the graceful mouvement of his tail as he gently wrapped it around the swaying sea grass.
There were three different herds of his particular kind the Knysna, Swartvlei and Keurbooms. Knysna was the native home of all these herds whereas the Swartvlei and Keurbooms herds were newer settlements. It was the beginning of the summer breeding season and his partner had just transferred her eggs to his pouch. He would carry them for the next three weeks before giving birth to several young. During his pregnancy he would become quite sedentary for weeks at a time. However, his mate would make daily visits to be with him. He loved and looked forward to these circadian encounters which helped to reinforce their bond. Her visits would also ensure that they were reproductively in harmony during the summer months. The diurnal sacred dance with his lifelong mate was his favourite part of the day. They would come together entwining their tails in a gentle union as she would tell him of her happenings since last they had danced together…
Lives of the wild to wild lives; what can we learn from the beings that surround us?
Sunday 15 June 2014
Sunday 8 June 2014
Sunday 1 June 2014
The Talented Miss Mariska
Her freedom was thanks to her stable mate Mariska. Amore’s
spirit was broken when she had been placed in the confines of her stall. Her
spirit had been battered to the point that she accepted her imprisoned fate
without a struggle. A few years had passed devoid of the companionship of
another and she grew accustomed to the routine of the day in the barn. The door
would open with the rising sun. A sudden flash of light would blind her as she
slowly felt the warm air spill in with the sun’s rays. The clank of the gate
was a signal that she would soon have the weight of the saddle upon her and the
tightening of the straps before the stirrups felt to her sides. She enjoyed the
preparation that happened prior to the discomfort of the gear that made her
feel even more trapped, like the hard cold bit that pulled unpleasantly at her
jaw.
Today was different… With the clank of the gate she edged
forward in anticipation for the grooming that always came before the placement
of the riding gear only to be greeted by another horse being escorted into her
stall. This new horse was smaller in stature than Amore but far livelier. It
was not long before Mariska’s mischievous behaviour had Amore intrigued and
reignited her passion for adventure!
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