The flaxen liver chestnut stallion sauntered in, his head lifted so that he could gaze around. His light chocolate orbs gleamed with curiosity and excitement as the land came into full view. His tail was lifted naturally and the sun reflected off of his coat, creating a bright illusion. His daggers were the brightest of chocolates, crusted with dried dirt and minerals. His cranium was a sweetly dished shape, ending with a smooth,rounded tip for a mouth. His neck was quite large for an arabian but it arched continuously, sloping down to his shoulders. His back was medium length and straight, continuing down to his hind-quarters that led to his tail and so forth.

His nostrils flared and shrunk, his lungs filling with oxygen with each breath, and blowing out carbon dioxide. He turned to glance at a silver maple tree and he trotted over to it, and plopped himself down underneath it. His closed his eyes and rested there for awhile.

He was......

And he meant no harm to any creature in the land.