…[ linear ]…

Slowly the form of the chestnut stallion appears on the horizon. Hooves beat the ground at a steady pace of canter, he was on the move. The figure comes to a stop, eyes gaze about the island of paradise. Ears swivel utop of his finely chiselled head, he listened intently to the new sounds and motions made by the other equines that were near by. Soft tune is emitted from parted lips, perhaps he had some chance of staying here after all. Everything new sight, smell and sound intruiged him so much, not only that, there were so many new faces as well. Silk, red strands are flicked upon scarlet haunches.

…[ successive flame ]…