There was a short stir before the horse left of its own accord and headed off to only horses know where, for there were horse things that needed to be done and there were dresses that only horses knew that needed to be addressed.

Over the logs and along the path it set for itself the horse went. Its speed was faster than a trot, yet slower than a gallop. There was haste and there was precision, but there was no urgency. This was the horse approach.

Well, only in this instance it was. In other instances there would probably be faster movement, but on this particular day at this particular time, there was a need for something a little faster than slow, but also a little slower than fast. The horse knew as to how fast it should move and in which direction it should go. It also knew that it did not need to hurry; instead a steady, determined yet jovial pace was maintained.

Around objects, around trees, over gaps, avoiding pits, the horse moved forward steadily. It seemed almost as though it was dancing around what it needed to and of course it moved with a grace that only horses knew.

Its mane not flowing with the movement, for there was no need to give the idea of untapped power and beauty. There was no need to show off. There was only a need to keep on moving for the foreseeable future.

And of course that is how the horse moved; in an ongoing, unrelenting manner. There was more than just one reason, of course. Horse things did indeed need to be addressed, but leaving the original location was also something that needed to happen, for it was no longer a place in which horses could remain.

Well, it was, but at that point in time this particular horse knew that it had to leave and go elsewhere. If it had remained where it was, then there would have been events that it surely wanted to avoid and so off it went. It was fortunate that there were other things out there that needed to be addressed, and this was just the horse for addressing those horsey things.

There was nothing that could stop its movement, for the horse knew how to go through the most dense of forests and the most wide of ravines. There was no object too great a challenge that it could not surmount, for even though it moved at what one might describe as not being a most full pace, its actions belied its power, as this was one being that was far more powerful than one might think. This was an organism that could hide its strength with no difficulty. It was not a requirement to show power, and it was better to not always do so. The importance of obfuscation was not lost on this great creature.

Of all the horses, this horse was truly the most horse of horses.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:17:19

Not sure as to how this came to be. I think I wanted to write about a horse.

Written at work.