Cobbled streets, blossoming meadows, surrounding, and buildings all creating the setting of a city with many corners and crevices. The trees' leaves were all falling off and drifting about wherever the wind carried them, having no say in their destination and only going with it. This is where Septimus found herself, in horse form, running through the streets quickly and swiftly. However, this was a peaceful dream with no fighting or bloodshed which is all her life appeared to be filled with recently. Septimus was happy right now and hr body language said that as her muscles flexed with every movement that sent her into a fast gallop, dodging through the crowd when some didn't want to move.
Her black mane whipped through the air with force as the wind spread it back away from her eyes and snow white forehead now somewhat dirty from sweat and the elements. To most, it was beautiful never the less. Her mane as well as her tail flowed behind her much like a jet black banner being carried by a large pure ink black and white stocky framed figure through the cobbled streets. Every movement the horse made, it's hooves were there to soon catch it's weight and move the equine on faster in a steady paced but elegant looking much slower trot. Some where frightened by her large appearance in the crowd while others stared with gaping mouths full of awe to see such an animal alone and well trained. The large horse reared up to give those who were looking on in awe another stunt before she quickly moved on.
Septimus wasn't exactly sure where she was going. All she knew is that she was in a hurry to get there and obviously quite happy about it. What was this mess and charade her mind was performing while she slept? This dream however gave her pleasure and rested her mind from the others for she wasn't scared and her heart wasn't racing out of fear but rather out of her body just working from running. Another few people, literally throwing themselves out of the way, away from the fast moving Septimus. Some where she wasn't even near them! Maybe about five yards! What was wrong with people? She wasn't that intimidating was she? One woman even sent her freshly bought flowers flying through the air when she was about five feet away trying to move. However, that was a benefit. Less traffic for her, less of a toll on the time she made arriving to her destination.
However, one particular interest she took in, was a blonde headed man who was cautiously moving away from her. Like he was terrified of her or something. All right, enough with this nonsense! Septimus turned her large and dark frame around quickly and slowly followed the man down an alley far behind him slowly making progress catching up. She wasn't stalking him, but he seemed abnormally terrified and she just wanted to make sure he was all right. Was this okay for the man or would it scare him off even more? He took another turn down the alley way as the man no quickened his pace noticing his follower.
My Gods, people now! I'm just a freaking horse for the sake of the Gods! Septimus didn't know how she knew but if he was going the direction Septimus supposed he was going in, he was soon going to come to a dead end where three buildings came together with one opening in which Septimus would be blocking. If she could help someone get over their fear or something so little as a horse running through the streets surely she could help. This man gave no suspicious aura or at least what her dreaming self supposed so perhaps she could help him. She wasn't sure how following him was helping him right now. It was a laughable situation.
Septimus saw him turn down the alley in which she was predicting. Unfortunate for him temporarily but fortunate for him in the long run she supposed. He was now jogging and Septimus picked up her pace as well to stay caught up. Once they reached there, he was cornered and he knew it or so Septimus supposed. She had the way blocked off and she wasn't exactly in an intimidating position. As a matter of fact, Septimus stopped a good twenty yards before him to at least give him some space. She was relaxed showing no signs of tensions and even let a few snickers escape her mouth. Her ears were perked but at the same time relaxed as she lowered her head somewhat to the man, hopefully getting a positive reaction. However, if things went the other way, he'd more than likely pull a dagger out and flee his way out of the situation.
Considering the scale factor though, Septimus doubted that would even happen. Especially when such a large but innocent looking creature was looking at you with clear eyes and friendly gestures. Could the man even recognize these in any way? Or was she just fooling herself? Septimus couldn't tell until he made the first move. Another friendly gesture trying to be nice, Septimus got down on one knee, her other leg stretched out in a bow as if to say 'Hello'. Would he take it as a threat? Or would he consider it friendly enough to even approach. After all, when outside of battle, Septimus was just a large teddy bear when she wanted to be. Needless to say, she could be a violent individual as well. Right now on the other hand, she presented no signs of that violence in any way, showing her teddy bear side more or less. This was of course to her, for she could predict no way in which he would take it. After all, she did stalk him down a few alley ways.
