Individual stones are not heroes - any - Printable Version +- Beqanna (https://beqanna.com/forum) +-- Forum: Explore (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=1) +--- Forum: The Common Lands (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=72) +---- Forum: River (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=82) +---- Thread: Individual stones are not heroes - any (/showthread.php?tid=17174) |
||||||
Individual stones are not heroes - any - Hiroto - 11-10-2017 More time, his body and mind needed more time to heal. His arrival to this realm hadn’t gone without a blast, one that had left him bruised and broken. These last few weeks he had struggled to move, even breathing had hurt in the beginning, and he didn’t know how he had gotten through these past few weeks.
But physically and mentally. His bruised body had started to heal, breathing had gotten easier and his walking had improved to a slight stumble only. Hiroto avoids putting too much weight on his left foreleg, but in general all his steps are rather short and carefully taken. Today his goal was the river. He had been there before, passed past the last trees to reach it, but he preferred the privacy of the forest. The solitude and loneliness matched his broken heart perfectly, if one would see him right now, nobody would see the outgoing and playful Hiroto that was hidden underneath. All what he once was, he wasn’t anymore. Stripped of his task and goal, shunned and punished, then kicked out. Now, a couple of weeks later he still hadn’t done anything to take care of himself. His pale lips dip towards the cold water. It only hadn’t frozen up yet because of the current, and since he had gotten past the point of caring, the cold didn’t bother him. Just as the dirty state of his body, dried blood around several older wounds and grass and sand all over him. Once Hiroto would have cared, after all, he had represented his goddess in other realms, but with that goal, that life, stripped away from him, what was there to live for? RE: Individual stones are not heroes - any - sleaze - 11-11-2017
RE: Individual stones are not heroes - any - Hiroto - 11-12-2017 ”I shall fear no evil.”
It is as if the last line of the prayer slows time, if not halts it. Instinctively he knows it’s a prayer, one unknown to him, but a prayer nonetheless. Though it’s not meant for his ears, it stirs something within him. His unusually fox shaped and red tipped ears flick in the direction of the sound and slowly his lips part from the cold water. Hiroto cannot say that the other stallion had sparked something within him, he hadn’t had some kind of interest in something or someone ever since his arrival to this world. Now he couldn’t say that any longer. He bends his neck first, then step by step turns himself ninety degrees to the side, so he can focus his honey eyes on the stranger. For a moment his – almost – empty gaze searches the black male’s features. Then his eyes wander to his body, but there’s nothing unusual except for the bare patches on his knees. A very strong contrast to Hiroto himself, from his pale cremello coat to the red lines that form intricate patterns on his coat. A few represented his origin, such as the red lines under his eyes and the outline of his ears. Others are unique to him, like the lines from his neck to his back and the bands around his left hindleg. Unaware of how he looks, personal care and the impression others might have of him aren’t on his mind at all. ”It doesn’t bother me” he honestly replies, shaking his head slowly. With his left foreleg put in a resting position he just stares at the other male for a while. The urge to ask a question feels strange, almost unfamiliar and so out of place, but Hiroto simply cannot keep his lips sealed. ”Who were you praying too?” He doesn’t mean to pry, or to get himself involved in another’s business. He’s genuinely interested, and there is a sliver of hope in his honey eyes. It’s unlikely that they worship the same goddess, but that doesn’t mean he cannot find hope and comfort in interacting with a fellow believer. RE: Individual stones are not heroes - any - sleaze - 11-12-2017
RE: Individual stones are not heroes - any - Hiroto - 11-18-2017 "Bravery is being the only one who knows you are afraid." ”Oh..” is all he can mutter disappointed. The dark purple male’s words had sparked his interested rather quickly, and he quenches the spark just as quick. Once his honey eyes had been warm and inviting, but now Hiroto can only dully look at his companion. He sees him, looks at him, but at the same time it is as if he is looking right through him. Not that he could see, the way the purple male focussed on the ground. But not all was lost. The words offered comfort, if they didn’t come from the heart of the one reciting them. ”Don’t stop..” he eventually offers. Hiroto cannot say please continue or say that he likes to hear more. He wants to hear more, but at the same time it is like rubbing salt in a wound. It hurt. Just like it hurts to think of Her. Addressing her was out of the question. Out loud or in silence, through prayer or simple words. It doesn’t matter, Hiroto simply cannot. He knows she wouldn’t be listening and if he somehow would manage to get through, she would just tune him out. He was nobody, a disgrace and abomination, and to be forgotten. His gaze still rests upon his purple companion, but introducing himself or asking for the other’s name isn’t on his mind. Once he would have. He used to be quite social and definitely outgoing. Loneliness hadn’t been his thing, but nowadays he soaked himself in it. And it didn’t even bother the pale cremello stallion. Without Her there simply was no reason to go on, nothing to live for, nobody to serve. RE: Individual stones are not heroes - any - sleaze - 11-22-2017
|