09-22-2015, 08:57 PM
He’d gone elsewhere. The trickster always returns to his homeland (it is a breeding ground of chaos, a mixing pot of ingredients for trickery, a pothole of darkness filled with evil-making), but when he grows bored, he finds his hooves carrying him elsewhere. It’s easy, really, to pick up and leave Beqanna (when you don’t feel any sympathy or love or familiarity with anything). It’s also easy to come back and move back into the swing of life (when there are few who remember you – and those who do are glad to be rid of you).
He slinks into the meadow like he hasn’t been gone for years. It’s autumn and the heavy scents of mare and stallion mingling fill the air. He bypasses the pair casually going to town (although his good ear does flick in their direction as he lankily slides past) and heads toward a spindly pair of trees twined together like old lovers. One tree’s leaves remain completely bare, the other with only a few brave, dying leaves hanging on.
Although his hooves itch to cause trouble one more, the chaos-lover remains relatively stand still under the sparse protection the trees offer. The only signs he might be curious include the ever-shifting movement of his bruised (black and blue, white and blue) gaze and the miniature sandstorms stirring around his ankles like house cats.
He slinks into the meadow like he hasn’t been gone for years. It’s autumn and the heavy scents of mare and stallion mingling fill the air. He bypasses the pair casually going to town (although his good ear does flick in their direction as he lankily slides past) and heads toward a spindly pair of trees twined together like old lovers. One tree’s leaves remain completely bare, the other with only a few brave, dying leaves hanging on.
Although his hooves itch to cause trouble one more, the chaos-lover remains relatively stand still under the sparse protection the trees offer. The only signs he might be curious include the ever-shifting movement of his bruised (black and blue, white and blue) gaze and the miniature sandstorms stirring around his ankles like house cats.
(so this sucks and i really apologize, please forgive me i love you)