08-31-2016, 10:17 PM
Wow. He almost couldn't believe he was back here again. The Jungle and her wondrous and massive expanse of heat and life. She had always been beautiful to him. Home. His birthplace, in fact, although it'd been years since he'd entered her borders as he was doing now. The humid heat washed over him like a welcome blanket of familiarity. He breathed in deep and closed his eyes for a moment, letting all the scents of the place soak in. A sense of nostalgia flooded him, causing his heart to flutter the way it always did when he came back from a long trip. Simeon was always the wanderer, following that deep inner desire calling from deep within to discover something new and different. Sooner or later he always returned home.
A smile trickled over his dark lips, and rich brown eyes lifted to the trees that reached high overhead, interlocking branches allowing bits of sunlight to shine through to lay patterns across the floor. As pleasant as the memories he had here were, nothing could stop the flow of solemnity that caused him to swallow hard and an aching twist in his gut. His parents were gone from the living world, gone from the Jungle, though they had been such a big part of its history. Scorch; the thought of his mother drew a chuckle from him. Some missed her, and more probably didn't, but Simeon loved the bald, flaming woman more than life. It deeply saddened him that he hadn't spent more time with them while they were alive, although that was time he could never retrieve. At least he could visit them now and again in the afterlife, and he was incredibly thankful that they had each other there. Their love for each other was something he longed to feel for himself one day.
Shaking off his musings, the bay roan stallion of middle age continued along paths long burned into his memory, into the heart of the Jungle where the scents of the inhabitants grew stronger. Scents he no longer recognized, but was eager to meet. He hoped the new members would be welcoming of him, a tall and strong male in the ranks of many strong and willful females. The Jungle had always been his home, a place he could always return, so he couldn't imagine settling in anywhere else. Coming to a halt at the edge of a small clearing where he'd be easily seen, he didn't bother to send out a call. He knew that, if he was correct, someone (or someones) had already become aware of his presence and was likely en route to meet him and inquire of his intentions. Briefly he wondered if he should have waited at the border for a welcome, but it was too late now. Better to ask forgiveness than permission? And so he waits.
(Sorry this is crappy, it's been over a year since I've written anything lol)
A smile trickled over his dark lips, and rich brown eyes lifted to the trees that reached high overhead, interlocking branches allowing bits of sunlight to shine through to lay patterns across the floor. As pleasant as the memories he had here were, nothing could stop the flow of solemnity that caused him to swallow hard and an aching twist in his gut. His parents were gone from the living world, gone from the Jungle, though they had been such a big part of its history. Scorch; the thought of his mother drew a chuckle from him. Some missed her, and more probably didn't, but Simeon loved the bald, flaming woman more than life. It deeply saddened him that he hadn't spent more time with them while they were alive, although that was time he could never retrieve. At least he could visit them now and again in the afterlife, and he was incredibly thankful that they had each other there. Their love for each other was something he longed to feel for himself one day.
Shaking off his musings, the bay roan stallion of middle age continued along paths long burned into his memory, into the heart of the Jungle where the scents of the inhabitants grew stronger. Scents he no longer recognized, but was eager to meet. He hoped the new members would be welcoming of him, a tall and strong male in the ranks of many strong and willful females. The Jungle had always been his home, a place he could always return, so he couldn't imagine settling in anywhere else. Coming to a halt at the edge of a small clearing where he'd be easily seen, he didn't bother to send out a call. He knew that, if he was correct, someone (or someones) had already become aware of his presence and was likely en route to meet him and inquire of his intentions. Briefly he wondered if he should have waited at the border for a welcome, but it was too late now. Better to ask forgiveness than permission? And so he waits.
(Sorry this is crappy, it's been over a year since I've written anything lol)
