12-11-2016, 07:43 PM
karsi
I watch him as I stand there, allowing myself to be vulnerable and subjected to his inspection. I can practically see the whirl of gigs and cogs behind the soft brown of his eyes. I remain as I always am. Solid and unflinching. My heart will not allow me to feel anything and so I accept and embrace my ability to not give a fuck.
Rodrik murmurs a few words that I am not hearing. I am eager to leave the field as I am feeling a malicious outburst welling up in the thick ugly darkness that pumps through my veins. I am noting more than the horse I was born and do not care to be any thing other.
My blue eyes remain fixed on the stallion when he finally moves to start this trek to my new 'home'. One leg in front of the other, I watch the scenery change from beneath the bone white of my forelock. I have not seen much of the old Beqanna, let alone the new, with the exception of my one time visit to the Jungle and when I lived amongst the dead at the Beach but this was all new and I allow my gaze to drift from the ruddy backside of Rodrik as he sways in from of me in steady paces.
When the blue of my limbs are now stained a rusted orange and the sand stings my skin, he announces our arrival. I am not sure if I am pleased or disappointed. It does not matter either way for this is Pangea. My attention returns to Rodrik and I look straight at him through slit eyes as the sun it too bright and the sand granules are not a fun feeling being lodged in my eyes. "Home sweet home." My remark is punctuated with small smile that quickly drains from my lips. I take the liberty of giving the area another glance before speaking over my shoulder to my companion, "How long have you lived her Rodrik?" The question is short and forward as I want to know hoe seasoned the chestnut stallion is. I do not care to waste my time of ceaseless chatter but instead use my words with a purpose.
Rodrik murmurs a few words that I am not hearing. I am eager to leave the field as I am feeling a malicious outburst welling up in the thick ugly darkness that pumps through my veins. I am noting more than the horse I was born and do not care to be any thing other.
My blue eyes remain fixed on the stallion when he finally moves to start this trek to my new 'home'. One leg in front of the other, I watch the scenery change from beneath the bone white of my forelock. I have not seen much of the old Beqanna, let alone the new, with the exception of my one time visit to the Jungle and when I lived amongst the dead at the Beach but this was all new and I allow my gaze to drift from the ruddy backside of Rodrik as he sways in from of me in steady paces.
When the blue of my limbs are now stained a rusted orange and the sand stings my skin, he announces our arrival. I am not sure if I am pleased or disappointed. It does not matter either way for this is Pangea. My attention returns to Rodrik and I look straight at him through slit eyes as the sun it too bright and the sand granules are not a fun feeling being lodged in my eyes. "Home sweet home." My remark is punctuated with small smile that quickly drains from my lips. I take the liberty of giving the area another glance before speaking over my shoulder to my companion, "How long have you lived her Rodrik?" The question is short and forward as I want to know hoe seasoned the chestnut stallion is. I do not care to waste my time of ceaseless chatter but instead use my words with a purpose.
your hips on my jawline
