02-26-2017, 10:29 PM
Leaving his brother and sister in their homeland had been the hardest part about sneaking off in the middle of the warm Dunes night. Amet still struggled with it, still quivered in fear and sorrow whenever he let himself think about his siblings for too long, but the brief warmth it brought to his chest made the young colt drink that poison over and over again.
He needed the pain sometimes, to remind himself why he can't go back.
Amet's thin light bay body shivers in the cool autumn dusk, the low-hanging sun glowing attractively on his metallic coat as if to apologize for offering no heat. The Akhal-Teke draws his lips into a thin line to hide the anxiety that has gripped him coldly, his young and lanky frame hesitantly moving closer and closer to a new civilization.
Beqanna's existence is unknown to his homeland. I will be safe here, he repeats silently to himself as he breaks from the forest and into a wide open field. Uncertain that he is in the correct place, our metallic bay colt meanders slowly. His dark brown eyes move quickly, this way and that, to make sure that he is not intruding upon the land of someone who would be less than appreciative. Amet's heart hammers in his narrow chest, but he keeps his thin face up and his ears pointed.
He extends his maw to the grasses and nibbles, hoping that the act of keeping himself busy will make his dappled bay self seem less out of place.
You'll be fine, his mind says coldly, but the young Akhal-Teke shivers one more time.
He needed the pain sometimes, to remind himself why he can't go back.
Amet's thin light bay body shivers in the cool autumn dusk, the low-hanging sun glowing attractively on his metallic coat as if to apologize for offering no heat. The Akhal-Teke draws his lips into a thin line to hide the anxiety that has gripped him coldly, his young and lanky frame hesitantly moving closer and closer to a new civilization.
Beqanna's existence is unknown to his homeland. I will be safe here, he repeats silently to himself as he breaks from the forest and into a wide open field. Uncertain that he is in the correct place, our metallic bay colt meanders slowly. His dark brown eyes move quickly, this way and that, to make sure that he is not intruding upon the land of someone who would be less than appreciative. Amet's heart hammers in his narrow chest, but he keeps his thin face up and his ears pointed.
He extends his maw to the grasses and nibbles, hoping that the act of keeping himself busy will make his dappled bay self seem less out of place.
You'll be fine, his mind says coldly, but the young Akhal-Teke shivers one more time.
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
