10-10-2018, 08:22 PM
I’m not celebrating long before I hear an interruption in the guffawing of the wilderness, birds holding their tiny breaths for a few moments as they detect a prowler heading in my direction.
I sniff, my sensitive nares drinking in the crisp air surrounding me, taking note of its freshness. Within its body hides a new scent - someone I’ve not met (which makes sense; I’ve never been to this land before). He is earthy, musky with a hint of sweetness; and as my eyes flit to and fro from tree to shrub, I find him. His skin is dark, the complete opposite of mine, with tresses that dance with bronze in the sunlight. His face is friendly, and I appreciate this. Though I’m not overly concerned of threat, I am much more of a peace-keeper than a warlord.
The stag approached with no hint of peril. He wears a soft smile on his dark lips, and I return the gesture with a smirk of my own. “Hello miss, my name is Jesper. I hope Beqanna is receiving you well,” The stranger offers with a soft voice. I savor the name of these new lands in my mouth: Beqanna.
“Thank you, Jesper,” I retort, voice whimsical with kindness. “I’m glad to know the name of this land, now,” I continue. “My name is Nakir. As you already know, I’m new to Beqanna. So far, I am enjoying myself very much. It’s beautiful here,” I admit; Beqanna was beautiful. To me, it felt like there were a million new opportunities lying on the horizon, like slumbering creatures silently craving to be woken.
My green eyes leave Jesper’s for a few moments, looking curiously around us, listening to the leaves continue to flutter against themselves. “Were you born here, Jesper?” I query, my placid gaze once more focusing on the dark stag before me. I cock a hind-hoof, my hips lazily rolling in relaxation.
N A K I R
and if you`re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones, cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
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Jesper