10-04-2020, 11:03 PM
You've got to hurt before you heal
Summer had never been his favourite of seasons, it was hot and the warmth made him reek of the company he kept. He'd been spending his days wherever the dead lay their aching bones, their flesh feeding the earth. It did not matter to him which body it was - be it another equine, a deer, even the smallest of rodents. Where there was death, there was a friend for him. He spoke sweetly to their corpses, reassuring them that though their mortal coil had roughened their physical form, their souls were now free to wander in peace, delivered from the tasks of the living. He was unsure if the souls that had belonged to the bodies were truly at rest, but he liked to believe that somehow his words would reach them, and hoped they brought comfort the cold bones that ran through the afterlife.
Succouring the dead did have its downsides though, and as the Summer's rays warmed his coat, the smell of decay surrounded him like a sickly sweet perfume. For this reason, he had come to the river, eager to wash himself of the stench of his friends who did not breathe, for the sake of those who did. Finding a spot where the river did not run too quickly, he gently stepped forward, allowing the cool water to soothe him, a look of glee plastered on his features as he moved deeper into the gentle flow. Curled ends of black and white hair began to touch the water now too, encouraging him to dip his head and neck into the cold. Rising back up with a splash, he shook himself of the excess moisture, grinning as he did so. The slim stallion stood there peacefully, enjoying the feeling of the soft currents moving past his legs, the sound of the running water music to his green ears.
Succouring the dead did have its downsides though, and as the Summer's rays warmed his coat, the smell of decay surrounded him like a sickly sweet perfume. For this reason, he had come to the river, eager to wash himself of the stench of his friends who did not breathe, for the sake of those who did. Finding a spot where the river did not run too quickly, he gently stepped forward, allowing the cool water to soothe him, a look of glee plastered on his features as he moved deeper into the gentle flow. Curled ends of black and white hair began to touch the water now too, encouraging him to dip his head and neck into the cold. Rising back up with a splash, he shook himself of the excess moisture, grinning as he did so. The slim stallion stood there peacefully, enjoying the feeling of the soft currents moving past his legs, the sound of the running water music to his green ears.
Sympathetic Gore
@[Iris]