There’s only the seasons changing and the spin of an everlasting life to meet my sunrises and bid goodbye to my sunsets. I know nothing of the threats of a God, or normal horse kind. I know nothing of my limitations: only how to break them. If asked my interests I would reply with a smile and nothing more, maybe. Depends on who asked. Who was Carnage to tell me anything I didn’t already know? Who was anyone to tell me anything? Fuck them. Fuck them all. I’d only come out to be with the others because it suited me for the time being. When the weather changed from falling leaves to winter’s first snow, I’d most likely go back to Islandres and wait out the worst of it. After I’d gotten bored with the nothing that filled my days here, in the common lands.
Still, I searched for one minor interest that never let me sleep peacefully. Somewhere out there was my mother, who had answers to questions I’d rather not seek out from anyone else. She could be the quest of my life, if I ever wanted one. Day in and day out I swung from ill-mannered, ill-tempered discussions to actual flights over the Kingdoms, wondering if a coat color similar to mine would appear out of the blue. Like a splinter wedged deep into my brain, I could not forget her. Fate had designed that I should look for her, so I did.
It’d been years now, and no word of her. She’d either died an unknown, or hidden herself away. Worse yet, she’d probably left this strange country altogether as I’d heard of other horses doing.
I blinked slowly, aware from the flick of one ear that I was being approached, so I turned to make out who it was.
“Sexy little thing, aren’t you? Love the smile, dollface.” I winked. ‘Twas the season. “Look baby; I’m in the mood so I’ll humor you, but don’t come running to me when a runt slips out between those delicious thighs.” I grunted, happy to be disturbed by long-legged goldilocks. Before she’d come along, some randoms had been into the idea and I’d been more than eager to give it a go, but I wasn’t promising commitment or any mutual reciprocation at all, really. Slut had come up to me, not the other way around. It was my policy (after the … hundredth time. Yea, hundredth) to just be upfront. Bitches loved an upfront man.
Still, I searched for one minor interest that never let me sleep peacefully. Somewhere out there was my mother, who had answers to questions I’d rather not seek out from anyone else. She could be the quest of my life, if I ever wanted one. Day in and day out I swung from ill-mannered, ill-tempered discussions to actual flights over the Kingdoms, wondering if a coat color similar to mine would appear out of the blue. Like a splinter wedged deep into my brain, I could not forget her. Fate had designed that I should look for her, so I did.
It’d been years now, and no word of her. She’d either died an unknown, or hidden herself away. Worse yet, she’d probably left this strange country altogether as I’d heard of other horses doing.
I blinked slowly, aware from the flick of one ear that I was being approached, so I turned to make out who it was.
“Sexy little thing, aren’t you? Love the smile, dollface.” I winked. ‘Twas the season. “Look baby; I’m in the mood so I’ll humor you, but don’t come running to me when a runt slips out between those delicious thighs.” I grunted, happy to be disturbed by long-legged goldilocks. Before she’d come along, some randoms had been into the idea and I’d been more than eager to give it a go, but I wasn’t promising commitment or any mutual reciprocation at all, really. Slut had come up to me, not the other way around. It was my policy (after the … hundredth time. Yea, hundredth) to just be upfront. Bitches loved an upfront man.
Narcisus
@[Aela]
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