11-24-2015, 09:24 PM
His hazel eyes had caught sight of wings beating against the red desert sun, but these wings do not glisten and shine like those of Ima’s. Instead, they absorb and dampen the sun – an impenetrable force which blocked out all that the desert was. This was the black beast that the wild child had been scenting on the breeze.
He had returned. Their one and only encounter had not gone over well. He had been barely a yearling, scared and starved and sick. Ima had only just found him and brought to her home. But he had come charging up to them, all threat and outrage, and he had cut his Ima deeply. The wild child would not stand for history to repeat itself. He was the first to arrive after the beast had demandingly called to those of the sands. His steps were stiff and his body was tense. Munroe was well aware of how little of a threat he really was to the other much bigger and older stallion. Especially as he had never fully grown into his potential due to his years of malnutrition and little food – he still remained on the leaner side even as an adult. He completely disregarded any words that came out of his mouth. Kingdom inner workings and politics was never something that the wild child would ever take an interest in. He was a simple creature. But he would never forget the hurt that had been on Ima’s face because of him. His eyes were narrowed and his expression fully expressed his hate. He was completely out of his league and intimidated beyond belief. But this was for Ima. That thought alone would always give Munroe his backbone and the audacity to stand up to all scary things. He stood but a mere foot away from the beast and stared hard at him for a good while. He only had one thing to say to him. A simple yet childish accusation. “You hurt Ima.” |
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he's a little shit. anywho. no castes for him. just plop his little butt under residents pleaseeeeee <33