02-14-2016, 08:00 PM
Foster
"We are only as blind as we want to be"
The giant startled, his frame stopping and a heavy hoof clumsily finally crushing a twig, making a low sigh echo from his mouth. It was rare for him. The feeling of determination, as the stallion was always the one to shyly get by with what he had. His kindness would be his downfall in the end, and that's exactly what his father had taught him through the years. It was either show your presence or fall, and as of right now, he was falling. He lifted his hoof, placing it lightly beside the remnants of the twig, almost as a memorial, before he stepped lightly to the side. His attention too focused on the death of a branch than the other stallion that had been the one to startle him in the first place. Until he spoke.
His large head lifted up, standing taller than what he had before, only to stare in shock as he met the crimson eyes of an opponent nearly the same size as him, a stallion that was large, yet not shy like him, yet not brutish like another, or so he perceived. He could only see partially through his right eye, his left one gone and forgotten, until now. It was much more difficult than he had thought to begin with, even now that his vision was clouded by the matted mane. He shook off the feeling, refusing to show his weakness in front of the stallion. He wouldn't admit it, yet he was terrified. Terrified of what a stranger would find of him. He knew he looked dreadful, just feeling the matted blood upon his skin was enough to drive him mad. And that made him a target. He was the weak, and judging by the male in front of him, he wouldn't be able to stand up for himself if there was a match between the two. And for that, it put him on edge. He had already been through a brutal fight, yet another? No, he wouldn't survive another. Yet he heard the question asked by male, and confusion flooded him. A friendly stranger? How...unusual.
"I will manage, thank you," His voice came out weak and he sighed, stepping back slowly before he bowed his head in greeting. Was this right? He wasn't sure about anything anymore. He had only been within a herd that he didn't deserve, a herd for his own, yet he had been banished with wounds only some could imagine. Just thinking over his words, he thought of how he couldn't. Not really. He couldn't manage anything, not anymore. Another sigh. He was prone to sighing here lately, yet he shook his head. He couldn't be distracted, not anymore. So ignoring the pain sashaying its way through his body, he looked back up at the stallion, wondering if he should offer a name. Why not?
"Thank you for your concern, stranger. I am Foster, and you are?"
His large head lifted up, standing taller than what he had before, only to stare in shock as he met the crimson eyes of an opponent nearly the same size as him, a stallion that was large, yet not shy like him, yet not brutish like another, or so he perceived. He could only see partially through his right eye, his left one gone and forgotten, until now. It was much more difficult than he had thought to begin with, even now that his vision was clouded by the matted mane. He shook off the feeling, refusing to show his weakness in front of the stallion. He wouldn't admit it, yet he was terrified. Terrified of what a stranger would find of him. He knew he looked dreadful, just feeling the matted blood upon his skin was enough to drive him mad. And that made him a target. He was the weak, and judging by the male in front of him, he wouldn't be able to stand up for himself if there was a match between the two. And for that, it put him on edge. He had already been through a brutal fight, yet another? No, he wouldn't survive another. Yet he heard the question asked by male, and confusion flooded him. A friendly stranger? How...unusual.
"I will manage, thank you," His voice came out weak and he sighed, stepping back slowly before he bowed his head in greeting. Was this right? He wasn't sure about anything anymore. He had only been within a herd that he didn't deserve, a herd for his own, yet he had been banished with wounds only some could imagine. Just thinking over his words, he thought of how he couldn't. Not really. He couldn't manage anything, not anymore. Another sigh. He was prone to sighing here lately, yet he shook his head. He couldn't be distracted, not anymore. So ignoring the pain sashaying its way through his body, he looked back up at the stallion, wondering if he should offer a name. Why not?
"Thank you for your concern, stranger. I am Foster, and you are?"
ooc: I'm so sorry that this is such a terrible post! Forgive me?