04-23-2016, 02:12 AM
herds preferable, but kingdoms welcome too if they would like a bum :|
Xero certainly had no plans to return to the jungle for a long time and so she was back to square one. She had seen her brother in Chessur and had readily agreed to accompany him back to his small herd. There she experienced the seashore – the opposite of lush greenery and humid air she had grown up with. Open, breezy beaches were overlooked by tall, rocky cliffs and she reveled in the unfamiliar landscapes.
But she hadn’t seen the navy blue stallion since their one conversation in the field. She could smell small hints of another mare and perhaps a child, but she had yet to see anyone else within this herdland – with the exception of the seagulls, of course. Xero had chosen this place in hopes of finding some companionship within Chessur. Instead, she continued to wallow in her loneliness and the isolation she felt from her family.
It was time to begin the search once more.
This time she is much more hesitant than before (although she had been rather nervous at the time as well). She hadn’t ever lived outside her jungle home, but there was no family left there for her to linger there for – only painful memories remained with her grasp.
The tovero mare would probably be a little more selective in the hopes of finding someone whom she could enjoy the company of. She wouldn’t be cowed by most despite her gentle and friendly nature – Momma Luna and Momma Sol had certainly taken care of that. Her jungle-mothers were certainly fearsome warriors and Xero had no qualms about demonstrating some of their teachings upon any overbearingly bold persons.
She settles into her chosen little niche in the field, away from the overcrowded places but not too far away to totally isolate her from the crowd. Xero is patient and hopeful, ready to move on with her life. Perhaps she’ll find someone promising this time.
Oh, it's in my roots—in my veins.
It's in my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
It's in my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
Xero certainly had no plans to return to the jungle for a long time and so she was back to square one. She had seen her brother in Chessur and had readily agreed to accompany him back to his small herd. There she experienced the seashore – the opposite of lush greenery and humid air she had grown up with. Open, breezy beaches were overlooked by tall, rocky cliffs and she reveled in the unfamiliar landscapes.
But she hadn’t seen the navy blue stallion since their one conversation in the field. She could smell small hints of another mare and perhaps a child, but she had yet to see anyone else within this herdland – with the exception of the seagulls, of course. Xero had chosen this place in hopes of finding some companionship within Chessur. Instead, she continued to wallow in her loneliness and the isolation she felt from her family.
It was time to begin the search once more.
This time she is much more hesitant than before (although she had been rather nervous at the time as well). She hadn’t ever lived outside her jungle home, but there was no family left there for her to linger there for – only painful memories remained with her grasp.
The tovero mare would probably be a little more selective in the hopes of finding someone whom she could enjoy the company of. She wouldn’t be cowed by most despite her gentle and friendly nature – Momma Luna and Momma Sol had certainly taken care of that. Her jungle-mothers were certainly fearsome warriors and Xero had no qualms about demonstrating some of their teachings upon any overbearingly bold persons.
She settles into her chosen little niche in the field, away from the overcrowded places but not too far away to totally isolate her from the crowd. Xero is patient and hopeful, ready to move on with her life. Perhaps she’ll find someone promising this time.
Xero
Nocturnal x Quark