06-27-2017, 07:46 PM
you give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head.
Endless stretches of sand. He kicks at it with irritation, finding his good mood waning. After deciding to leave the Beach he had found a pretty little thing that had stolen his attention for a few hours (for some things will never change). Not like Nocturnal would care where he went anyways since she had somehow managed to get herself knocked up in the dark place they had escaped from. Already that memory is becoming foggy and unclear. He can’t help but look at the boy suspiciously, not quite understanding where and how he had appeared. Him and his stupid milkies. He felt quite protective of Nocturnal as she was literally the only person he knows in this world and he was unwilling to let them go anywhere without him. However, Cross needed his own “milkies” and the pretty little mare they had found along the way had been quite willing and able. Once satiated, he caught up with the small group for they hadn’t gone far. Still on the coastline, looking out amongst heavy cliffs and waves.
He’s become more confused as time passes and he has time to think. Why did the old man think he fucked his mother? Why did Nocturnal look at him with a somewhat concerned look. It seems to deepen every time he doesn’t recognize where they are so he glowers back at her. He’s a young strapping man and doesn’t need to be coddled. However now even she seems lost and he comes to stand at her side, looking into the horizon. It’s the boy that , somehow, knows exactly where they are. ”Who the fuck is Beqanna?” He mutters, annoyed again with his lack of knowledge. Being out shined again by a god damn newborn.
Taren continues talking, actually it’s more rambling, and he tunes the colt out. Snorting with disdain, shaking his head lightly as he turns his ruby iris’s to his female counterpart. ”What do you want to do?” He asks her quietly. Did she want to stay or go? It was up to her, wherever she went he would follow.
He’s become more confused as time passes and he has time to think. Why did the old man think he fucked his mother? Why did Nocturnal look at him with a somewhat concerned look. It seems to deepen every time he doesn’t recognize where they are so he glowers back at her. He’s a young strapping man and doesn’t need to be coddled. However now even she seems lost and he comes to stand at her side, looking into the horizon. It’s the boy that , somehow, knows exactly where they are. ”Who the fuck is Beqanna?” He mutters, annoyed again with his lack of knowledge. Being out shined again by a god damn newborn.
Taren continues talking, actually it’s more rambling, and he tunes the colt out. Snorting with disdain, shaking his head lightly as he turns his ruby iris’s to his female counterpart. ”What do you want to do?” He asks her quietly. Did she want to stay or go? It was up to her, wherever she went he would follow.
no crosses count
the reborn