01-22-2019, 11:43 PM
Nazariy was afraid of this place. Although it had all the facade of safety, not many predators to speak of, he found himself wound tight as a spool of thread, every muscle in his small teenaged body pulled taut against his bones. His buckskin coat was none too camouflaged in the darkness of this place, a place that dripped of once-known despair.
His voice had frightened him. Less what he had said than the fact that he had spoken at all; that he hadn't been able to stop it. His ears flicked this way and that for some being to come tearing out from the pines to come and tear his flesh from his bones, someone to find delight in a naive and stupid creature such as himself.
At least he had managed to piece something else about him together. The colt knew nothing, was nothing but the four days he had known of his own existence and presence in this world. His mind was as black and murky as swamp water, and all he had was his movement forward, his scattered linguistic knowledge coming to him in bits and pieces. But at least he now had a desire to keep living.
His ears pricked this way and that, until he heard a movement and twisted his golden rope of a body to look at a brown mare, one that seemed to have appeared out of the darkness of the forest. Nazariy glimpsed a pair of dark wings at her side, and new that if she truly meant him harm there was nothing he could do to stop it.
She was alone, at least from what he could see. She had the air of someone alone, too. Letting out an uneasy breath, he raised a daring voice. A fearful, young voice. "Are you dangerous?" He took a step back away from her.
His voice had frightened him. Less what he had said than the fact that he had spoken at all; that he hadn't been able to stop it. His ears flicked this way and that for some being to come tearing out from the pines to come and tear his flesh from his bones, someone to find delight in a naive and stupid creature such as himself.
At least he had managed to piece something else about him together. The colt knew nothing, was nothing but the four days he had known of his own existence and presence in this world. His mind was as black and murky as swamp water, and all he had was his movement forward, his scattered linguistic knowledge coming to him in bits and pieces. But at least he now had a desire to keep living.
His ears pricked this way and that, until he heard a movement and twisted his golden rope of a body to look at a brown mare, one that seemed to have appeared out of the darkness of the forest. Nazariy glimpsed a pair of dark wings at her side, and new that if she truly meant him harm there was nothing he could do to stop it.
She was alone, at least from what he could see. She had the air of someone alone, too. Letting out an uneasy breath, he raised a daring voice. A fearful, young voice. "Are you dangerous?" He took a step back away from her.