07-21-2019, 12:33 PM
it's HELL on earth and the city's on FIRE Camdyn, the crimson stallion, is an old soul. But he is himself in all the sense that he can be. If that made any sense. But there is something burrowing beneath his chest that breaks all lines of rights and wrongs. Maybe it is just the feeling of being in a new place and the afternoon sun playing with his head and his heart. If he has one. No, no, Camdyn has a heart he does. The red head just hasn’t learned how to use it yet, he doesn’t understand how to use it. A strange and complicated device a heart it. It can love, and even through its love it can destroy, it can hate as well through that love. He cannot see the benefits of this heart, but he can also not see the downfalls. That’s what saves him from giving it up and abandoning it. He has it here because he understands it’s importance in the future. Cam was no airhead. But maybe that is just the old should talk. He needs a younger and fresher one, this one has been around for far to long. The silence in his head was like the chiming of drums, relentlessly pounding at his skull, again and again, beating and beating constantly there. He could not shake it away, and placing himself in the middle of the busiest street would not drown it out. He knew what it was, a constant tone in his head. It was loneliness kicking in again, Cam had never been the type to depend on company, he did not feed of the interactions he made, and did not live to talk and socialize. In fact anyone who knew him would say that Cam went out of his way to avoid contact with other life. Maybe he should try smiling more, but every time he would force a smile onto his lips, instead of lighting his face up brightly and making him seem friendly he looked as if he were grimacing. Camdyn quickly gave up on smiling, it was not a thing he did often and he wasn’t about to start now. He wasn't talkative either so even as he sees the other mingling, he doesn't bother trying, brown eyes rolling away from the crowd’s direction. The damp, cold air of early spring attempted to chill him right to the bone, but Camdyn was accustomed to such weather, having been born to the elements. Those dark eyes watch as a girl approaches him. Interesting. This certainly wasn't home. “I do not require an apology,” he says bluntly. He sounds cruel, but truth was, Camdyn was far kinder than his father, and many of the other stallions within his herd. “Camdyn,” the one word from his lips. But it would seem this mare would not be the last to join him on this day. “I would call it a cold day,” he says, those brown eyes moving to her direction. He makes no effort to smile, neither of these were his twin sister, so he imagines he can get away with it. “Camdyn,” he says once more. “I didn't catch your name,” he says, that dark gaze directed at the newest of the newcomers to this…gathering. He scowls, his only emotion he seemed to be able to wear, with that famous look of indifference. “I am from out of town.” It was a start to conversation, at the very least.
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