01-07-2020, 05:15 PM
His world had become something utterly unfamiliar in the days recently passed. He was choking on the pain of the past and didn't know how to process the reality he was now living in.
There was joy, of course. But it was mingled with a sense of being lied to. Of being deceived. His mind was spinning in circles and it was a relief to find himself alone when the sun rose that day. Time was needed to filter his now volatile emotions. Before further regret found him.
The sunburst stallion mused at the edge of a pool being fed by the waterfall thundering down the side of the volcano. This was a beautiful piece of the world, there was no doubt of that. It was as green as Eden, and lush with any number of good things to eat. The heat from the active volcano permeated the air no matter the season, and he found the taught muscles of his shoulders loosening despite himself.
It was a healing place. With hope, he wondered if the wounds of the past were still healable, or if the scars ran too deep after all these years of neglect. The heavy weight of his head dropped to the water, a gust of air ruffling the surface as he looked upon the face reflecting back at him. Tan hair, vibrant, fiery mane that fell in his eyes at the worst times. The bloody red that seemed to dip-dye his muzzle and banded his throat. Eyes that carried too much weariness. He was not a bad looking stallion, but worry and regret had aged him prematurely.
His lips met the water's cool surface, breaking up the image into a thousand distorted pieces. He didn't know what the future had in store for himself, for his family. Could not begin to guess. If the day he was living in right now ended well, he'd consider it a victory.
There was joy, of course. But it was mingled with a sense of being lied to. Of being deceived. His mind was spinning in circles and it was a relief to find himself alone when the sun rose that day. Time was needed to filter his now volatile emotions. Before further regret found him.
The sunburst stallion mused at the edge of a pool being fed by the waterfall thundering down the side of the volcano. This was a beautiful piece of the world, there was no doubt of that. It was as green as Eden, and lush with any number of good things to eat. The heat from the active volcano permeated the air no matter the season, and he found the taught muscles of his shoulders loosening despite himself.
It was a healing place. With hope, he wondered if the wounds of the past were still healable, or if the scars ran too deep after all these years of neglect. The heavy weight of his head dropped to the water, a gust of air ruffling the surface as he looked upon the face reflecting back at him. Tan hair, vibrant, fiery mane that fell in his eyes at the worst times. The bloody red that seemed to dip-dye his muzzle and banded his throat. Eyes that carried too much weariness. He was not a bad looking stallion, but worry and regret had aged him prematurely.
His lips met the water's cool surface, breaking up the image into a thousand distorted pieces. He didn't know what the future had in store for himself, for his family. Could not begin to guess. If the day he was living in right now ended well, he'd consider it a victory.