01-31-2022, 07:54 PM
Tonight, the wind was crisp. Yanhua lifted his nose to it and tasted what lingered there, his lips softly curling in the dark.
Tonight, his glow was weak. He stood alone in a remote corner of the meadow, quiet and contemplative as the breeze tugged his short tail. The golden strands tickled his hocks, twisting in between his legs and brushing up against his lean, hardened belly. He sighed.
Tonight, one of his ears twisted to hear the familiar thud of approaching hooves. They sounded like he wouldn’t be alone for long, so the wistful stallion put on a pleasant sort of smile and turned his head, revealing a horribly scarred face and two cloudy, blind eyes.
If the ‘someone’ approaching was familiar, he didn’t notice at first. Yanhua hadn’t been this way for very long, he assumed. He was still getting used to it, not wandering far from the place where he’d come to his senses, and he had no way to gauge time. The feeling of Amarine by his side and the sound of his children's laughter were memories, now. There was only the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the rain, and the rage of a storm as the seasons changed.
He tried not to visualize what the other horse saw as he turned: tooth marks fouling his entire face, suggesting a terrible struggle. The assailant had torn one nostril clean in half, and ruined both his eyes. Instead he hoped that his demeanor would radiate kindness, putting the other at ease. He even shuffled his bright wings, so out-of-place with the rest of him, as if to appear nonchalant.
“Hmm?” He spoke first, encouraging a response by lifting both ears toward the approaching horse. “Is someone there?”
Tonight, his glow was weak. He stood alone in a remote corner of the meadow, quiet and contemplative as the breeze tugged his short tail. The golden strands tickled his hocks, twisting in between his legs and brushing up against his lean, hardened belly. He sighed.
Tonight, one of his ears twisted to hear the familiar thud of approaching hooves. They sounded like he wouldn’t be alone for long, so the wistful stallion put on a pleasant sort of smile and turned his head, revealing a horribly scarred face and two cloudy, blind eyes.
If the ‘someone’ approaching was familiar, he didn’t notice at first. Yanhua hadn’t been this way for very long, he assumed. He was still getting used to it, not wandering far from the place where he’d come to his senses, and he had no way to gauge time. The feeling of Amarine by his side and the sound of his children's laughter were memories, now. There was only the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the rain, and the rage of a storm as the seasons changed.
He tried not to visualize what the other horse saw as he turned: tooth marks fouling his entire face, suggesting a terrible struggle. The assailant had torn one nostril clean in half, and ruined both his eyes. Instead he hoped that his demeanor would radiate kindness, putting the other at ease. He even shuffled his bright wings, so out-of-place with the rest of him, as if to appear nonchalant.
“Hmm?” He spoke first, encouraging a response by lifting both ears toward the approaching horse. “Is someone there?”
please someone give him a reason to live lol