07-18-2017, 12:00 AM
Krigare had made his decision to stay, a welcoming calm over washing his paranoia as the months passed by. The Tephra offered him things the road could not, stability, rules, rest. He bathed in these things, finding the ash ladened land more beautiful than anything he had seen before.
Though as the weeks passed, he grew wary. For the stallion, they called Offspring had yet to show himself, and Krigare had no mind to go looking for him. He seemed like something out of a book, a strong leader, one who did his job as king well.
Someone Krigare would stay away from if he had enough sense. Though He did not, and he found himself awaiting the day when he would meet the ink colored stud. For wasn't it normal for a resident to want to meet their king? Krigare presumed as much.
As these thoughts swirled and mixed in his mind, he wandered to the stream, reveling in the freshly melted waters that it possessed.
Possibly there was no reason FOR him to meet this man? He had done nothing valiant, and nothing stupid. The bay had stayed quiet, simply enjoying the life that he was given. This thought made him chuckle, Krigare had never been like this, peaceful, and low lying. He had always been arrogant, proud.
Though he sometimes missed the days of fighting and roaming, he loved these days more. Days full of crisp ocean air, and ash covered pelts. Nights colored with orange, and coats dusted with ash. These were the things he was meant for. These were the things he wished for. These are the things he now had and made sure he was grateful for.
These are the things he lived for.
Though as the weeks passed, he grew wary. For the stallion, they called Offspring had yet to show himself, and Krigare had no mind to go looking for him. He seemed like something out of a book, a strong leader, one who did his job as king well.
Someone Krigare would stay away from if he had enough sense. Though He did not, and he found himself awaiting the day when he would meet the ink colored stud. For wasn't it normal for a resident to want to meet their king? Krigare presumed as much.
As these thoughts swirled and mixed in his mind, he wandered to the stream, reveling in the freshly melted waters that it possessed.
Possibly there was no reason FOR him to meet this man? He had done nothing valiant, and nothing stupid. The bay had stayed quiet, simply enjoying the life that he was given. This thought made him chuckle, Krigare had never been like this, peaceful, and low lying. He had always been arrogant, proud.
Though he sometimes missed the days of fighting and roaming, he loved these days more. Days full of crisp ocean air, and ash covered pelts. Nights colored with orange, and coats dusted with ash. These were the things he was meant for. These were the things he wished for. These are the things he now had and made sure he was grateful for.
These are the things he lived for.
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