Everclear
When was the last time he had even been around here, this place he has always thought of as gloomy and safe? The Meadow has always been a home, no matter his crowns and devotions to other kingdoms in the past. So many struggles and a life long wasted - at least they could never take the Meadow from him. He doesn’t even know how many familiar “they”s there are still roaming this land, but he probably wouldn’t care either (and neither would they care about him).More than he wonders about others, he wonders at himself. Why did he even bother to come back here when he knows there is nothing for him to find? He is plain and simple and fades into the crowd like any other young stallion, except for that ruddy depth in his eyes that speaks leagues of the depth of his experience. He has fought, he has loved, he has ruled, he has lost, and he has died.
But behold, as ever before, he is risen again. This internal monologue causes him to snort as he ambles boredly through the tall grasses and bodies both simple and extravagant all around him. Horses seem more colorful and eccentric these days, he notes, but what does it matter? The joke’s always been on him and it’s still not lost on him now. Why the fairies had seen fit to dose his blood with immortality is beyond him, for it had often scared him in the beginning. But fear has long since fled from him.
The dappled stallion chooses a boring little clearing in the quiet din of the Meadow at night. The moon is nothing impressive overhead, an unattractive gibbous, and the oncoming autumn wind still smells too strongly of dried grass. He doesn’t graze or gaze upward all stoic - he only turns his eyes to the others around him in a plaintive manner, silently observing them each without any outward emotion.
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ooc: sry, is smol.. starters and rustiness and all xP