Jinn
I had a dream that we were dead,
and we pretended that we still lived
and we pretended that we still lived
The early autmun sun filters through the slowly changing leaves, warm and golden in the dying hours of afternoon. The stallion ambling around the thick, ancient trunks populating the wood barely pays mind to the changing of the season. Time has all but lost meaning for him. Summer turns to autumn before crumbling into the decay of winter, cold and biting until spring arrives the renew life. And all of this leaves him unchanged. Just another creature left to wander her endless halls, lost and alone.
With a sigh, Jinn pauses to rub his neck against the rough bark of a tree, scratching a vague itch. A clump of his dark hair pulls away, clinging to the tree in macabre glory. He only sighs and sends a pulse of healing energy to stitch the peeled flesh back together. A thing that to any other might seem a horrible and disturbing moment is quite commonplace to the odd stallion. Though he may look unusual in passing, a dusky black with patchy fur and shimmering gold points, milky eyes only noticeable if one stares too long, he is even more unusual after acquaintance. For what few realize is just how much energy he must expend in order to maintain even a passingly presentable appearance and not one of a thing long dead.
Still, he is bone thin, sickly looking. A horse that has often inspired concern in others. He has grown accustomed to it. In truth, nothing could match the horror his father had expressed at having sired such a thing as he. It is something he will always remember, no matter how long he should live. The first time he had been made to understand just how different he is.
After a moment, he continues forward with his aimless wandering. Moving until the river is rushing before him, the dark water glinting in the sunlight. He stares at it for a long moment before stepping forward. He pushes deeper, until the water is swirling past his belly, crashing against his protruding ribs. He closes his eyes then, losing himself in the soothing hum of the water, the biting chill as it brushes past his skin.
With a sigh, Jinn pauses to rub his neck against the rough bark of a tree, scratching a vague itch. A clump of his dark hair pulls away, clinging to the tree in macabre glory. He only sighs and sends a pulse of healing energy to stitch the peeled flesh back together. A thing that to any other might seem a horrible and disturbing moment is quite commonplace to the odd stallion. Though he may look unusual in passing, a dusky black with patchy fur and shimmering gold points, milky eyes only noticeable if one stares too long, he is even more unusual after acquaintance. For what few realize is just how much energy he must expend in order to maintain even a passingly presentable appearance and not one of a thing long dead.
Still, he is bone thin, sickly looking. A horse that has often inspired concern in others. He has grown accustomed to it. In truth, nothing could match the horror his father had expressed at having sired such a thing as he. It is something he will always remember, no matter how long he should live. The first time he had been made to understand just how different he is.
After a moment, he continues forward with his aimless wandering. Moving until the river is rushing before him, the dark water glinting in the sunlight. He stares at it for a long moment before stepping forward. He pushes deeper, until the water is swirling past his belly, crashing against his protruding ribs. He closes his eyes then, losing himself in the soothing hum of the water, the biting chill as it brushes past his skin.
@[Calcifer]
