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I come to you in Pieces(any) - Fraktyr - 07-10-2015
Love is Blindness
Love is clockworks and it's cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
It doesn't feel real. Nothing does anymore. His hooves touch the ground, he sees it, but he feels like he's floating. It's warm out, he sees the sun, but it does nothing to heat his flesh. The cold, the wind, tree branches, the ocean, all these things that once caused him equal parts pleasure and discomfort, and he feels nothing. In someways his condition is a blessing. No longer does he feel the stinging blows from his mother or the dull ache of healing wounds. His sense of touch has blurred everything together into a vague sensation of pressure. Cold pressure, hot pressure, more, less, all the same. It left the smoky boy feeling out of place and distressed.
His father was pleased enough which was one less thing for the colt to worry about, but his mother reviled him. Whenever he sought her affection he was pushed away. He was weaned early so she could push him away further, leaving the sweet boy weakened. He was a tall, dangerously thin boy as it was. His features were starting to show the grace and power from his heritage with soft, gentle eyes and a handsome profile. He found himself wandering back to the field, the place of his ill timed birth, looking for something. Perhaps the comforting touch of another being, or at the very least the companionship he was so desperate to find and lacking at home. When he reached the meadow he was beside himself with timid glee. Never before had he seen so many horses gathered in one meeting place. The grass was lush beneath his desensitized hooves and the sun was bright. He couldn't help the silly grin that pulled at unused muscles as he looked for someone to talk to.
I don't want to see
Fraktyr | Hybrid | Smokey Black | Colt RE: I come to you in Pieces(any) - Black Ranger - 07-12-2015 Black was walking through the summer grass, his mind was tossing and turning of so many things. He didnt know what world and way he wanted to go. He was king of his own land and no one to share it with. He's been exploring from Kingdom to kingdom, trying to find himself. He wasnt born here but yet he felt alittle out of place here. He came through the trees to the opening to the open meadow. His black legs carried him over the tall grass, his muscular figure was covered in a jet black pelt. His mane was so long it almost touched his shoulder, and his forelock covered his eyes. When he walked he usually arched his neck looking proud. As he had lifted his crown to the heavens looking around to see if anyone here needed any company. He didnt care who it was it would just be nice to talk and meet with others, His nose flared caught scent of something, it was a colt. He snorted searching, started walking looking for the source, his black hooves dug up the earth as he walked. He saw a figure in the distance, he couldnt pick it out. He picked up the pace and started to trot towards the figure. As he got closer he had found the figure that matched the scent. It was a colt all alone, he looked around wondering why he was all alone. It looked like he had alot on his mind. Should he step up and make his presence known or back off to leave him be? He stepped closer to the figure. Hello there im Black Ranger, why are you here all alone? He stood tall over him, he was about 17 hands he was massive he usually towered over many. He looked at this creature through his forelock his nose flared trying to catch his scent. He was definitly different but he couldnt figure out what it was. She nickered softly RE: I come to you in Pieces(any) - Weir - 07-13-2015 Weir liked a great many things, and one of them, was walks. They were so, leisurely. He need only keep up with himself, so as is his fashion, he goes about setting a slow pace. |