Trying to Mend This Broken Soul {[OPEN |ANY]}

[Kwazi]

Kwazi's splashed coat was soaked through. His appearance was that of a ten year old horse, right in the prime of life. But in all actuality, he was 24. The reason the stallion was here was that he needed someone to help him cope with his newfound discovery of being immortal. He'd been warned that it was a possibility by both of his now deceased parents, but he never thought it would be a reality.

Mud coated hooves left impressions on the earth, marring it like the lives of those he loved had on his heart. Sorrel and white coat wentacros the soaked meadow, his blue hued orbes searching for someone, anyone, to talk to. One that wouldn't think him strange.


For being Immortal.

[Maiko]

Apparently, the meadow is the place these days.

She finds herself wandering Beqanna again, of course - she'd never found out who her parents were, but by now she doesn't even care. Her viridian hue is different from most other horses, not to mention the pink that lies scattered through her mane. You'd think that someone might recognize such colours, but perhaps her parents are dead, and if they are she never will find them.

Giving up can make one bitter - cynical, even. She finds she cares less than ever, and if she were to be immortal, then she would come to care even less about those who fade and die. Such is the cycle of life and if one cannot cope, then they can outright go and kill themself - not like she gives a shit.

In short, her soul is broken too - covered in scar tissue so think she is at the moment not capable of letting anyone in. Her blue eyes scan the field, finding matching ones doing the same, a normal but slightly unusual colour to the red and white stallion. Perhaps that's just what she needs - her opposite.

She continues to stare at him rudely without greeting or approaching - so what if he doesn't like that she does?

[Kwazi]

Kwazi looks with blind eyes to the mare, only blinded by his own sorrow. It's not he can't see her- his eyesight is fine. It's he's not focusing, not willing to look. Deadpan face. A small exhale. Slight inhale.

It's like he's a zombie inside.

He doesn't react to her staring, just simply stared back at her, internally dead feeling. His heart longed for someone, longed for something. His ears flicker in a pathetic greeting manner.

Head bob. Pathetically weak smile. Continue staring blankly.

That's his new motions. Sorrel splash, feeling like a monster for being immortal. He breaths deeply once, then continues on the shallow, small breaths. Numbly, the stallion walks over, yet still staring off into the distance, half wishing the strange green mare weren't here.

Wishing he were on his own.

His heart beat once, then he stopped dead in his tracks. "Hey." he said simply, head finially turning to look at her. His green gaze looking at her finially.

[Maiko]

Maiko

Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing, only there’s a winner

Of course, in the end he was always going to move. Of course, she would be expected to bring up casual conversation.

But she has never bene taught manners, least not in a way that most would find appropriate, though by experience she knows that she is often found rude. Well, put that back where the sun don’t shine, cause she doesn’t do manners.

He walks over and says hey. She snorts. Is that all, she wonders. Yet nothing comes of him besides that, and his face turns as blank as it was before. She would be content to continue that way; blank, like strangers, perhaps graze together or apart from one another. Like him, she’d rather be alone.

But they’re not.

”What do you want?”

Omg she’s so rude I love it sorry xP
@[Kwazi]