05-02-2015, 10:17 AM
In the murk of color, I will feel the gloom A thick mist hung low in the Valley on this quiet early spring morning, the ground still spotted with patches of snow that stubbornly tried to keep a hold on spring. The birds that left for winter were now starting to show up little by little. Filling the mornings with soft songs. Davorin enjoyed watching and hearing the Valley change, it fascinated him. Davorin, now three, was beginning change as well. His body was now that of a full grown horse, his muscles began to fill out and his face grew handsome. He would have been one handsome prince. Just as the the seasons change, his life changed as well. He signed heavily, this was strange to him. No longer was he a prince of this kingdom, he was just a commoner. No longer did his mother keep a close watch on him, no more respectful words. He was just another face among the group. The buckskin boy keeps walking on, following a winding valley creek back the the heart of the kingdom. He had been hiding in the shadows of the kingdom's farthest corners since his father, Oxytocin, was no longer king. He remembered his mother fussing over him, telling him he was to be the next in line for the throne. He never realised how quickly he would be stripped of that honor of being a Valley royal. His hooves soon carried him to where he wanted to be. As he walked along he nodded his head to those he remembered, though some faces he could not recognize. He knew at some point he would have to introduce himself. Even though he was no longer prince, he still had that air of authority and walked with a proud step. Though not enough to seem as though he was cocky. He just moved through the land proudly and quietly. A living statue. Davorin's face dropped. No one was here...no more Smolder, no more father, no more mother, no GodBear....no one. His entire family was gone. Though he would not desert this place. He was born a royal here, and that means even if you lose your title, you still are a part of this place. No, he was not going to leave, he was going to try his best to help better his kingdom. He knew he was now old enough to pull his own weight around here. He wondered what would better suit him, army or diplomats. His eyes glazed over has he sat in his head, trying to pick one. He was not much of a fighter, but he was smart and very down to earth. Maybe being a diplomat would be the best bet for him. Even though when he was a child he thought diplomats were boring and always pretended he was leading the Valley army into battle. Though now he realized that being in the army ranks just yet would not be the way to go. He would wait... Davorin lifted his handsome face to the breeze, letting the musk of his Valley home seep into his flared black velvet nostrils. He could smell the faint scent of the new king, Eight, though he could not seem to point him out. He had seen Eight in the kingdom a few times when he was a child, but never met him personally. His mother was too weary of strangers to just show him off to the world.That was not his mother's thing, she was too paranoid to let anything happen to him. Davorin shook himself, bits of winter hair coming loose to form a little hair cloud around him. He scrunched his nose up as a few bits of hair flittered over and into his nostrils, causing him to sneeze a few times. He finally cleared his nose of shedding winter coat and looked around. He wondered if Covet was around, he wanted to ask him about joining the ranks now that he is old enough. He had not seen the orange eyed Valley veteran in what seemed like ages in his young life. He just had to ask about everything he hid himself from. Though he was embarrassed to say he ran off to not watch the kingdom change. Though all he could do now was wander around the area a bit and wait to find him or anyone else for that matter. |
