08-23-2015, 02:18 PM
There’s a time between light and dark which is both and yet neither; the grey area, the twilight zone, both-and-neither. He can still see his hooves, just, and the stars are not out; yet the impeding evening has already begun, with the foxes screaming to their mates and the wolves rustling through the underbrush.
Of course, Roth is what he likes to consider a man, so it does not particularly bother him. In an ideal world, daytime would be very handy to see in a place he has never been in before, but on this occasion, he thinks, the twilight gives a kind of atmosphere to the kingdom that he hasn’t experienced much elsewhere. Eerie, creepy; mist hanging out doing its spooky thing, and so on. It’s pretty, awe-inspiring, magnificent, even.
And, hopefully, his new home.
Yes, you read correct.
Roth has decided to put down some roots. He has been a wanderer for quite a while, perhaps following in his parents footsteps. He has seen what the world has to offer, and yet he has always ended up back here, funnily enough. It’s like a timehole, or a loop, or maybe all the paths in the world will always lead back here.
The bay ‘behemoth’ stops at the border. Like a good horse would. Y’know, if he ever hopes to last in an evil kingdom, he really should up his game.
Of course, Roth is what he likes to consider a man, so it does not particularly bother him. In an ideal world, daytime would be very handy to see in a place he has never been in before, but on this occasion, he thinks, the twilight gives a kind of atmosphere to the kingdom that he hasn’t experienced much elsewhere. Eerie, creepy; mist hanging out doing its spooky thing, and so on. It’s pretty, awe-inspiring, magnificent, even.
And, hopefully, his new home.
Yes, you read correct.
Roth has decided to put down some roots. He has been a wanderer for quite a while, perhaps following in his parents footsteps. He has seen what the world has to offer, and yet he has always ended up back here, funnily enough. It’s like a timehole, or a loop, or maybe all the paths in the world will always lead back here.
The bay ‘behemoth’ stops at the border. Like a good horse would. Y’know, if he ever hopes to last in an evil kingdom, he really should up his game.