09-08-2015, 08:30 PM
it's raining fire, and i can't help but stand in it as i yell my sins
The first things he remembered were colors. Green of the jungle, gray of momma. So much green, much more green than mommas gray. Dark greens and light greens, so many different shades. Then there was noises. Screeching and screaming and roaring from all directions. For the first few days he’d been scared, but that passed quickly. Sometimes momma was a giant cat, and the colt felt a great sense of importance when he wandered the jungle in the wake of a silver lioness. His momma was special, and therefore he was special. At one time he would have been a prince of this jungle, though of course he had no way of knowing that. But there was one thing missing, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. While the jungle certainly affected his other senses, he couldn’t feel it. At least, not like everyone else seemed to feel it. Any other the other horses he’d seen (admittedly they’d been few and far between, momma always seemed to drag him off to the farthest flung corners of the place) had been sweaty and somewhat uncomfortable looking. Even momma looked like that sometimes. Not Firefox. He remained cool as a cucumber. If he knew anything of life at all, that would be odd. But he didn’t know anything, so it didn’t concern him in the least.
Today, they were moving into the clearer parts of the jungle. He hadn’t seen these parts, since momma seemed hell bent on keeping him from prying eyes for whatever reason. Though he was nearing his yearling birthday, he was still very much attached to her, perhaps because of his lack of interaction with other horses. He’d never met a child his own age, it had always been just him and momma, and occasionally a monkey if he could coerce it into playing with him. But he knew he was growing, and he only nursed occasionally now and got most of his sustenance from vegetation. “How many other horses live here? Why haven’t we met them before now, if I’m supposed to be so respectful towards them?” he asked, with somewhat of a tone to his voice. He furrowed his brows at her slightly as well, though he refrained from giving her a flat out glare. “My first impression? Its noisy here, and there’s lots of plants and trees. And there is something else I can feel, something old. Also, I think its supposed to be hot, but I don’t feel it. I don’t know what hot is.” He didn’t know of magic, or the magic of the lands, or even of his own trait. And since she wanted to ask a bunch of questions, then he could do the same.
Firefox