gaza
He’s not the only one that could use something to do; Gaza is just bored out of his mind. He’s run out of self amusing things to do. If this is adulthood, and always needing something to do… well it effing sucks. The Desert is too quiet, and it gives him the creeps. All that empty space and sand, and no one to fill it. Well, he supposes they’re out there, somewhere. But the Desert is so vast and wide, it could easily swallow a pony up and spit them back out again, years later, as long as they knew where the water was.
It’s kind of a sobering thought. A driving thought - pushing Gaza out of the Desert and towards companionship.
The Field is growing crowded again, what with the nice weather and birth of children, both wanted and unwanted. The large, glossy black stallion ambles around the milling groups, creeping on others out of the corner of his and just generally being awkward. He’s big, ok? And apparently all of a sudden very self conscious about it. He seeks something he doesn’t know they need - something (or someone) Gaza doesn’t even know that he needs.
The dark stallion may look like his sire, but he doesn’t have the noble, warrior spirit that made Vanquish so beloved. He is the last son, and one in a trio; unless they were chasing camels, he fell into the background and against his magical mother’s side. No one here knows him, no one knows the legacy he is supposed to uphold and all the pressure he puts on his immortal shoulders. Gaza has all the time in the world to grow up, and so he doesn’t. He’s ok with that, and no one’s told him to do so otherwise. So Gaza flirts and he lazes and works when he feels like it, conveniently forgetting that he now has a daughter and that he’s never met her. It’s not out of malice, of course. It’s just… well… he hasn’t seen Eld since.
Another large, dark knight draws his attention (if he didn’t know any better, he’d say they were related…), and Gaza makes his way towards the two men beneath a tree. Yeah. He needs more masculine influence in his life. The Desert could definitely use some testosterone. With a pleasant enough and curious expression on his face, Gaza listens before speaking. “I’ve never met anyone from the Valley. Fennick? I’m Gaza.” He turns his head to look at the other stallion, the one who has yet to speak, and says, “Hi there. Nice to meet you both.”
vanquish x yael