i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
They may be fewer than they were before, but the tried and true Chamberlings are still out there. Like him, they've become relics. Ancient artifacts to be admired but never replicated. But still, they exist. Hidden in the recesses of the kingdom herself, or living in some far-flung land without a name. The ones who leave always return at some point, though.
A fly breaks his reverie first. It is a persistent thing, and despite his slashing tail and shivering skin, it still seems hell bent on having a bite of him. From withers to rump it flies, lighting only just long enough for him to feel it and shoo it away. He has almost made up his mind to go back to the shadows when another sound catches his attention. Hoofbeats.
He turns to watch the other stallion approach, his brows furrowed as he looks him over. There is definitely something familiar about him, and while Warship is certain their paths have crossed he can't yet place the name to the face. The buckskin doesn't speak, a fact which suits Warship. Words are not his strong suit; actions speak louder than words. So he does not have an issue with the wordless approach, though he is somewhat curious about it. At their core they are all equines, but they've mostly ignored or forgotten those fundamental things that make them, them.
Warm, sweet breath spills from the buckskins flaring nostrils. Warship breaths deep, his ears pricked at the simple exchange. He can see the other is nervous, fighting the instincts that tell him Warship is more predator than horse. Still, he doesn't flee, so Warship offers him a breath back. When the exchange is through the buckskin begins to graze, seemingly content to just exist as horses have existed for millenia. Together but wordless.
He tears up great mouthfuls of grass, and the muscles along his jaw flew with each chew. Though he has never felt the urge to eat meat, his canine teeth make grazing and chewing somewhat more difficult. But he forges on, content with the sunshine and the company. But after several more mouthfuls, even Warship decides he'd rather hear something other than chewing.
"You look familiar. Warship." It isn't much, but it isn't chewing and chirping birds.
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