03-25-2016, 11:03 PM
But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
Have you ever wondered what it was like to grow up so quickly that you were never able to experience a childhood? Most had a choice when they had to experience that sort of quick growing. Either they grew up quickly in order to survive the life they had been handed, or the shriveled slowly with the struggle they had to fight through. Tannor though had been born into a world draped in chaos and bloodshed. A war that had been completely unexplained to him. Amongst death and decay he had slipped into this world only to be shoved into his feet and led to a young mare with a power no one else held.
It had taken moments but the newborn was formed into a three-year-old stallion. The actions had knocked him out and when he had come to, he had found himself alone with only one memory. Being told by an unknown voice that he was to find the Gates, as he was now their king. He had spent weeks trying to put a name to the face, yet he couldn’t and he never would be able to. Slowly he made his way out of the Valley, soon heading north and searching for the Kingdom whose name rang so clearly in his mind. Coming upon it he spent time not just learning the kingdom but fixing it in places the war had wreaked havoc.
It’s curious though. If his actions were done in order to better the kingdom or simply done in order to provide the best for himself and himself only. Though as the days passed, the solitude the kingdom brought with the many deaths and disappearances the war began to make even him grow uneasy. It was an inherited personality trait from his father, though he would never know it. As much as he liked solitude, he would always seek the company of others after a time. It was almost as though the silence made his dark spirit grow anxious.
It was one of those days. Those days the silence began to bother him, make him grow anxious… In response he found himself soon making his way out of the gates, his muscular legs carrying him towards the meadows and then on through towards the field. He had heard of this common tradition where the members of kingdoms went to this place only to return with the homeless in order to build their ranks. He knew he needed to learn how to better be the king he was meant to be and so why not start now?
His movements are slick as he steps through the tall grasses upon entering the field and coming to a stop the sharp black stallion blinked slowly. When his eyelids rise his eyes are entirely black, hiding within his features as he studies the members of the field with a patient concentration. It is then he sees her. The young mare so full of hate and with a small smile he finds himself chuckling before slinking forward. He can feel it, the way she is reeling inside. Oh how he could use that. How he could mold her.
Maybe one day he could even give her what she was seeking. But for now a home would be all he could afford to offer her, and with that thought he steps forward headed in a straight line towards the mare. It takes a while but he finally reaches her and with a soft snort he comes to a stop, head tilting slightly as his eyes trace over her slender form. ”It’s not often one comes to a place like this so full of anger,” It is simply an observation he speaks of as his voice slowly slips through his lips like silk. ”Penny for your thoughts?”
tannor.