07-21-2016, 12:28 PM
Romek
Ah, the Field, land of the homeless and hopeful, land of opportunity, promise, of self-made success. Or something like that, anyway. He never thought he would find himself here, doing his kingdom duty. But he was.
It’s a shouting youngster that grabs his attention. If there was one thing that Romek knew for certain it was that life wasn’t fair, and things happened for no good reason, and you either deal with it and move forward or let it engulf you (and Romek knew that all too well, an entire wasted childhood spent on the wildest of dunes – it was lonely).
”Y’know, whoever you’re shouting at, probably can’t hear you. Save your breath.” advises the spotted stallion as he sidles up quietly to the youngster. ”Save it for something worthwhile.”
”I’m Romek. From the Tundra. Are you here looking for a home? What’s your name?” he’s not very good at this talking thing. This kind of thing is his kingdom-mate Maribel’s job. But he is still trying.
It’s a shouting youngster that grabs his attention. If there was one thing that Romek knew for certain it was that life wasn’t fair, and things happened for no good reason, and you either deal with it and move forward or let it engulf you (and Romek knew that all too well, an entire wasted childhood spent on the wildest of dunes – it was lonely).
”Y’know, whoever you’re shouting at, probably can’t hear you. Save your breath.” advises the spotted stallion as he sidles up quietly to the youngster. ”Save it for something worthwhile.”
”I’m Romek. From the Tundra. Are you here looking for a home? What’s your name?” he’s not very good at this talking thing. This kind of thing is his kingdom-mate Maribel’s job. But he is still trying.
(ooc; im sorry this is so bad!)