i'm struggling to breathe in the dark;
Let's set the scene shall we?
It's a cool autumn evening with the sound of birds singing softly in the trees. It is as though they are calling the darkness forth, welcoming it with open arms. Yet it isn't just the darkness they bring with their sweet melody. It is also a new face, a different breed and fresh blood. With tall muscular legs, a stallion the color of light colored leather stepped into the field with confident steps.
With his entrance comes the rise of small american goldfinch's, their tiny yellow and black bodies lifting into the sky in one quick yet elegant movement as the sound of their wings travel across the open space of the field. With a soft snort, the stallion raises his large head, dark brown eyes following the flight pattern of the small birds as he comes to a stop. The soft breeze dances around his still frame, seemingly wrapping him in a gentle hug as his heart pounds slowly in his chest.
This is a new place, a new world, and he is their newest name. Yet unlike the rest he doesn't trot around the field causing a ruckus, pick at grass as though he is starving or act as though the world is out to get him or simply as though he is the angriest being. He wasn't here to act like he was different than them, instead he was here to simply find a place to live. Because strength and survival came in numbers and anyone smart enough knew just as much.
Quietly he watches the rest of the newcomers, patiently observing their obnoxious and sassy natures and with a soft sigh he tilts his head slightly in wonder. Why did they all seem so similar? It wasn't that he disliked sarcasm or sassy behavior, it was simply that he grew tired of seeing the same thing everywhere he went. Yet then again, he knew better than to assume that's what they all were. Similar. Because with each body came a difference that was either magical or physical. The same was true to him.
Yet unlike most, he didn't carry a trait beneath the surface or physically that could benefit him in life. The only difference he carried was the poodle tight curls that made up his tan colored coat and shirly temple curls that made up his thick mane and tail. While many had found his unusual "hair-do" as odd, he had grown quite fond of the difference as he had grown into a young stallion. While most hated their curls back home, he wasn't sure what he would do without them.
Turning his head he carefully glances back at his side, his eyes traces over the soft curls before facing forward once more. He knew it would take time for someone to come, so for now he would wait and nap. With a soft sigh, heavy eyelids close over his dark brown eyes before allowing his body to relax slightly as he begins to drift off.
eskil
open to any kingdoms
