09-02-2016, 08:14 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
Worse? He can’t imagine a possible scenario worse than this.
The beast is not used to such friendly banter, so his bloodshot eyes watch the other male carefully as he speaks. Almost as if waiting for the snark, the sarcasm, the hostility. But none comes. This male seams peaceful, happy, content. All the things that Gunsynd was not. He carries the scent of far off lands, which means he has only recently returned. Gunsynd had been away for a while as well, but not really elsewhere, just not here. It was a long story.
He couldn’t expect the younger male to understand his situation. Perhaps he had never been in love before. Perhaps he was content with a life untethered by ties of commitment. Of course the dark male had never loved another horse either, but oh, did he love his Valley. She held the chains to his pathetic excuse for a heart tightly and vehemently. The loss of that tug was excruciating.
He can only sigh at the roan’s words. All of his fire is gone. What has he to fight for now? How could he possibly explain this torture to him? “I wonder if death would have been better.” He says roughly (and honestly). “There is little purpose left for us now.”
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