09-03-2016, 07:17 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
There was little to do any longer. Nothing to pass the time as he once had. Once, he had spent weeks entwined with his mistress; mingling his atoms with hers. He had only risen from such rapture because she had needed him to. But now she was no longer - stolen from him and her other servants by the so-called benevolent fairy. He has never felt so utterly alone. Or so completely lost for something to do.
So he wanders. There is very little land left that the horses of Beqanna are able to inhabit, so it takes very little time to trek from meadow to field. They seem like they always have, and yet the knowledge that there is nothing beyond… it feels like a cage. So he must keep moving, keep active. He must at least feel like he has something to do. He will talk to anyone willing to listen. He will explore every inch of area available. But he mustn’t stay silent, musn’t stop trying to make some sense or order out of this chaos.
He spots the buckskin stallion from across the field and though he does not recognize him, he seems familiar. Though there is no magic to reverberate around him any longer, the age hidden in his eyes and in his mannerisms is enough to tell the black monster that he is a force to be reckoned with. He wonders if the stallion will know any more about this confusion, and so he makes his way towards him.
Upon reaching the light-hued male he nods and then throws his head up to move the cascade of tangled threads from his vision. His dark eyes scan him, hopeful. “I’m Gunsynd.” He says in the form of a greeting. “Have you just returned? You seem as though you have seen this all before.” His voice is soft and deep, but raspy with anxiety. His ears wait patiently atop his heavy head, hoping against hope that the stallion can offer some sort of guidance.
I M J U S T A S U C K E R F O R P A I N
Not trying to step on toes, just want to post him. Also, I’m apparently stalking you spink
