ROMEK
It is with his children in tow that he returns to the gathering of the Tundrans. Night has not yet fallen, and he comes amongst them quietly, greeting those familiar to him, and at the least offering smiles to those who aren’t quite so close. Which, unfortunately, was most of them. He had never been the best at making new friends.
”No sign of Maribel,” he says, glumly, to no-one in particular. He had, unintentionally spent days and days searching for her, and had come across a lot of others in the process. Others who were just as lost as the rest of them. It seemed like what everybody wanted was just somewhere safe to stay, somewhere secure. ”How is everything going here? Has anyone else turned up yet?”
A little while later, the spotted man finds himself alone, steeped in the darkness, lit only by the soft flow of the spots along his back. The world is quiet, asleep, and the stallion takes this chance to seek out his King. Whether he held that title, or not.
”Offspring.” he greets. ”Do you have any plans?”
He thinks of Demian and his ambition, and the quiet mare Reagan, and then of all those he had managed to collect together, horses just as eager to be a part of something which might offer them any kind of security. He is interested in what the stallion has in store for them all, now more than ever.
”No sign of Maribel,” he says, glumly, to no-one in particular. He had, unintentionally spent days and days searching for her, and had come across a lot of others in the process. Others who were just as lost as the rest of them. It seemed like what everybody wanted was just somewhere safe to stay, somewhere secure. ”How is everything going here? Has anyone else turned up yet?”
A little while later, the spotted man finds himself alone, steeped in the darkness, lit only by the soft flow of the spots along his back. The world is quiet, asleep, and the stallion takes this chance to seek out his King. Whether he held that title, or not.
”Offspring.” he greets. ”Do you have any plans?”
He thinks of Demian and his ambition, and the quiet mare Reagan, and then of all those he had managed to collect together, horses just as eager to be a part of something which might offer them any kind of security. He is interested in what the stallion has in store for them all, now more than ever.
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem
@[Lilitha] @[Espeon] @[Durotan]