not a soul to hear; Tioga / any

[Tioga]

You were automatic, as hollow as the 'o' in God.

The Meadow is quiet yes but so is my world- profoundly so.

I watch the birds flit across the sky, flocks of black dotting the clear blue. I see bugs too but I wouldn’t wonder what it is like to be one. Personally I take a fondness in swatting flies with my bleach white tail, terrible pests. Of course one swirls around my hips at the thought, as if it knew I was thinking nasty thoughts about it. Quickly I smack at it with a flick of yellowy-white and I don’t bother to see where it falls- I don’t much care.

It’s time to eat, to grab a drink before returning to the emptiness of my so called home. Home, what did that even mean anymore? Home felt lost to me, along with my Mother, she took it with her when she passed.

A bunch of clover sprouts just to the left of me, bright and green and already I think of how sweet it must taste. Before I make my way to it I notice a girl, yellow and white and alone. She isn’t very old, or I would guess she isn’t and already my copper eyes are searching for her parents. Was it safe to play in the common lands anymore? I offer a soft nicker, best she hears me first, best she knows I’m approaching because some didn’t take kindly to one so large sneaking up on them.

How I ever snuck up on anyone I’ll never know, those with hearing are so unobservant at times though. "Right behind you," I warn, the words taking an odd tone as they leave my lips.

{TIOGA}

khaos x wichita

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