Winter had melted away in a drip-drip-drop to the spring. Very rarely had Lior shown any desire for much other than to graze and return to his cave in the mountain. It was the quiet that restored him, grounded him, pieced back the bits of sanity that had kept him safe from the ugliness that went on outside in the real world.
But just as Beqanna does, his home was taken from him.
The day, not so long ago, when he had ventured out in search of nourishment led him off from the damp entrance. Onyx lips plucked at the newly green grass of summer as the sun beat upon his back mercilessly but-
(a fleeting moment)
-was the groan of ground, the eerie quiet that prickles the skin in heighten awareness before he saw from up high on the mountain, a land slide. It seemed like forever and mere seconds all jumbled into one but the result was the same...as the dust cleared, the cave was no more. Small shards of pain splinted his heart as he bore witness to the loss of his home. Hot anger and feral shrieks should consume him, eat him, make him respond in the most monstrous way but mercury eyes simply stare as he lips drew flatly into a frown. Without a second's thought, the heavy black stallion moves on.
The field, in all respects, is a purgatory.
The field is a waiting room for the lost and destination-less. Lior is no different in that sense. With the coax of homelessness, the dark male decides he would move on and attempt a different path than the one he carved out for himself.
Besides, there are always plenty of caves for reclusive, fickle beasts such as himself. Pewter pools glide over the layout of the land with mild interest. Heavy hind hoof lifts and cocks when he finds a comfortable place to rest as he lay in wait for someone to come find his rather cantankerous self and extend an invitation to join their home. The stallion was not one to be overly choosy after living like a feral creature for years.
But just as Beqanna does, his home was taken from him.
The day, not so long ago, when he had ventured out in search of nourishment led him off from the damp entrance. Onyx lips plucked at the newly green grass of summer as the sun beat upon his back mercilessly but-
(a fleeting moment)
-was the groan of ground, the eerie quiet that prickles the skin in heighten awareness before he saw from up high on the mountain, a land slide. It seemed like forever and mere seconds all jumbled into one but the result was the same...as the dust cleared, the cave was no more. Small shards of pain splinted his heart as he bore witness to the loss of his home. Hot anger and feral shrieks should consume him, eat him, make him respond in the most monstrous way but mercury eyes simply stare as he lips drew flatly into a frown. Without a second's thought, the heavy black stallion moves on.
The field, in all respects, is a purgatory.
The field is a waiting room for the lost and destination-less. Lior is no different in that sense. With the coax of homelessness, the dark male decides he would move on and attempt a different path than the one he carved out for himself.
Besides, there are always plenty of caves for reclusive, fickle beasts such as himself. Pewter pools glide over the layout of the land with mild interest. Heavy hind hoof lifts and cocks when he finds a comfortable place to rest as he lay in wait for someone to come find his rather cantankerous self and extend an invitation to join their home. The stallion was not one to be overly choosy after living like a feral creature for years.
Not a great post but he needs some direction :/