04-05-2017, 12:27 AM
If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man.
This heat is nothing to be admired. It is miserable and draining as the sun's rays beat down mercilessly upon the meadow. It keeps him from wanting to move as the sweat slowly rolls down from behind his ears to his throat and so he succumbs. He stands so very still near the edge of the meadow, breathing slow and deep as he forces his body to adjust to the warm temperatures of summer. The golden child of the magenta flowered mare had been alone for weeks now, forced to learn how to survive on his own. Though as he learned he never stopped searching for her, determined to find the one he called mother.
He had lost her. Though it had been entirely an accident, he had wandered too far, had been gone for far too long and she had left him behind. He didn't blame her though, for how long was someone to wait? He had been gone for days before he had found his way back to the meadow and it hadn't taken him long to realize she was gone. Blinking softly against the bright light of the sun his bright eyes stared out through the pink of his magenta colored forelock, watching as the others came and went hoping that maybe once, just once, he'd catch sight of his mother's bright magenta coat among the crowds.
It seemed as though hours passed and with those hours led to his small eyes fighting to stay open until finally he drifted off into a light nap. Soft breaths, and small head bobs kept him partially alert to his surroundings, ensuring that he was ready to wake at a moment's notice. Though that being said, nothing could of prepared him for the surprise the other's approach caused him and when he feels the warmth of the other's body. It causes his hair to stand on end, the ends curling in response to the heat and the slight stench of burnt hair fills his nostrils when he nearly jumps out of his skin, eyes popping open wide.
"Me?" He squeaks slightly as he stumbles to catch his footing and prevent himself from falling. Coughing slightly he backs up to a respectable distance, one that isn't too far away but also not close enough to be scalded by the other's unusual heat. Slowly he looks over the other until finally resting his eyes on the other's and he tilts his head in slight curiosity at the colt's one red eye. "Maybe I don't, but I am looking for someone."
Shrugging softly he looks away from the other colt out towards the others. "I'm hoping she'll show up looking for me, too." He doesn't realize the other is potentially dangerous, or even in the least bit mean. For the time being these facts have flown right over his head as he is more focused on having lost his mother and the desire to find her. "Why are you here?"
He had lost her. Though it had been entirely an accident, he had wandered too far, had been gone for far too long and she had left him behind. He didn't blame her though, for how long was someone to wait? He had been gone for days before he had found his way back to the meadow and it hadn't taken him long to realize she was gone. Blinking softly against the bright light of the sun his bright eyes stared out through the pink of his magenta colored forelock, watching as the others came and went hoping that maybe once, just once, he'd catch sight of his mother's bright magenta coat among the crowds.
It seemed as though hours passed and with those hours led to his small eyes fighting to stay open until finally he drifted off into a light nap. Soft breaths, and small head bobs kept him partially alert to his surroundings, ensuring that he was ready to wake at a moment's notice. Though that being said, nothing could of prepared him for the surprise the other's approach caused him and when he feels the warmth of the other's body. It causes his hair to stand on end, the ends curling in response to the heat and the slight stench of burnt hair fills his nostrils when he nearly jumps out of his skin, eyes popping open wide.
"Me?" He squeaks slightly as he stumbles to catch his footing and prevent himself from falling. Coughing slightly he backs up to a respectable distance, one that isn't too far away but also not close enough to be scalded by the other's unusual heat. Slowly he looks over the other until finally resting his eyes on the other's and he tilts his head in slight curiosity at the colt's one red eye. "Maybe I don't, but I am looking for someone."
Shrugging softly he looks away from the other colt out towards the others. "I'm hoping she'll show up looking for me, too." He doesn't realize the other is potentially dangerous, or even in the least bit mean. For the time being these facts have flown right over his head as he is more focused on having lost his mother and the desire to find her. "Why are you here?"
Gaige
@[Levi]