knownastherisingsun [any]

[Drengr]

dig up the bones but leave the soul alone

Chin up. Chin up. Chin up. This is his new mantra. The incessant stepping of one hoof in front of the other, the sensation that perhaps he was going somewhere in this world. Part of him felt aimless and hopeless, a larger part felt hopeful. The mare didn't hesitate to touch him with her soft muzzle, the stallion that told him the truth (finally!) lived with her. His concept of kingdoms or hierarchy meant nothing. In his mind they were like mother and father, but not. No, he's never call either such a thing. There is one mother, one mother that sends a terrific pang through his chest and into his soul. A mother that would never be. A father? He considered this man, this stallion, and again drew up empty. Maybe that's what his life would be like - empty thoughts of things that should exist. He hopes not. He follows them silently to the 'falls.

drengr

homeless winged child of baltimore and terror