09-28-2017, 10:43 AM
i pad through these lands, my dinnerplate scythes plod over the fresh spring foliage. my water blue eyes scan everything before me - the expansive green grass rolling for miles ahead of me, the ceiling of azure sky that on this particular day, had no clouds hung within it. it is morning time, so there is dew collecting upon my hooves and lower legs; my lips curl into a slight grimace as it clings to me.
this land is so completely new to me. there are no scents that i call familiar, no sights i can recognize... the only element that is ascertainable is the feeling of desolation. it has been that way for at least two years for me; completely by choice. souls are confusing; i have never been one to understand the motives of others. i don't trust them. i cannot trust their emotions, as they are a fleeting promise that shapes one's future in the most complex ways.
i continue to tread forward, making a slight curve to the right around a small group of regenerating trees. my dappled coat glistens in the morning sunshine, muscles rippling underneath like rolling waves. there is now the smell of water suspended in my nares - reminding me of my thirst. i quickly lick my charcoal gray lips, pink tongue slipping through my teeth and running itself along their edges. when was the last time i'd satiated myself with water? too long, obviously. my curious blue orbs search for the body of water that i know is close, blinking in the morning sun. there are birds chirping in the distance, and with a flick of my sooty tail, i begin trotting towards their throaty calls. the dew that had already dampened the lower part of my legs begins to spray higher upon them, my tender underbelly now feeling the spray of moisture.
i almost scowl at the beauty of everything spread before me. this is not within my element - i am used to darkness, to dead trees and dying foliage and the feeling of dissolution all around me. it felt much more like home than this. how i've found myself in a land that holds such visual allure is beyond me; i simply started walking from my original homelands until the stench of sulfur no longer burned the inside of my nostrils and throat. and from what i can scent out, there is not a trace of degeneracy lingering in the air. yet. i've only just arrived, and if i know anything, it is that carnage has a knack for succeeding me wherever i roam.
down towards the water's edge my muzzle lowers, gray lips tracing the surface. its temperature is cold and utterly refreshing, so i begin to drink heartily. it satiates the dryness that is my throat and tongue, and i inhale deeply, blue orbs momentarily closing in satisfaction. i often can't deny myself indulging in physical nourishment as where i was birthed, this type of indulgence was far and inbetween. "belched from the bowels of hell," is what my grand-sire would say.
with that thought, i raise my large skull and chuckle.
well, look at me now, pop.
caym
forget your god