[Mature?] // Rhonen

[Nihlus]

There's holes inside of him, ones he cannot fill. Left there by his own doing no doubt (by his useless wanderings, by his constant complaining, by the distance he placed between himself and his family). Holes that, as time wore on, stopped being fashionable and began to tug at his skin in an uncomfortable way until it began to tear.

Imagine, a boy torn to shreds by loneliness.

Today, that loneliness drives him to the meadow. To an area that, without rhyme or reason, had not been affected by the Reckoning. Perhaps it is here that the stallion finds the most sense of being home - that, if he walked out of the northern exit, maybe he would find himself home again. In the Tundra, with his brothers, his family, even if all he accomplished there was less than nothing.

But there is no Tundra north of here. And he doesn't care what there is in its stead.

He chooses a spot that can barely even be called the meadow, in the end. Far away from where the usual bustle is, and not on a path where some might enter or depart. A sort of dissociated place: at once familiar and foreign. Some trees are nearby, casting their shadows across his muscled back in the late afternoon sun.

He sighs.

Nihlus

that's all I want

@[Rhonen]
I tried to make a more feeling-y post for you ;*