[open] Why Is There Joy In This Poison? [Any]

[Indivar]

you spend your nights looking at the stars, thinking your life would be better on Mars
checking your pulse just to feel it beat; looking for a stone to keep the peace

Leaves crunched under his heavy hooves as Indivar made his way through the forest, his ears flicking in anticipation. His surroundings had been mostly quiet aside from the call of birds and his own hooves destroying the dead foliage beneath him. 

Even in the Summer this place was painted with golds and oranges, looking like a gold mine in the night sky. As the stallion gazed above himself, he let his mind start to wander, his eyes closing slowly as he breathed in the crisp night air. The rustling of the leaves in the wind was enough to make Indivar feel the effects of a long day of travelling, he had finally arrived in a new land, a land he was hoping to find home in.

Slowly, the grullo made his way towards a large rock and slowly slid down against it, letting his soft coat hit the cold earth gently. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he once more closed his sinister red eyes, and settled down to sleep for the night.

His journey had been long and tiresome, he had climbed mountains, swam across rivers, galloped across the plains, all to find himself here. It felt fitting in a way, this place had a certain darkness to it which his own wickedness enjoyed, he let the darkness of the night envelope him as he slept, the cold only occasionally making him twitch. This place felt right.

Indivar