i love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate
Pain is the first thing that he had known. The first thing that he had learned. This world is pain. It is inevitable, inescapable. It does not frighten him. He does not know why it frightens others so. What is there to fear in such an experience? This is an intriguing question to the black boy. One that has driven him to find out. He was wandered farther and farther afield, searching for the answer. This is how he finds himself here.
He had found a somewhat unfortunate creature, a squirrel with a broken leg. It had run from him, terrified. The small gray animal could not run fast, or effectively. He had followed it easily, wondering why it was so terrified. Pain means life, does it not? He had come into this world to experience pain. So, too, had the others.
He is not paying much attention to his surroundings as he follows the unfortunate creature. Occasionally, it stops, exhausted. He spurs it on easily by stepping on its bushy tail, or nudging its broken leg. It makes no sound, but it continues on, dragging its leg. In this pursuit he is occupied when he realizes it is no longer simply he and the squirrel.
Glancing up, he sees the dust colored colt. His gray eyes flashing with curiosity, he abandons his interest in the poor, doomed squirrel, instead turning his attention on the newcomer. The rodent takes the opportunity to disappear into the underbrush, no doubt to nurse its wounds and quiver in fear. Such a silly emotion, fear is. At only months old, he already knows this.
Gray eyes regarding the pale colt with an uncommon intensity, he steps closer. Close enough that he is nearly touching the boy. "You are not afraid." It is a statement, not a question. And though he does not know how, he knows that it is true.
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khaos x eyrie