11-25-2016, 12:01 AM
as the winds blow, so will I know...
It had been so quiet in the recent months. Too quiet. Besides, of course, from the music of the waves and the wildlife, and the whispering of the changing winds. He hadn't seen much of Naga, nor much of anyone else for that matter. It had set the bay roan stallion on a restless edge. He had spent the winter in the wooded areas of the land, reminiscing and also surveying Nerine and all her hiding places. There didn't appear to be much else to do, and it kept him busy at the very least; memorizing the paths through the trees and the locations of freshwater pools and streams running down to join with the ocean. He was grateful for the Spring warmth that had begun settling slowly over the land, the sporatic showers lending to the soil and aiding the growth of green lushness all about (other than on the beach itself, of course). The land was truly lovely, one to be desired for sure, and he was certain he wasn't the only one to think so.
He had heard whispers on the wind, more than just the changing of the seasons, but apparently also a potential change in leadership. The painted mare called Nayl had sought to take the throne. Not that Sim could truly blame her, after the several months of quiet that had fallen over the terrain. Not after the seeming absenteeism of their panther queen. Their numbers seemed to be dwindling, and he'd found that to be terribly unfortunate. He loved Naga, like a little sister, and had promised to stand beside her and personally watch her come to her potential. He had been so full of pride for her when he'd come to learn she was queen, and had high hopes of what she would bring her queendom to be. Don't get him wrong, he's not disappointed in her now, but he- probably as well as others in the herd- began to think perhaps she wasn't quite ready for the position. Her disappearance hadn't helped. Nor did the fact that she didn't have much support from her people. Simeon had promised to stand beside her, though, and he would. Every step. Even if she came back from the challenge and lost. It didn't mean the end, for her. She could rise again, no matter which way the chips fell. He would be there for her regardless.
Dawn on the coast was truly one of the most wonderful sights to see. It is one of his very favorites, even of everything he had seen on his many travels. The sunrise on this beach especially took the cake; made all the better by being his. His home. A hint of concern turned his typically smiling face into a bit of a frown as he wondered how Nayl would change things if she won the crown. He doesn't worry whether she will be a good queen, or even a not so good one. No, instead he wondered what she planned to do about his presence among the women here. He simply can't fathom being turned out, although he does not know how well he would take becoming a man slave. The roan stallion shook his head to clear the thoughts away. A short time would tell what would soon become of the coastline of Nerine. For now, he continued his patrol, generally relaxed features with a low headset as he meandered down to the gray shores, sidling along the banks and walking the length. He enjoyed his time here the most, with the saltwater gently lapping at his hooves now and again. No sense in ruining it with troublesome thoughts.
He had heard whispers on the wind, more than just the changing of the seasons, but apparently also a potential change in leadership. The painted mare called Nayl had sought to take the throne. Not that Sim could truly blame her, after the several months of quiet that had fallen over the terrain. Not after the seeming absenteeism of their panther queen. Their numbers seemed to be dwindling, and he'd found that to be terribly unfortunate. He loved Naga, like a little sister, and had promised to stand beside her and personally watch her come to her potential. He had been so full of pride for her when he'd come to learn she was queen, and had high hopes of what she would bring her queendom to be. Don't get him wrong, he's not disappointed in her now, but he- probably as well as others in the herd- began to think perhaps she wasn't quite ready for the position. Her disappearance hadn't helped. Nor did the fact that she didn't have much support from her people. Simeon had promised to stand beside her, though, and he would. Every step. Even if she came back from the challenge and lost. It didn't mean the end, for her. She could rise again, no matter which way the chips fell. He would be there for her regardless.
Dawn on the coast was truly one of the most wonderful sights to see. It is one of his very favorites, even of everything he had seen on his many travels. The sunrise on this beach especially took the cake; made all the better by being his. His home. A hint of concern turned his typically smiling face into a bit of a frown as he wondered how Nayl would change things if she won the crown. He doesn't worry whether she will be a good queen, or even a not so good one. No, instead he wondered what she planned to do about his presence among the women here. He simply can't fathom being turned out, although he does not know how well he would take becoming a man slave. The roan stallion shook his head to clear the thoughts away. A short time would tell what would soon become of the coastline of Nerine. For now, he continued his patrol, generally relaxed features with a low headset as he meandered down to the gray shores, sidling along the banks and walking the length. He enjoyed his time here the most, with the saltwater gently lapping at his hooves now and again. No sense in ruining it with troublesome thoughts.
as the grasses grow, so will I go…
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
OOC: So he's been here. Just quietly. This post is open for anyone ^^