07-17-2018, 09:06 PM
The audible crunch of the melting ground beneath his hooves barely registered in the ghostly equine's brain, of which was otherwise filled with fleeting thoughts of his own insignificance, let alone the insignificance of those around him. If only they knew, he mused to himself, how small they were in the grand scheme of things, they wouldn't be such ridiculous clowns. He was referring to, of course, the insanity of his previous temporary estate. When a yearling sat on the throne- you know it was about to be a giant shitshow. He shook his head, imagining just how long the hierarchy would last before being toppled with the slightest blow. Marienelli continued with his angsty musings, making his way out of the treeline with a gait that can be described as nothing else but 'unbothered'. Despite being in a new territory, Mar strolled with a calm demeanor that was typical of someone who had nothing else to lose, nor anything to gain for that matter. His aqua eyes searched the field lazily, not expecting to find anything of interest or concern. Most places were too enraptured in their own dramatic affairs to notice the arrival of a passerby, so Marienelli was used to floating through unnoticed. This was his routine- he arrived, observed the natural wonders and unyielding arrogance of those around for a few days, met some folks, realized that he was becoming attached, and moved on. He had been living the nomadic lifestyle since the age of three, when he escaped the pressure and prestige of domesticity.
Just thinking about it made him shudder.
Unruly grass and wildflowers tickled his fetlocks as he headed toward the roar of water conveniently placed in the center of the field... the center of commotion. Mar allowed himself a quick eyeroll and pushed onward into the crowd, weaseling his way through bodies without any disturbance. This was a skill that he had mastered at a young age, but in adulthood had become tricky due to his bulky figure. Still, he managed, and was soon secluded off to the side near the waterfall, occasionally putting his lips to the water in an effort to look preoccupied. He figured that here no one would bother him. Who would take interest in him anyway?
marienelli
i thought the money'd make you stay