09-14-2016, 11:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-15-2016, 12:32 AM by Simeon.
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The cold had begun to seep passed his winter coat the further the sun began to sink from the sky. It had been a dry day, not too much cloud coverage, and the coming dusk cast orange and pink in with the blues as well as purples where the clouds did linger. However, the more the sun set, the more he noticed the chilled breeze picking up. It was as though the great Mountain itself was breathing down Beqanna's spine, making sure they all remembered its presence. Its reason for being. Though how could they forget? How could they forget how their world crumbled and shifted? Like a phoenix that burned into dust, only to be reborn, renewed. The bay roan stallion still wasn't exactly sure of what to make of this new world, this new version of it. But he didn't hate it, and he certainly wasn't afraid. He wasn't bitter, wasn't angry. What he did feel was disappointed. Simeon had spent so much time away from home, his wanderer's soul carrying him far and wide. He had seen so much outside of Beqanna's borders, had experienced so much. He really couldn't bring himself to regret any of it. There had been such freedom in being able to adventure and explore, but always having somewhere to return. Always a place to call home. The Jungle. It always had stood so strong, even at low times when her life had been threatened, she had always bounced back and flourished. It was all gone now. Unlikely to return, if he was to believe the sinking feeling in his gut.
It was as though that very thought had drawn another breath from the north, and an even colder chill bit down on him causing his muscles to stiffen. So different from the humid warmth that'd always been there to hold them all close and tight. Safe and sturdy. His disappointment doubled at the memory of returning to her. No sooner had he placed himself in the center of the Jungle, he'd been plucked and plopped into the meadow. One of the last remaining familiar places in Beqanna. There, he'd met a solemn and down-trodden Gunsynd, who'd clearly felt much the same loss for his home in the Valley as he felt for the Jungle. Simeon had felt for the guy, but had spat fire at him for his 'fuck everything' attitude. What good did giving up do for anyone? He'd told the other male something similar, and here he was being a hypocrite and feeling down himself. They'd parted ways talking about getting to work to rebuild what they'd lost. And they would. Somehow, someway. It may not be all the same, but Simeon refused to believe it had to be a bad thing. Change could be a great thing, but forced change- and so huge as this one was- was like an intervention on a drug addict for some. He understood this, and maybe it was up to him to help those who were cracking find their way. But damn, he'd never felt so lost and alone. Two things that he would have never used to describe himself to be. Where were the Amazons? Where was what was left of his family? He had to find them. At least some of them.
As though it were some force of answered prayers, a scent wafted to his nose. A scent he would always recognize, rich and bittersweet. The Jungle. He wasn't sure of the wearer, but one thing was certain- well, two things. One, it belonged to a female; and two, not just any female but a sister. One who'd dwelled there long enough for that wonderful scent to etch and cling to her skin and fur. With renewed vigor, Simeon picked up his pace through the trees and over brush and snow until he found her. A lovely mare, tall and slender with a coat as black as night, marked with only the slightest bits of white. He slowed as he neared her, not wanting to spook her if she was unaware of his approach. Though he knew he'd made plenty of noise (hard not to for a stallion like him, average height but well muscled and built for an active lifestyle), he released a deep whicker in her direction. Having been raised in the Jungle, by Scorch no less, Simeon knew better than to double-cross an Amazonian woman. They weren't typically easily frightened, but still best not to startle them. "Scusami, signora. I hope I'm not intruding, but I couldn't help but notice you. Have we met before?" He placed himself at a respectful distance from her, facing her from a few feet away. His voice was deep and smooth with an undertone of an Italian accent (similar to his father's), tone gentle and inquisitive. Dual colored eyes- the left a rich chocolate, the right an earthy green- search her face for recognition, feeling as though he'd seen her before but was unable to quite remember. "Did you know Scorch and Hestoni?"
((Sooo.. Simeon was kiiinda around when Naga first came to the Zons, and since she was taken in by Scorch, I assume he's at least heard of her. Maybe could have met her at least once. But that was long ago, so you can play it how you want ^^))
It was as though that very thought had drawn another breath from the north, and an even colder chill bit down on him causing his muscles to stiffen. So different from the humid warmth that'd always been there to hold them all close and tight. Safe and sturdy. His disappointment doubled at the memory of returning to her. No sooner had he placed himself in the center of the Jungle, he'd been plucked and plopped into the meadow. One of the last remaining familiar places in Beqanna. There, he'd met a solemn and down-trodden Gunsynd, who'd clearly felt much the same loss for his home in the Valley as he felt for the Jungle. Simeon had felt for the guy, but had spat fire at him for his 'fuck everything' attitude. What good did giving up do for anyone? He'd told the other male something similar, and here he was being a hypocrite and feeling down himself. They'd parted ways talking about getting to work to rebuild what they'd lost. And they would. Somehow, someway. It may not be all the same, but Simeon refused to believe it had to be a bad thing. Change could be a great thing, but forced change- and so huge as this one was- was like an intervention on a drug addict for some. He understood this, and maybe it was up to him to help those who were cracking find their way. But damn, he'd never felt so lost and alone. Two things that he would have never used to describe himself to be. Where were the Amazons? Where was what was left of his family? He had to find them. At least some of them.
As though it were some force of answered prayers, a scent wafted to his nose. A scent he would always recognize, rich and bittersweet. The Jungle. He wasn't sure of the wearer, but one thing was certain- well, two things. One, it belonged to a female; and two, not just any female but a sister. One who'd dwelled there long enough for that wonderful scent to etch and cling to her skin and fur. With renewed vigor, Simeon picked up his pace through the trees and over brush and snow until he found her. A lovely mare, tall and slender with a coat as black as night, marked with only the slightest bits of white. He slowed as he neared her, not wanting to spook her if she was unaware of his approach. Though he knew he'd made plenty of noise (hard not to for a stallion like him, average height but well muscled and built for an active lifestyle), he released a deep whicker in her direction. Having been raised in the Jungle, by Scorch no less, Simeon knew better than to double-cross an Amazonian woman. They weren't typically easily frightened, but still best not to startle them. "Scusami, signora. I hope I'm not intruding, but I couldn't help but notice you. Have we met before?" He placed himself at a respectful distance from her, facing her from a few feet away. His voice was deep and smooth with an undertone of an Italian accent (similar to his father's), tone gentle and inquisitive. Dual colored eyes- the left a rich chocolate, the right an earthy green- search her face for recognition, feeling as though he'd seen her before but was unable to quite remember. "Did you know Scorch and Hestoni?"
((Sooo.. Simeon was kiiinda around when Naga first came to the Zons, and since she was taken in by Scorch, I assume he's at least heard of her. Maybe could have met her at least once. But that was long ago, so you can play it how you want ^^))
