With Love, I Thought
Jul 26, 2013 13:47:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 13:47:32 GMT -5
He was not an intruder. He did not want any land that he could see here. Well, he wanted land, but that was not the issue right now. No, what he wanted, he had lost a few years ago. Now, he was just an older lone horse that wandered around the world. But he had his memories alive in his head and those memories are what made him keep living in a world where he had lost everything.
The chestnut stallion was still brilliant in color, but scars crossed his hide in patterns that made no sense. His legs were still clad in white stockings, but even these seemed older and not as white as they used to be. But he still held himself with pride and with a sense of love in his heart. His muzzle twitched as he looked around, scents of other horses filling his nostrils.
There was one smell in this area that had him coming here, one that he knew well. His son. But of course, he would not actively seek him out. He would likely not remember him at all and of course, his herd was no more. Oh his herd. The others, they were gone. Dead to this world and he knew that he would never see them anymore. He had not won that battle, the pureness of the religion was back and Avershon was making a comeback. So why was he not there? Simple, he was cast out and he could never return. It had grieved him so to hear those words, but he knew it would have to happen. Maybe one day a lovely Destrier or Palfrey would come to visit him, ,but he was still a bad name in those parts of the world.
His tail swung behind him, spreading snow in a soft powder along his rump. Winter was not his favorite season, not by a long shot. No, the cold seeped into his old joints and he ached horribly. His ears twitched as his eyes looked around. Those soft eyes were not as they once were, the sight was fading in them but he still saw well enough. He lowered his head to the snow and began to forage, a soft whinny floating from his muzzle before he could contain it.
The chestnut stallion was still brilliant in color, but scars crossed his hide in patterns that made no sense. His legs were still clad in white stockings, but even these seemed older and not as white as they used to be. But he still held himself with pride and with a sense of love in his heart. His muzzle twitched as he looked around, scents of other horses filling his nostrils.
There was one smell in this area that had him coming here, one that he knew well. His son. But of course, he would not actively seek him out. He would likely not remember him at all and of course, his herd was no more. Oh his herd. The others, they were gone. Dead to this world and he knew that he would never see them anymore. He had not won that battle, the pureness of the religion was back and Avershon was making a comeback. So why was he not there? Simple, he was cast out and he could never return. It had grieved him so to hear those words, but he knew it would have to happen. Maybe one day a lovely Destrier or Palfrey would come to visit him, ,but he was still a bad name in those parts of the world.
His tail swung behind him, spreading snow in a soft powder along his rump. Winter was not his favorite season, not by a long shot. No, the cold seeped into his old joints and he ached horribly. His ears twitched as his eyes looked around. Those soft eyes were not as they once were, the sight was fading in them but he still saw well enough. He lowered his head to the snow and began to forage, a soft whinny floating from his muzzle before he could contain it.