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12-09-2014, 02:30 PM
Scarecrow The days had dragged on immensely since he had arrived. He was too mute to do much, only cower behind fillies in fear for himself. So he resided within the shadows. Shadows, however, were much harder to find here. Amidst the sun, cactus and palm trees there was rarely a respite from living conspicuously. So the water had served as his companion for the time being. His scarecrow hung heavily from his neck, it was his albatross that would never go away. Although it itched and scratched at the skin of his chest, he had grown used to it by now. His growing body was accustomed to more than when he arrived. He was taller now, nearing his height of seventeen hands. Yet, the muscle he lacked. His body was lean, and any warrior could consider him malnourished. Not straying from the shore, his grazing was limited to see grasses and anything that looked edible when washed up on the shore. He had learned quickly that fish both smell and taste awful. So the shadow was becoming nothing more than a faded memory here. It was sad really, but to his own fault of course. As a child, and mute, that scary leader man did not make him feel any more comfortable. Cerin knew for sure that he would never find out about his little secret. The images of him killing Cerin crossed his mind numerous times. The girl he'd met, Sia the man called her? She was nice, she stood up to him. Although Cerin hadn't proved himself in any way. He was still nothing more than a mute who had no talent. The boy found a little rocky patch near the ocean. He curled up between to large boulders, placing his head gently against the sand. His nose pressed into the damp ground, leaving an impression. He sighed knowing that was the only good impression he would ever get of himself. [ooc: open for anyone, trying to get him active! ^^] these words are all we have |
