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12-30-2014, 01:46 AM
He said my name. Well, at least I knew it was Gaucho. Only he spoke in that rough, low tone that was now circling across the fields. Relatively evenly he said my name, though it seemed as though there was not as much hatred as I would have expected to radiate off of him. Hopefully harsh feelings had dissipated, though I still lacked the belief that he wouldn't cause a situation which could have been avoided had he the ability to communicate a little bit clearer.
Blind eyes looked over to directly where he was standing, though they lacked the focus that should have been there had one been able to see. I could feel Mara there, and I could also feel the tilt of his cranium which seemed to indicate that he wasn't looking directly at me either. My head tilts crookedly, ears flickering forward in a little bit of confusion. So, as if to ascertain this a bit more clearly, I drop my head for a minute, snort quietly and flick my tail, sending a low bit of vibrations through the ground and up through his frame to give me a clearer image. And, as I pulled my head up I also yanked up a piece of grass to make it look less conspicuous. "Gaucho - there will never be a day that I am not blind. However, I don't believe you are actually looking at me. I could be wrong though, the vibrations could be lying." I snorted, slightly amused as a gentle smile curled up my lips. Oh, this was great. A gentle laugh escaped my maw. "Please, do correct me if I'm wrong, after all I can't see to confirm this. But - how does it feel to be blind as well, Gaucho?" No. I wasn't mocking - simply highly amused that someone else was suffering from the same affliction that I had been my entire life. And if I was wrong, then I would apologize - but right now, the idea of him bumbling around and possibly hitting a tree or another horse was doing everything to keep me amused. "But really. How are you doing? How is the Throat doing? Africa said you took your place as Sultan again…" No more words on the fact that I didn't really enjoy the idea. No. Just… wanting to see what his opinion on everything was - see something from his side, even if only just this once. Rasta you're my downfall, you're my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues - i can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you |
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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