The Fatalist [JUDGE]

The Fatalist [JUDGE]

Birch Posts: 37

Windtossed Foothills Warrior

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 84 Months

Adoptable

09-13-2012, 11:05 PM (This post was last modified: 09-14-2012, 06:07 AM by Birch.)

The white draft watches in silence as a stranger approaches. From his withers sprouts the massive tree that is his life. In the faint wind its dying leaves rustle and fall, just as they do each passing orangemoon. His thick, long coat, often a pink-orange hue that resembles a sunset, is now bleached to emulate the color of fresh-fallen snow. Only the blood-red stripes across his legs stand out against his coat. He is an image of power and unwavering strength, but in his heart he feels nothing other than a desire for the end of it all.

The stranger arrives with a bare back and a steady expression that even the pessimist can respect. There is some sort of determination there that he recognizes as something he had once seen in his father. He cannot make himself forget, not even now. He stands far from Prim'sylvia, takes root in the soil of an unfamiliar land, and yet he is haunted by the ghost of the stallion he allowed to die. How curious a concept that death is ever present, how dark a shadow is that which is cast by the reaper. Birch finds himself the encompassing black. He closes his eyes and sees nothing. He imagines that he is dying, and for a moment feels at peace.

But his lids inevitably force themselves open once more and his white lashes strike the air with a misleading fervor that suggests he has been reborn. Alas, it is simply a hatred of what he sees that brings such fury to his movements. The stranger offers him a place to stay, refuge- as if he would ever accept, especially from a stranger. "What have you to offer me? A life of contentment?" The massive creature asked mockingly. Surely the being before him did not believe in such folly, or at the very least that a stranger such as himself could be convincing enough to change Birch's mind.

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