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Siska couldn't quite describe what took him to the forest. It might have been that his hooves wouldn't stay still. His surroundings were so new to him, and his curiosity led him far to places he had never known. Living most of his life in a safe haven, with his seclude herd hadn't readied him for the big bad world. He was tired beyond belief. Weak. His legs burned from the journey he had just undertaken, from his homeland. The penetrating sensation could be felt deep in his bones while he walked, the aching that never ended. The fatigue followed him, closer than a shadow. Some days, it was hard to even lift his head when he awoke. The young stallion would feel so frail, he wasn’t sure if he could get up to graze. On occasion, he’d catch a glimpse of himself, perhaps reflected in the water, to remind him of the grotesque burn scars marking his body. To his dismay, the now healed wounds had grown hair, but instead of the red dun coat it was white. Nothing could make it more obvious of his afflictions
He moved autonomously, carrying his stocky frame closer and closer, through the jagged rocks and twisted roots. With careful steps, he strode inside, wary of stones that might trip him up. Baring most of his weight to the right he kept going, relying solely on his limited vision. His damaged eye inhibited most of his vision, but he hoped in time it would heal and recover his eyesight. It looked much worse than it was, the injured area turning a cloudy, ominous blue. This only added to his unrefined appearance.
He stumbled a couple times, at first, getting used to the uneven terrain. His hooves made a dull ‘clop’ on the stone flooring, echoing back into his auds in a hypnotic way. He moves without thinking, all until he heard something nondescript. His ears twitched at the sound trying to find the source of it. He didn't speak, just waited, scanning for the landscape for any sign of movement
A full collapse and caving in
Just wait for faith to kick in
Siska couldn't quite describe what took him to the forest. It might have been that his hooves wouldn't stay still. His surroundings were so new to him, and his curiosity led him far to places he had never known. Living most of his life in a safe haven, with his seclude herd hadn't readied him for the big bad world. He was tired beyond belief. Weak. His legs burned from the journey he had just undertaken, from his homeland. The penetrating sensation could be felt deep in his bones while he walked, the aching that never ended. The fatigue followed him, closer than a shadow. Some days, it was hard to even lift his head when he awoke. The young stallion would feel so frail, he wasn’t sure if he could get up to graze. On occasion, he’d catch a glimpse of himself, perhaps reflected in the water, to remind him of the grotesque burn scars marking his body. To his dismay, the now healed wounds had grown hair, but instead of the red dun coat it was white. Nothing could make it more obvious of his afflictions
He moved autonomously, carrying his stocky frame closer and closer, through the jagged rocks and twisted roots. With careful steps, he strode inside, wary of stones that might trip him up. Baring most of his weight to the right he kept going, relying solely on his limited vision. His damaged eye inhibited most of his vision, but he hoped in time it would heal and recover his eyesight. It looked much worse than it was, the injured area turning a cloudy, ominous blue. This only added to his unrefined appearance.
He stumbled a couple times, at first, getting used to the uneven terrain. His hooves made a dull ‘clop’ on the stone flooring, echoing back into his auds in a hypnotic way. He moves without thinking, all until he heard something nondescript. His ears twitched at the sound trying to find the source of it. He didn't speak, just waited, scanning for the landscape for any sign of movement
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word count: 349
notes: love me please? :3
word count: 349
notes: love me please? :3
lost track of time as I stood in line
Amidst the other believers
