Damn all the gods in heaven and hell it was cold. Colder than Desperado liked, and so he traveled south. As far south as south went if he could make it that far before Frostfall really kicked into high gear. He had only recently left behind piles of ice and snow for a more mild, yet still bone chilling climate.
Hoarfrost gathered under foot as the sun sank on his left hip, casting a weak yellow glow across the giant meadow spanning away in the distance. As the dark stallion stepped over and around the dying vegetation, he let his gaze wander the path he strode. It was a pretty sight he had to admit. The silver glint of ice diamonds forming on the ground, the glare of the last light before dusk, the way his breath misted into the air, froze, and fell from the sky. Shaking his body slightly as he walked, the dark stallion was more and more grateful for the long mane that continued from the base of his neck across his spine.
Behind him, as the last of the sun finally sank behind the horizon, leaving only a faint glow, delicate hoof prints kissed the earth. He knew this was prime tracking material should anyone be following, but he knew of no one that would wish to harm him. His guard remained up nonetheless however. It was when you felt the safest that danger took you. Flicking his ears slightly in the growing dark, he let out a small sigh.
Company would be nice, he decided. Having met many others on his journey, all headed south just as he was, he had yet to meet someone who piqued his interest enough to keep them around. Being alone was starting to wear on his mind, and he could tell. Walking along he would often times catch himself speaking to the air, or worse, to himself.
At last night took a hold of the earth. The first of many stars peaking through their black curtain to stare down at him, and Desperado found that he was speaking to them now.
" You must get lonely up there at the beginning of the nights. All by yourselves until the others care to join you. Of course you have others who will join you. I seem to be quite alone on my journey.
Desp snorted. What the fuck was he thinking. Speaking to stars as if they could hear him. All they cared to do was blink at him from the bruised night sky. Slowly being joined by their comrades, just as the stud had predicted.
Another snort. Whatever. He was over it.
"Speech"
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OOC;; Not the best ever, but my muse is low. Just spitting words now.
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