He could feel the cold growing deeper and deeper within him, gnawing through his bones to his very soul. What was left of it anyway. In his mere five years upon the Earth he had witnessed battles, taken part in them, smelled the lingering stench of the dead, watched their souls leave their broken forms. What was worse than that however was seeing those who had loved them in life, fall to their dead in anguish. To him, watching their hearts shatter to a million pieces, never to be whole again, that was what chipped away at his being. He hated to be a part of it, but it was the road he traveled, and their was no turning back now.
Then, here in this cold wasteland, a soft, beautiful flower bloomed. A silver angel descended from the very stars, the mark of midnight still upon her belly. How was it that he, a broken stud with the remnants of a soul, came to stand beneath the twinkling of her kinsmen and the rising moon with such a rare gem? The answer to such a question he did not know.
He watched her closely, her delicate form shivering slightly in the chill of the night air. Her lips moving ever so slightly as she seemed to turn her gaze inward. He frowned. It was as if she spoke to herself. Perhaps muttering about the cold, perhaps not. Who was he to be judge and jury.
With a shake, she focused her red-brown eyes back on him, and he felt the heat from her gaze traverse his toned and scared body. Damn it felt good to be in the company of a lady so enticing. Her eyes latched onto his own and he felt as though he could not tear his orbs from hers if he tried. It was a mesmerizing, all encompassing stare.
When at last her chiming voice drifted through the air to his perked, fluttering ears he could hardly contain the cheeky grin that threatened at her acceptance of his offer. She was as sweet as the first blooms of alfalfa in the beginning months of Birdsong in her words and Desp began to feel a stirring within him. Perhaps, in time, he could see himself with this pretty creature. For now she was a nice trinket to look at, someone to speak to on his journey, but who could tell where life would lead.
His thoughts were jarred back to present, and he felt his emerald eyes narrow in a mixture of concern and suspicion at his new companion. Her body seemed to be convulsing, acting of its own accord. Stepping back a step to avoid the violent flailing of the spike protruding from her brow, he allowed her space.
Desp had heard of a rare equine or two developing a shaking disorder, losing consciousness and thrashing upon the ground, but this was something different all together. She appeared to be battling herself, even crying out as she did so.
At last, under his quiet stare, the mare ceased movement as though she had wiped herself out. As she gazed back to him, she muttered something about the cold affecting her, but now Desp wasn't so sure. Maybe she was dangerous, or had the shaking disease. Maybe she was crazy. Whatever she was, she was his travelling companion now. Only time would tell what troubled the little beast.
"M'lady? Are you alright?"
He ignored her mutterings about the chilly air. He doubted now that it had anything to do with that. Perhaps they should move anyway however. Having stood for so long the young stud could feel the cold creeping into his muscles, stiffening him.
"Shall we?"
He gestured forwards, south bound and down, with a bob of his mighty skull, thick forelock drifting over his eyes before he shook it slightly, allowing for him to see her.
Tag;;@[Cashmere]
Words;; 655
OOC;; Well that was a lot of internal stuff for him.. Not much to go on I know, but feel free to progress this as you want. I am fine with Her taking over and attempting to harm Desp as well at some point, so you know. It is very fun :D They are an odd pair, thats for damned sure.
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