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09-05-2016, 09:45 PM
良克
Ryouta
I hear him, but choose not to turn my attention toward the approaching hoofbeats.
They are calm and steady, not the sound of a rushing attacker. I hope they do not approach, so attempt to look busy. I remain watching the bubbling, chirpy surface of the cold waters. I imagine the stream to be some distant run off of the mountains, carrying with it the chill of ice. I stare and stare, hoping that I would fall into the waters and drown in the some few inches depth rather than deal with someone else in an otherwise peaceful morning.
I am not so lucky.
Lo.
Ah, so it begins.
I turn my head, looking at the larger stallion with a blank gaze, an empty face, a nonchalance. His black frame is painted with ivory mimicking a skull. I think, judging by the glimmer of crimson, it is probably fitting. Some beast, more obvious than most, coming to greet me. I am not afraid, for I do not fear anything these days. If he were some reaper come to collect me, drag me to the pits of hell to roast for eternity, I would not be surprised.
The sad attempt at conversation makes me believe he is simply a fierce looking man. Mortal, possibly dangerous. I sigh. Yet again, no death comes for me on this day. I am getting used to such disappointments.
"Aye," I say, my voice just as empty as my expression. "It keeps better company than most." One might assume I am joking, but I find nature to be much less invasive, annoying, and idiotic than the general population. He would not find a shred of sarcasm in my voice, not the hint of humor.
"What has you out and about so early?" I ask, though there is no curiosity in my tone. I do not really care, but I am finding conversation will exist around others whether I care for it or not. When I am some faceless stranger in this realm, no one avoids my presence, no one shies away from my approach. I am no one.
They do not fear a nobody, clearly.
""
ooc -- Please :)
They are calm and steady, not the sound of a rushing attacker. I hope they do not approach, so attempt to look busy. I remain watching the bubbling, chirpy surface of the cold waters. I imagine the stream to be some distant run off of the mountains, carrying with it the chill of ice. I stare and stare, hoping that I would fall into the waters and drown in the some few inches depth rather than deal with someone else in an otherwise peaceful morning.
I am not so lucky.
Lo.
Ah, so it begins.
I turn my head, looking at the larger stallion with a blank gaze, an empty face, a nonchalance. His black frame is painted with ivory mimicking a skull. I think, judging by the glimmer of crimson, it is probably fitting. Some beast, more obvious than most, coming to greet me. I am not afraid, for I do not fear anything these days. If he were some reaper come to collect me, drag me to the pits of hell to roast for eternity, I would not be surprised.
The sad attempt at conversation makes me believe he is simply a fierce looking man. Mortal, possibly dangerous. I sigh. Yet again, no death comes for me on this day. I am getting used to such disappointments.
"Aye," I say, my voice just as empty as my expression. "It keeps better company than most." One might assume I am joking, but I find nature to be much less invasive, annoying, and idiotic than the general population. He would not find a shred of sarcasm in my voice, not the hint of humor.
"What has you out and about so early?" I ask, though there is no curiosity in my tone. I do not really care, but I am finding conversation will exist around others whether I care for it or not. When I am some faceless stranger in this realm, no one avoids my presence, no one shies away from my approach. I am no one.
They do not fear a nobody, clearly.
""
ooc -- Please :)
誰がこの心のために殺されことを非難するのですか
Dare ga kono kokoro no tame ni korosa re koto o hinan suru nodesu ka?
@Volterra
