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Windblown (open)

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Aurora Basin Phantom
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.2 :: 5
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06-03-2017, 06:30 PM (This post was last modified: 06-04-2017, 10:18 AM by Canaan. Edit Reason: Typo )

Canaan
Screams of the Innocent





A dust devil danced down the street
Gathered the trash in a heap
Like a gift it just fell at my feet
All windblown
What a treasure your memory is
Even if it's all windblown

Like a leaf on a wind, like the hair in your face, a whisper through the trees. I am windblown. I am the lost, the forgotten. Those that knew me have forgotten; those that see me look past. It's not that I mind. The horrors of my past bind me but I pretend not to care. I take little part in this world and so being ignored is just a casual part of my week. But, being the windblown seed that has failed to take root, eventually I must journey to a new land. And so I've left my previous home after home after home... if you care to call them that.. and ended up in this new.. place. I don't know it's name and more likely than not I won't even be here long enough to bother needing that knowledge. Where I've stumbled now is a meadow, secluded and quiet, with a small creek running through it. There are no birds in the sky nor waterfowl swimming the creek. In the autumn sun it is a beautiful but desolate place. I know sometimes when fellow horses find new herds or travel abroad they feel a need to make themselves known to.. well whomever might be there. Certainly as a young colt I followed such procedures myself. But now, a young stallion, I can't say that I have such desires. My standard protocol is to pretend I don't exist. Finding a "home" is overrated, especially when I have no intention of making ties to the land or its occupants. And so as I walk in the setting sun toward the creek I made no sounds except for my hooves on the grass.

I step into the creek and stop, postponing the crossing. I look down at my reflection, distorted by ripples. There is nothing appealing there. I lean up against the medium grade bank and rub mud over my neck and into the itchy bed of my mane, tangling the hairs into semi-knotted cords. The creek is not wide, but deep enough to reach my knees. I bend and roll into the bank, coating one side of my body in cool mud. I stand again and shake, ridding myself of droplets but not of the soil that I've ground into my skin. A derisive snort escapes my nostrils. There, I think, handsomer already.

"blah blah blah."


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Windblown (open) - by Canaan - 06-03-2017, 06:30 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Noah - 06-04-2017, 07:02 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Sansa - 06-04-2017, 03:50 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Nora - 06-05-2017, 12:05 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Canaan - 06-05-2017, 12:27 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Beloved - 06-05-2017, 10:54 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Noah - 06-05-2017, 06:32 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Sansa - 06-05-2017, 09:13 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Nora - 06-06-2017, 11:57 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Canaan - 06-06-2017, 12:40 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Beloved - 06-06-2017, 04:02 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Noah - 06-06-2017, 06:36 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Nora - 06-11-2017, 09:38 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Canaan - 06-11-2017, 03:42 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Beloved - 06-12-2017, 11:34 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Noah - 06-13-2017, 10:01 PM

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