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A day of growing warmth had come to pass, a day of spring. The sun was shining, and the land was coming out of it’s frozen grave, springing back to life. Sunshine hit on the back of a black clydesdale standing tall. He moved with grace despite his large body. His eyes moved back and forth along the forest, looking, searching. His family had disappeared long ago, and he was still searching for them, but he knew in his heart that he wouldn’t find them. He had kept the thought in his heart thought, made a promise to himself long ago that he would never stop until he found them. With a sigh he drove the thought out of his mind. This was a new land, maybe a new world. He shouldn’t contemplate upon thinking of a forgotten past, one that might have not even existed in the first place. The past was a sore subject, and filled with a sourness that made others regret there actions and clarify them as mistake, and forever changed them into a sack full of self-hatred and lies. He wouldn’t follow or continue down that path, oh no. It was unhealthy for one to look backwards, and being upside down was even better than that, and was a good start. But looking forward was the only goal he had in mind, and he kept with it. He yearned to be himself again, and it was tiring to have to pretend to be something he wasn’t. He had acted nicely towards other travelers through passing and as partners, but he was bored of it. What was the fun of being nice? He didn’t understand it. His green orbs looked at the sun coming in through the canopy, grasping the rays and taking them into his body. His golden horns shined in the sunlight, and his wings glistened where the solar light hit them halfway. He was drenched in half-light and half shadow, as he should be. There was no better place for him, and many would soon to come find that out. He was always in the grey, in between everyone else. Unpredictable, some would say. But that’s the fun of it.
"blah blah blah"
"think think think"
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The Trickster's Way (Thor, Lakota, Sandman, Open)
