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01-03-2013, 08:16 PM
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Mud shifted the unknown color of the stud's bodice to the dark black that hung about him like a cloak. Kaj had no problem with the sticky substance, having a decent appreciation for the earth and its children. Even so he could not fathom how someone could remain willingly in it, so that nearly every square inch of them was covered in the muck. Brute seemed lifeless and bedraggled, nearly lifeless as if he had lost his meaning in the world. It was unnerving, yet only further encouraged the aureate stallion to help him back on his feet. Figuratively at least. Cranium rose slowly to meet his eyes; at least he had the energy to do so. If he was injured Kaj would have been completely unaware, for the mud covered everything eyes could discern in a usual case. At last he rocked to his feet, though he seemed dead on them. Mane falling limp and lifeless over his shoulders and face, only accentuating the crushed look in his gaze. As he did this Kaj lifted his head once again, realizing that once again he was taller than the other. He had long gotten used to it however and hardly paid the thought any mind. Kaj had no input considering his body type, and the Gods had found it fit to make him tower over everyone else. Stag spoke again and Kaj focused himself, as he always did. He had a terrible attention span. The defeated tone had him feeling pity for him, but also understanding. "Nearly every soul has been in your shoes, my friend." Never saying any more than was needed, as was his way. As the brute turned his eyes to his own state, Kaj took not of it once again. "Shelter. A healer, should you need it. A home. A family. Guidance. Directions. Whatever it is you seek I shall strive to fulfill." Simple and to the point. There was no going wrong with that. |
