North.
Skywalker entertains himself with necessity; in the dark he weaves in and out of shadow, across grasslands and mires, in the sullen gloom of woodlands, down trodden paths and through thick undergrowth. He is quiet and systematic, drawing a map of intent, clearing the dark of uncertainty – curiously wandering this way and that, tracing the lines of Helovia into the dark corridors of his memory. There is quiet in his mouth that feels cold as the mists that swivel between his steps and digs into the hollow echo that snap at his heels. The quiet has grown and tastes metallic between his pursed lips; Skywalker knows what it means and while he does not deny it he resents it. Company. Try as he might it is an instinct he cannot quell, and it picks at him like the vulture on the carcass.
So he has headed north for some reason and finds himself climbing up a snaking path; through mist and fog, peering down with every rock that scatter and fall down the mountainside by decree of his shuffling hooves. The hard rock underfoot cries sharply with his every step and the sound screams mockingly in his ears. Someone more apt at climbing might find the rhythmic sound assuring, he realizes – not without bitterness – but Skywalker finds no comfort in the way the sound shears through the blinding fog. He is not precisely living up to his namesake, he thinks and purses his thin lips. Still, he moves on, resolute and unyielding, knowing that all ways lead somewhere: this one hopefully to a point from which he can see the world.
Finally – like a milky curtain – the mist parts for him. The incline is gone and the stallion lets his gaze sweep, greedily, over the unlikely vastness that gathers him up from the steep climb. Above him is the sky, close and punctured with stars: moonlight spills into his mane and slithers down his narrow shoulders, leaving the black stallion eerily aglow. In the milky light, everything seems inverted – darkness that exists in light.
Slowly, he walks into the gentle sway of the grass.
S K Y W A L K E R.
OOC: Open for any & all
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