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12-22-2013, 04:37 AM
He could hear his heart too clearly, a steady rhythm pulsing through his ears. The din in his mind had finally died down, the storm howling past to leave the lake's surface glassy smooth and clear—but there was no sun shining, only a lingering veil of drab clouds and thin fog. Despite the glorious day, the vibrant green and startling blue, and the warm sunlight filtering down through the slowly yellowing willow leaves, the world seemed gray to him, robbed of its life and glory. Even the scents seemed muted out somehow. Blinking slowly Mauja raised his head to look at them; the lively mare seemed subdued, too. Maybe it was the company's fault. Mauja was hardly at his best, and the other, well, he seemed quite a beast, somewhere halfway between disinterested and.. disturbing.
“Wondering can be good for you, but it can also be dangerous.” Doesn't that depend on where you wander, though? "What do you know of danger, little girl? Imagination is the gateway to a beautiful life." Leathery wings unfolded with a sound reminiscent of dragon wings, stretched out as the black stallion hoofed his way around the bright Parelia. Mauja's eyes followed him, mostly because he moved, then narrowed slightly. He didn't quite like the way this was going. The way he was acting. The way he'd acted before, too. Even through the apathy he felt his mind stir; something about that kind of behavior always rubbed him the wrong way. He wasn't sure what it was, the implication of male superiority or the female inferiority.. or if it simply was assuming, and rude. His white ears flicked back, into his thick mane. He'd love to see him get a kick in the face from Parelia.
"Play with fire and you get burned," Mauja warned in a tired rumble, blue eyes still narrowed. The world was mad and dangerous enough as it was; did you really have to go seek it out? It'd come around and bite you in the ass sooner or later anyway. Better be happy and safe for as long as you could. Maybe then you won't die when the wolves come around.
He seemed young, though, younger than Mauja.
And after all, what do the young know of wolves?
You thought you were invincible.
But you always learned the hard way that you weren't.
[ in case you go "huh are you dumb?" at me, the part about storm/clouds/fog is just Mauja's mental landscape, and not anything physically happening xP ]
