Scarecrow

The days had dragged on immensely since he had arrived. He was too mute to do much, only cower behind fillies in fear for himself. So he resided within the shadows. Shadows, however, were much harder to find here. Amidst the sun, cactus and palm trees there was rarely a respite from living conspicuously. So the water had served as his companion for the time being.

His scarecrow hung heavily from his neck, it was his albatross that would never go away. Although it itched and scratched at the skin of his chest, he had grown used to it by now. His growing body was accustomed to more than when he arrived. He was taller now, nearing his height of seventeen hands. Yet, the muscle he lacked. His body was lean, and any warrior could consider him malnourished. Not straying from the shore, his grazing was limited to see grasses and anything that looked edible when washed up on the shore. He had learned quickly that fish both smell and taste awful.

So the shadow was becoming nothing more than a faded memory here. It was sad really, but to his own fault of course. As a child, and mute, that scary leader man did not make him feel any more comfortable. Cerin knew for sure that he would never find out about his little secret. The images of him killing Cerin crossed his mind numerous times. The girl he'd met, Sia the man called her? She was nice, she stood up to him. Although Cerin hadn't proved himself in any way. He was still nothing more than a mute who had no talent.

The boy found a little rocky patch near the ocean. He curled up between to large boulders, placing his head gently against the sand. His nose pressed into the damp ground, leaving an impression. He sighed knowing that was the only good impression he would ever get of himself.

[ooc: open for anyone, trying to get him active! ^^]

these words are all we have

Scarecrow

He knows he had been spotted when he hears another set of hooves grinding into the sand of the beach. His eyes flicker up for a moment, only to catch a glimpse of the filly who was approaching. As quickly as he looked up, his eyes turned back to the sand. How could he look a girl in the face when he was in such a state of weakness? He was pathetic, and a low-life. Cerin half expected her to laugh, but all the fillies he had met lately actually seemed to generally care. Maybe she would be the same. It just stinks that none of them would ever find out who he was, or his story. Instead, he has to live in a state of his own mind, doomed to listen to others and not speak.

His ears flickered atop his head, finally leaving the position that they always seemed to be in; glued to his head. It was weird, finally having to listen again. His ears felt tired and strained just by moving, even if only slightly. She seemed generally worried, so he decided she at least deserved a little respect. He pulled his face away from the sand. Small grains clung to his face, but mostly blending in with his natural color. The rest of his body slowly followed suit, and soon he was standing on his feet. He was wobbling, but standing. The pendant too, swung woefully against his chest, it's dreary figure was the definition of him.

His green eyes brightened a little, to show her that she had his attention. This filly was unlike the others he had met, she had wings, Sikeax had horns, and that other filly from the threshold looked like him. It was really odd, all these things. He looked to the ocean then, wondering if he took a plunge would he meet finned mer-horses. Yet, he looked back to the filly, realizing he had not answered her question. He simply nodded, his head bobbing and a few more grains of sand falling away from his face. As if to signal his name, again, he nosed the small figure upon his chest. She could call him something at least if she had something to identify him by.

[ooc: @[Spice] woo! <3 do you want to be tagged?]

these words are all we have

Scarecrow

At least she smiled, that was the most her could ask for. Usually when he didn't respond, the freaking out would usually occur. Either they would run away in fear of being possessed by a non existent demon, or they felt incredible pity for they felt he was too frail to take care of himself. Neither of them was true, though the latter was more probable. Today, he did look thin and frail, but he wasn't when he was at his usual robust glory. Even if he didn't prefer to fight, did that mean he could not defend himself? Certainly not, such a pity to know that all these horses have such violent reactions to him. If only he could show them, but that, after all, was the icing of the cake. If they hadn't already run to the hills, they did after that screaming that they wished their eyes would burn from their head and their memory erased so no demon could feed on their brains.

That is why he flinches, even in the glow of her smile. His reaction is vulgar, and he rears before falling backwards a few steps landing back on the sand. His heart beats wildly, hoping she had not been touched by him. If she had, the results could be devastating. Even though he had no wild images in his mind, she would see herself through his perspective, and how would she deal with that? His eyes stood wide and dumbfounded, he wanted to scream, to cry out but no words would come. This wretched curse was both a blessing and a gift. He could hide himself, but in the times when the situation needed words, he was useless.

The scarecrow hung swinging from his neck, and the way it bobbed made it look like it was laughing at him. He pushed his nose into his chest, forcing the little poppet to stop its mocking movement. Cerin's eyes were closed by now, to afraid to look up to see if she had run for the hills. The Gods above know that now the weird antlered guy who was the leader would kick him out. Gaucho already assumed he was useless, so why keep a bag of worthless flesh around? His mind reeled, where would he go now? Would he be forced to follow that other filly to her home, to the Worlds Edge? He hoped that if it came to that, he would be spared and allowed to run free. He would go there for sure, and this time, maybe this Edge will keep him safe, and out of the eyes of the sun.

[ooc: @[Spice] yes please ^^ :) || also if it didn't make sense, basically if spice decides to take some tap/hit from him rearing near her face, she'll see herself through his eyes.]

these words are all we have

Scarecrow

In those two precious moments his world had fallen to pieces. Her face seems to be contorted in a different manner, and suddenly words fall out of her mouth like a waterfall. It's a horrifying reality that becomes even more tangible the more she asks, and the more he can't reply. His green eyes stare not at her, but past her as if he's waiting for something to come and take him away. His body even begins to shake as he takes a few steps back until his rear is pressed up against the rough surface of a rock. There is no where to go, he is like a cornered animal awaiting death. He cannot fight, and he is at the bottom of the food chain. There is no hope.

As more time passes he can't fight her questions anymore. She wants to know, and whether or not he tells her, it could be the end anyways. His eyes dart to her and he nods slowly. His head bobbing ever so slightly to tell her that it was him who had done that. She had touched him, and everything is revealed. His breathing still hasn't calmed, but as he squeezes his eyes shut and he reaches out to her. Will she let him tell her? Explain to her what has gone on? Could she actually help him even if only for a little bit?

The world may never know, but it is time he tries. Too long he has banished himself to the shadows, and sooner or later, he'll have to crawl out of his safe zone. Even in the darkest places, the light can reach into it. So would she give him his chance to reach into the light?

@[Spice]

these words are all we have

Scarecrow

She's sad, and he can see it. The way she moves, and the way her eyes prickle, he notices. When one thing is missing, the others work harder so he is hyper focused on every small movement and twitch. He could not decipher what she was so sad at though, was she scared of him, or was she just trying to understand? The amount of scenarios are endless. Yet, again she reaches toward him, and this time, he steps into her touch. His bold green eyes meeting hers just before throwing her into his past. The memories are a mix of awful ones and beautiful ones. How long would she stay? He could not know, but it is time someone knows. She's sucked into his eyes, his body of the past.

It's a vision that's so vividly stuck in his mind. It begins, a mother of silver cradling him. His little vision sees on her loving eyes and strong face. She's a mother meant for greatness. The small boy pushes against her comfort, wanting to move, but she resists and keeps him close to her. Confused, but ultimately faithful to his mothers command, he stays. As the dawn falls out of the sky, a very bright light appears. The mother starts weeping, her tears staining her face, praising the light for its gift. Gift of what? Suddenly the light touches him, forcing him to see a scenario where he can put pictures into the minds of others. Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone. The foal blinked a few times, looking to the mom before curling up and falling asleep. Then his father showed up, he screamed and snorted at the silver protector, and like the star, eventually storming off.

The next morning another gift is stashed by his side. This time, the silver mother was gone, and he was left curled on the ground. He slipped the pendant of his head, entranced by the stiff creature and the way it bobbed and moved. Was this what the light actually looked like? Suddenly the mother rushed back, pushing him up with her soft nose. She pushed him along until they were secured in a dark cave, away from everyone else. Where was dad? Why was mom so scared?

These were answered very quickly, a group of about ten horses rushed the little nook, pushing through the silver protector. 'Cerin!' The words cut into his mind like a knife, until he is grabbed and forced away. There was so much screaming, so much fighting! The other horses dare not touch him, and prodded him along with all sorts of weird pointy things. He continues until he's pushed to the very outskirts of the lands he knows. The group looks upon him, and begins to chase him. He runs, runs as fast as he can, but he can't get away. His breathing burns his throat and his hear pounds wildly in his chest. Looking back, the pursuers, and his mother and father, are all gone. He looks around, unable to find where he is going. The scarecrow hangs around his neck.

Cerin pulls back now, breathing heavily and looking to her for some sort of response. At least someone knows now, he is not the scarecrow, he is Cerin. This is why he cannot do what he just did. This is why the leader man assumed he was useless. He couldn't do anything without ruining the entire situation. Would Spice just be another failed attempt put into the book of his life? To bad a gain cannot be won without a risk.

@[Spice]
(permission given for minor power play)

these words are all we have

Scarecrow

The vision. Oh Gods the vision. He is victim to his own power, sucked right back into the past he tried so hard to forget. He can feel her presence too, he had brought her with him. She sees everything. Every little detail of his life is there, and slipped out for the entire world to see. Its only as the contact breaks he realizes to severity of what had just happened.

She knows now. This is horrible. She could just waltz up to the leadership here in the Throat and demand he be rejected. Out he would be sent, forced out into a world where he needed to fend for himself. That was a life he so desperately did not want to return to. His green eyes tried to force her's to look at him. He needed her to see just how badly he needed this quiet.

It was then she spoke, and once again, Cerin was taken aback. Not only did she know his name now, but she had offered to help them. His face suddenly fell into one of shock, he eyes looking past her as if trying to search for an answer. What was he supposed to say? Well he couldn't talk, so that made that question easy to answer. Looking back to her, he nodded slowly. Then, as if to try and tell her, he stuck his tongue out and gently bit down on it. She had to keep this locked up tight if she was going to help.

Looking over his shoulder then, he made sure no one was looking. Then, his attention returned to Spice. His hooves drew in the sand a figure of a moon, its crescent shape looking crude in the sand. Looking to her, he needed her to speak, that she understood. He could not meet during the day, only the moon could be their mentor. Next, he drew next to it antlers, the one that the leader wore, and crossed them out. She could not tell Gaucho. Next.. he stopped perplexed. How was he supposed to ask for friendship? Slowly, he reached his nose out to bump muzzles. If she was going to do this, truly, they would need to be friends. Otherwise, it just wouldn't work.

@[Spice]
I should be more sorry about the delay ;-; somehow this got buried in my messages, but thank you! :D

these words are all we have

Scarecrow

Artistry was a skill you would think Cerin would have. The constant drawing, charad-ing, and running around like a maniac was the way he communicated. Yet still, his oblong pictures in the sand looked something like that of a child's finger painting. The lines were jagged, uneven. The shapes were only vaguely reminiscent of what they actually should be.

So thus the guessing games began. Her words started on the right track, at least she got the moon part. Each guess got a little closer until she hit it right on the head, he nodded gently. At least one was right, hopefully two. Moving to the next picture, she easily understood. At the confirmation of her words he visibly sighed off a weight. It would be better the less that he was around those with the muscle. He didn't know who the sultana was, but he was sure he did not want to meet her either. Two for three! Lets go for three for three!

Leaning in, a smile settles upon his face as she accepts his friendship. At the sound of her words in his ear he snorted in agreement, pulling back slightly to look at her. Winking, he nodded towards his little cave. Even though he was accustomed to the night, he was still a growing, exhausted child. Yawning, he offered her a spot in the cave should she want it. Other than that though, he couldn't stick around for his eyes were drooping. Offering one last nudge of encouragement he set off towards his hideout. Hopefully they could meet again someday, and maybe a pretty badass friendship could spawn from it. Nothing like having a partner in crime to take on the world.

Now the world was one horse safer. It didn't seem like a big open void that was going to grasp him up. This was a better start than he had be given at any place. Maybe this would lead to a more permanent residence. That would be wonderful.

Call this wrapped now. <3 @[Spice]

these words are all we have