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The scarecrow had noticed an odd trend occurring. As of late, most of those who frequented the outer lands seemed to be too busy. There was no mingling occurring, not precious laughter on the wind, and saddest of all, there was no Myrrine in sight. A silent sigh flowed like glue from his chest, falling in heavy flops. Never speaking a word made things infinitely more difficult. The Throat had, for lack of a better term, forgot about him. He had liked it there, despite the heat, but wasn't sure if he could return. The leader, Gaucho, didn't seem to take to liking him either. Going back alone would not be ideal in this situation. There was no way to defend of explain himself.
The silent man had taken shelter beneath a tree then, leaning himself up against the rough bark. At least, even in winter, the meadow had a quiet beauty about it. When snow was freshly fallen, the land would glitter like a thousand diamonds. These were the simple pleasures that he thrived off of. He was a simple man, and prided himself on it. Every once in a while though, it felt so lonely. That is what he deserved though, for putting all his eggs in one basket. Cerin had hoped that Myrinne would be around more often, but he had failed to keep the friendship alive. It was his fault, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. The hole that was left ached, and he needed another friend to fulfill it. Maybe now that the horses were starting to return, one would take the time and talk to the mute who stood alone. Those that sought him out seemed to have the best hearts anyways.
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Notes;; The font went kind of weird, but i'll try to fix it for the next post. Lemme know if it's too unreadable for you. Also sorry it's a little rusty, it'll improve. :)
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| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE |
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08-17-2015, 10:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-17-2015, 11:00 PM by Enna.)
His shape against the tree is one that stands out against the sea of white, most life dormant beneath the earth, sleeping within the hollows of trees, spending their days hiding in caves. Even you are guilty of the last one, the comfort of the little Healer’s crevice within your home undeniable. Tending and sorting the already sorted herbs had given you reason to be recluse, your thoughts holding you hostage even further. The boy that you had come to know in that singular dream has left a resounding impact on you; your heart in knots, stomach in a whirl, all over him. You had spent too long simply daydreaming, wasting away the (admittedly bitterly cold) days cooped up by yourself. The only soul you would have confided in seemed to have disappeared, you assume busy with her own tasks of patrolling and sparring, things befitting a warrior such as herself. Nonetheless you had found yourself growing slightly bitter over it, feeling abandoned in a time when you needed her. A part of you, however small, wants to indulge the adolescent woman within you, talking of crushes and boys and swooning and hating and gossiping, things that had never interested you in the slightest, rather, didn’t even exist in your world, suddenly becoming more important.
And, despite all of this, she had left you. Instead of letting it brew into something hateful when it couldn’t really be helped, you decided to explore. Things that you had already seen, true, but hopeful as ever you had been determined to find something new. And this man pressed against the roughness of a singular tree had been the first soul that you had seen. You pause a respectable distance from the young man’s side, baby-fine hair falling in waterfalls against your slender shoulders, framing your feminine face as you turn to look at him. He is handsome, to say the least; the lines of his body young and supple, the cream color of his skin and hair altogether pleasing. They are shallow notes, observations that you tuck quickly away, shifting on your tiny feet as if uncomfortable in the fact that you would even notice something like that. Nothing had prepared you for the eventuality of maturing, of finding the opposite sex attractive; until recently you had thought of them as repulsive, and there had been no reason for you to even consider that having a possibility to change. But it had, and despite your reservations, there is nothing that you can do about it.
Nothing to distract you from the hormones that had started raging in your body, and most disappointingly, nothing to control the thoughts and judgements like the ones that you had made about him from running rampant. So, more than a little exasperated, you sigh quietly to yourself, steadying your heartbeat, trying to ignore the anxiousness within each stroke of each beat, your lips pursing to form a single word: “Hey.” It is simple, laced with all the pleasantries and good manners that you have known forever but somehow never manage to say, your smile easy (if not a little sheepish, one of the side-effects of caring about what boys think) as mismatched eyes examine his face before locking with the vibrant green of his. This surely beats sitting by yourself wallowing in pity.
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@Cerin
sorry for the wait and this crapshow of a post bb
i promise they'll get better ;-;
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