Painful Expectations

Painful Expectations | Zikar-Sin

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8

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01-13-2013, 11:07 PM

The supernatural chill from moments before still shook Sin to his very core; the memory of it was a charred, faded thing, as though some sort of fire had erupted around it and burned it, blurring its features into something barely recognizable from the original. And yet it endured in Sin's mind and sense, teasing him mercilessly with some sort of knowledge and understanding that was beyond his grasp. It was unsettling, to say the least-- some would call it irritating. Sin found it downright infuriating. He ground his molars as he closed his eyes in prying thought; this was different from simple contemplation. In this instance, he was actually trying to recall something that might never have been there in the first place. He was trying to scratch his itch with a phantom limb.

*”Mauja…”*

Sin cocked an ear towards the chestnut, peering at him curiously through his spiral horn. He furrowed his brow as he contemplated Tolio; there was that serious, almost heart-broken look upon his features once more-- but there was a different element to it. It was such a subtle difference, yet somehow, though Sin couldn't relate to the hearts of other, braver stallions, he could read the tiny ebbs within their streams of passion with extreme accuracy. Sin detected no pain within his visage this time...Well, there was pain, but it was a differing sort of agony than what Sin had witness upon first visit. Then the poor stallion looked as though thorn-covered vines were tearing apart his innards and his very soul; this pain looked more desperate than anything. There was also his voice-- that tone and cadence dripping with reverence and respect as he spoke the name--for it was a name-- of a stranger. Hearing the almost wondering dedication in Tolio's voice made Sin shiver more than anything. It was a sign of greatness, for someone to be so devoted to another; Sin didn't imagine Tolio being of the slave type, to grovel about the feet and hooves of another without reason.

This "Mauja" must have been one hell of a horse.

Sin lidded his eyes, once again lost in his thread of thought. Was this "Mauja" the cause of the spectral "spasm" that Sin had felt not too long ago? It was apparent that Tolio had seen/felt it too, his stricken reaction was proof enough. Though as Sin tried to contemplate how another could induce such an effect on the two stallion's, Sin's mind once again became twisted and incomprehensible, full of nonsense and ephemeral things that weren't inherent Law. He couldn't take it. He shut his mind to the ravaging thoughts, focusing instead on Tolio's speech:

*”I’m surprised you didn’t turn tail and run! I’m afraid that most people find my happiness a bit excessive.”*

Sin looked up at Tolio-- then looked away again, filled with those same confusing sensations that had beset him earlier. He pinned his ears very briefly, annoyed with himself; what was it about this stallion that made him so tongue-tied? "No, Tolio, there is no reason for me to run," Sin insisted earnestly, trying his best and failing to make eye contact with the chestnut. He licked his lips, speaking slowly and carefully explaining, "Your happiness...it's a good thing, Tolio, there's no shame in it. I'm very glad to see your happiness. It's refreshing; there are many who hide behind masks these days. It seems it's the fashion." Sin chuckled a little at his own joke; a stray, wry thought crossed his mind, no doubt induced by his roguish feelings. It was a silly thing, honestly-- he had the desire to give a pet name to Tolio as well: "Lio". Sin didn't dare voice his thought, however, much less consider asking it, for risk of offense and-- well-- it was a thought associated with those wriggling feelings he had, and he didn't feel like facing them at the moment.

"So, er-- this Mauja," Sin said, beckoning with his body so that may start walking together; he was starting to get chilled just standing in one spot, "Tell me about him...or her," he added hastily. It was an attempt to get his mind off of those confusing things, although Sin was genuinely curious as to the identity of the Great one. As he walked, a peculiar scent came upon him; salt. His interest was stirred; was there even the possibility of a water source in this frozen wasteland? Did the sea expand this far north. Carefully angling their course for the smell of salt water, Sin walked with Tolio, listening and willing the stallion to keep happy and satisfied.

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