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Vincent
Like a frightened child I run from the sleep that never comes
The young stud had been trying to find his brother. Words of the battle had whispered on the winds- Vincent skulked through the trees. Wilder said he'd last seen Archie heading into the woods. What for, the eldest hadn't stated. Though the black boy could guess, as a heavy hoof snapped a rather sturdy branch which had fallen onto the ground. There was a hint of embarrassment- shame- clinging to him. Vincent hadn’t meant to leave- not really. It hadn’t been a conscious decision. But he wanted to be… well. Maybe not stronger; After all, like his brother, Vincent had the raw power to cause damage if he was so inclined. No- maybe it was skill? Really, that was the only explanation. He wanted to be better. Not better than his brothers, just better than himself. Though naturally it wasn’t as if a light switch would go off and Vincent would suddenly understand the technical skill behind his abilities, but he’d wanted to try. It hadn’t gone as well as he’d wanted it to, but some progress (the slight that he made) had been achieved. Still though, in essence, he had vanished without reason, and returned without valid explanation. Fearful quivers run down his hide at the thought of needing to explain that to Mother. No… if she doesn’t mention it (which isn’t likely), then neither will he. Maybe she won’t even be present. Vincent wanted to be a good son. Really and truly. But often –too often- his fear of his own mother got in the way of that. He shouldn’t be afraid of her though, should he? Shouldn’t be running to his brother first (but he was), shouldn’t be averse to seeing that dappled hide somewhere in the outskirts of his vision. No- he shouldn’t, but he is. Terrified. He’s prolonging the inevitable, and likely it’s only going to bite him. Trees moved out of the skittish giant’s way, a soft thudding resounding, echoing through those trees with each step of his heavy feet. There was a lingering stench in the air; at first, the young stallion had no idea what it could be. Oblivious to the fact that it was the remnants from his brother's burned flesh, the black stallion continued weaving his way through, slinking and bouncing, trying to avoid being noticed (a laughable idea at best.) by any other who happened to chance across him. He was getting closer. Knew it down in bones. Yet as the distance between the twins lessened, the doubt grew. What if he'd changed during the time Vincent had been away? What if Archie rejected his brother? The thoughts plagued his mind, causing his miniscule confidence to wither away to nothing by the time he actually came across his brother. Snorting nervously, Vincent hesitated for a moment at the sight of Archie, debating turning tail and leaving. There was another horse, a mare, but his attention wasn't focused on that at the moment. "Archibald." |
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all upside down[tor--healing] - by Archibald - 01-08-2013, 01:03 PM
RE: all upside down[tor--healing] - by Tor - 01-09-2013, 06:10 PM
RE: all upside down[tor--healing] - by Archibald - 01-14-2013, 10:43 PM
RE: all upside down[tor--healing] - by Tor - 01-18-2013, 06:16 PM
RE: all upside down[tor--healing] - by Archibald - 01-21-2013, 12:44 PM
RE: all upside down[tor--healing] - by Vincent - 01-23-2013, 05:20 PM
RE: all upside down[tor--healing] - by Archibald - 02-07-2013, 10:05 AM
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