|
* COMPLETE; i apologize for this sad excuse of a post. they'll get better. open to anyone. :3
Night. It reaches with long, boney fingers through the sky, to the mountains and the valley below, followed by a myriad of stars and constellations, comfort, and a new, yet very familiar danger; and it is only now, when the shadows reach you that you stir from your restless slumber with a start, the dreams that had hardly begun fading too quickly from your mind's eye. You struggle to remember where it is that you are, blinking the sleep away from your eyes, allowing yourself only a brief moment in which to adjust to the new night, though the trees laying thickly around you remain monotonous and unremarkable. Already lost, you begin to wander, vaguely aware of the stinging sensation within the pit of your stomach, despite the abundance of grasses untouched beneath your feet. It is but a quiet hum that lulls you, a static noise that you hardly notice with a tired mind and heavy thoughts; a distant thrum of a beat which fills your heart and opens your tired eyes, breathes a new breath of air into your lungs. Life. The sound tugs at your heartstrings and you follow, all too willingly, weaving through the darkness of the forest. In the shadow of your heart a tireless fear grows, forcing you to remember the danger which lurks just as relentlessly. It is just that, however, a shadow compared to the desire that burns fervently within your core. As the trees thin, you slow, doe-like eyes blinking as your heart swells within your chest, welcoming the company of the thought that, perhaps, you may ditch the lonely religion bound to you. That, maybe, if only for a little while - though the thought is tentative and fragile - you won't be alone.
|
![[Image: 513521ec5cd70]](http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/513521ec5cd70)
The Captain had left his ocean ladened home to come to the Threshold. New bodies with unbreakable spirits looking for a home resided in the Threshold, and he planned to give them a place to stay. Especially the horses who showed exceptional potential for being a Pirate. Corsair was looking for strong, brave stallions in particular, but mares could easily be tolerated within the band. Actually, Corsair quite liked the mares within the band, with his favorite being a unicorn who went by the name of Cosette.
The thought of Cosette made the bay slow his quick trot to a walk as he trekked through the forest, lost in his own thoughts, but still alert for any signs of life. He missed the mare desperately. Corsair simply must seek out the unicorn after he had dealt with his business at the Threshold. But for now, Corsair would dwell on the thought of Cosette. He kept himself content throughout the night with the thought of the unicorn he had come to cherish so much.
A new scent came to the Captain as he pulled himself up to his full height. The moonlight illuminated Corsair brilliantly, lighting up his bay coat to match his rabicano markings. "Ello? 'S anyone there?" Corsair called in his usual, thick slurred voice. It was kind enough, but still on guard. Just because the stallion was in the threshold doesn't always mean he would run into a wandering horse.
"talk talk talk"
|
'Ello? 'S anyone there?'
The chewed up words spit back out with little care to presentation leave an unpleasant ringing in your ears, your face pulling into a grimace as the cause of the intrusion moves into the limelight. You cannot remember a time that someone had irked you so, regurgitated impotent rage from the forgotten depths of your heart, especially by their mere presence. For a moment, you ponder the chances of successful escape, of the likeliness that he had seen you already, and you sigh a heavy sigh, eyes rolling in their sockets as you slink into the silvered light, deciding it better to not make a fool of yourself. For whatever reason that truly possessed you to stay, maybe it had been the loneliness wearing on your aging bones, the bland routine that had gripped your life for what seems like forever; the lack of any companionship save for your shadow, holds your tongue in-check now, hiding the insults beneath a layer of thin self control. Gray-white eyes are a mix of a critical sharpness and very diluted curiosity as you mutter: "Drifter." if only to quickly pass the faux conversations, forced out of unfamiliarity, uncomfortable as always. Pausing feet from the bay, hawk-like eyes watch the minute movements of muscle beneath his skin, your stance stiff and straight, poised, if only out of pure habit. "And you?" Your chilled exterior softens a little as a transient smile passes across your lips, eyes flickering to the smooth contours of his face, slightly turned from you.
|
blue-eyed-book-lover.deviantart.com | sed-rah-stock.deviantart.com
An unfamiliar face wandered into the light, a grullo-dun mare sprouting white hair from her nape with long legs and a delicate to match the locks. Corsair looked upon her approvingly, watching her actions with careful, deep blue eyes. Emotions seem to flicker through her body language and orbs, sending him multiple messages. But the most frequent one the Captain got was agitation.
Oops.
The mare's voice is flowing and elegant, though stung with a sharp bite coming from her lips. Corsair straightened up to his full height, a smile dancing across his own dark maw. "Corsair, buccaneer of t' sea an' Capt'n of t' Pirates that reside on t' shores of t' endless blue," Corsair spoke, his words kind and soft. He would hate to scare off this mare so quickly, they had barely gotten to know each other.
"Any reason fer bein' in t' Threshold today?" Corsair spoke again, his accent thick in his voice. The bay couldn't help it if his words weren't very well articulated, it was just the way he spoke. He had grown up around Pirates who had even more speech problems than himself. Compared to them, Corsair was posh in his language.
"talk talk talk"
|
|
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
