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[FALLS] Living is What You're Supposed to do

Lev Fence Posts: 26
Windtossed Foothills Warrior
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 41 months
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05-02-2013, 12:08 AM (This post was last modified: 05-02-2013, 12:09 AM by Lev Fence.)

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He watched her expression shift ever so slightly; saw the widening of her eyes when he spoke of his old home. He wasn't sure it was fair to call a place where he'd only sojourned home, but it was all he had anymore. All he had was the memory of a mystic wood and then blackness.

He exhaled deeply and relaxed somewhat as she began to speak freely. The atmosphere was suddenly more comfortable, as if there was some modicum of respect between the two near strangers. She went on and it became quickly clear that Isilme was more to her than just a foreign name rolling from the trotter's tongue. Suddenly, the two had something very important in common.

His own eyes widened with surprise as she explained her knowledge of the shadow-ruined land and went on to speak of her apparently important role here, in this new, still unnamed land. He thought, too, that he heard a compliment of sorts in her slew of speech. But he couldn't be sure, and she did not seem the type to praise anyone lightly or often. On any other, better day, were his mane still tied and his confidence still high, he would have assumed her words all carried some sense of awe at his miraculous ability to survive. Today was not such a good day as that, however. Today was a day for moving on if he could; for following her blindly and saying what he needed to say if it would give him a place to rest for the night.

She spoke of so many places he knew nothing of. She spoke of a warrior's life in the foothills, of calm sanctuary in the World's Edge. And for a moment, he considered that life. He imagined it as blissful and safe; perhaps, even, full of open fields in which to run. Perhaps that was what he wanted.

But no. Battle and survival had left him worn and weary, but stronger as well. He had the heart of a fighter now and always would. It was in the blood that soaked through his white skin, marked upon him by every scar and bruise. The path of a warrior had been assigned to him. Now, it was all he could ever be.

"I would follow you wherever you led, me, Chieftess," he said with a slight bow, a tired yet eager step forward, and a surprising amount of loyalty as he committed himself somewhat blindly in such a brief phrase to a new life. All other comments she had made to him had been met with a nod after they had hit the air. This was all there was left to say, now. There was a hint of his old spark- of the charm that had once burned bright behind his eyes. Still, with the knowledge of her name he was certain to have to give her his own.

But not now. Some other time, perhaps, if she asked and truly needed to know. Some other time when he could remember it himself- when it didn't slip away and leave him nameless in the night.

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RE: Living is What You're Supposed to do - by Lev Fence - 05-02-2013, 12:08 AM

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