sorrow {Kaemon}

[malaika]

;; out of character: I'm gonna do a brief retake/entry on her life. Just for some information.
;; back in character:

. x Now listen here, I would like to tell you, a little bit about myself. First, I shall begin with of course some basic information. My full name is Mala`Ika, but I am more commonly referred to as Ika, and I was born on the Autumnal Equinox, six years back in this eternity to this day, so if you haven't caught this, I am celebrating my Sixth birthday. So, six years isn't that long, right? Oh I've got spunk, I've got history and backbone, maybe it isn't something to brag about, but unlike many lights, darks and even the in between, my past a little bit of originality. I was raised by humans. Oh, that's not original? Let me go a little deeper, we'll start about two years ago, a little bit before I was released.


. x Ika let out a soft wicker as her tail flipped up, and her barrel came thundering towards the gate. It had been over a month since the last appearance of her owner, Michelle. The girl had drastically changed in her first year of Secondary School. She didn't seem to care so much about Ika, and didn't come to visit her as often, sometimes forgetting to feed Ika or water her, but every time she was forgiven. Michelle, herself was running quickly towards the gate, causing Ika to stop, it was unnatural for the past year Michelle had never ran towards the gate so frantically. It was the sauntering, sulky walk, head held below her shoulder, long mid length hair dangling in those icy pools. But now, hot tears trailed across her cheeks, leaving a red streak. The girl screamed in Ika's ears, not purposely, but as if a fear. You could since the fear dripping off of Michelle into the dense air, and as if it would've never lasted. A sharp pain hit the fawn ears of Ika, not once... not twice... but five different times. At last Ika was scold and she ran...


. x It was a day I'll never forgot... My irons moved swiftly across the heated grounded, my nose, bristled into the small patches of cold ice, searching for the first bright greens of Spring. Though tasty for me, a bit too much at times. My harks were pinned back in a fashioned manner, each time the breeze drew by, I could listen to the soft ding of the metals pinned into my ears, and could smell the aroma of storm on the horizon, though at the moment it wasn't too much to worry about, I was specifically thankful my life had a good turn, rather than it's nasty. I had a strong streak of bad luck, like that one little grey cloud in the sky that never disappeared, I always had something to worry about, something to fear, never a quiet day in my life... always...

pessimistic..

word count:: 500
mood:: irritated, worried
surroundings:: midday, small green blades, patches of snow freckled everywhere, grey clouds slightly seen on the horizon, fresh scent of rain.

[kaemon]

They buried the sun...

"Please. Please!" Thunder shook the dark, wet world as the sky split open, spilling light over the dense grassland. "We need shelter!" Soaking, desperate, the lone mare thrust her bony skull forward, white-rimmed eyes rolling. At her side, her son, young yet but with enough understanding of the world to be afraid, looked up at his mother fearfully. The hammering rain dripped off her body in floods, trailing down her face like tears and swirling in the mud below her feet. It was relentless weather now they were in the early spring, season of life and of struggling to keep it. The colt pressed against the dark mare's side was evidence of that: small, ragged, his ribs protruding through his thin sides like the skin he'd been born with was much too small. His eyes stood out like huge glass marbles in his dark face, light grey and astoundingly intuitive despite the trouble brewing all around him. He stood very quiet, rain streaming off his sides, watching the conversation between the adults anxiously. What was mother doing? If he weren't naturally quiet, then perhaps the boy would have asked her. But he was well-mannered: he stood in uncertain silence while his dam swung her dark head from side to side, crying in earnest for the mare standing on the other side of the swollen stream to open her heart to them. "If you don't help us..." The Appaloosa paused, choking on the next words, terrified of letting her son know the truth. Then her inhibitions crumbled, and she lowered her head painfully, too ashamed to look the other mare in the face. "My son will die." The colt's ears flicked as he heard this, but his large eyes remained fixed on the equine shape across the river: small, delicate, ghostly white, with scars across her back and shoulders.

A harsh chuckle came from the white mare's lips. She took a smooth step forward, drawing herself up, and looked the pair over with black eyes. Malicious eyes, full of a hunger the colt didn't understand. He stepped back, pressing closer against his mother, wishing there were some way he could hide from this ugly, pale creature. But the dark-skinned Appaloosa mare had been defeated by the elements; head low, she wandered toward the river, water splashing and frothing up around her legs. She hardly took notice of the tug around her knees, hardly even seemed to realize her son was not beside her. A few steps away from the far shore, the mare paused, turned her hollow eyes back to her son, who hovered over the river, waiting for her to return to him. Surely she didn't want him to cross...? But the mare made a soft sigh, took half a step in his direction. "Ka-... Kaemon. Please. It's the only way." For so long they had been alone, and now this? He didn't understand. Who was the white creature? She stood snickering at him from the opposite bank of the shallow river, daring him to plunge into the surging, icy water. After a moment of fearful indecision, the colt leapt forward, holding his head high and out of the water's grasp. Fighting against the current, he scrambled to his mother's side, small nostrils flaring, eyes wide and terrified. Reaching up, he bumped his small, velvet muzzle against her shoulder. Painfully, the mare closed her eyes and waded the rest of the way in silence, her son struggling along beside her.

"He's quite tenacious." The white mare tilted her head, eying Kaemon with that same terrifying hunger. The Appaloosa mare saw it and stepped ahead of her son, ears flicking back uncertainly. "Yes..." She shifted uneasily. "He's had to be. He has no father." The white mare nodded, soft laughter oozing from her lips. She didn't seem particularly interested, though. Turning, she began to step away from them, her form shimmering like the form of a ghost through the darkness and the rain. "The herd is this way." As the mare and foal stepped onto the bank, the mare shook herself, looking up gratefully. "Thank you. My name is Rin, and this is Kaemon. We won't cause any trouble." She stepped forward naively, relief showing in her tired eyes. "Of course." As the white mare answered, Kaemon's small ears pricked, a sudden foreboding seeping into his bones like poison. Something about the stranger's tone made his skin crawl, made him wish he and his mother were alone and starving in the middle of nowhere again, because at least the white mare hadn't been there. She stood looking over her shoulder at them, her blank eyes terribly ravenous. "But your son..." she crooned, nodding. "He won't survive if he's with you. It's the way things are around here." In one lightning movement, the mare had lunged back, her hindquarters rippling, and planted her ears firmly against the top of her skull. Exhausted and confused, Rin stood still a moment too long: enough time for the white mare's hind hooves to meet the Appaloosa mare's skull. Kaemon shied away as his mother collapsed to the ground, her body sinking into the soft mud. "Mom!" His young voice sang over the rolling thunder, trembling like all the stringy muscles in his fragile body. Half of him wanted to run; half wanted to stay by his mother, knowing she would stand up again, lunge at the smaller white mare with ears pinned and teeth bared. But Kaemon's mother didn't move. She didn't even breathe. All it had taken was one kick - a single well placed blow - to end her lonely life forever. Her son stood trembling beside her corpse, astounded and unable to understand. "Mom..."

The white mare was suddenly standing beside him, looking down with her black eyes. "It's better this way," she said tonelessly. "For both of us." Nudging the colt forcefully in the shoulder, she began to drive him away. "We both escape his anger..." Kaemon wasn't looking to see the shadow pass over her eyes, and he was too upset to notice her hateful tone as she spoke of the stallion that would be his surrogate father. "Live a while longer." Her speech made no sense, and neither did her constant shoving him away from his mother, driving him into the darkness with her teeth and her bitter words...

There were times he wished it were only a nightmare; times the story seemed too unfathomably terrible to be even half true. But he could still feel the rain lashing his skin as he awoke. Could still feel his mother's heart beat beneath her warm flesh, the smell of safety that her body had always meant. Except she had died... easily as a spider smashed beneath his hoof. That day Kaemon had learned there was no such thing as safety; not even for the strong, for the righteous, for the intelligent. It wasn't true that only the good die young; it was only true that everything died eventually. Roughly, the little Appaloosa stallion shook himself off, not because his dream had disturbed him but because sleep still clung to his body, making him feel sluggish. Terrible as Kaemon's memories were, they did not cause him any discernable pain; it was as if the part of his brain that felt that sort of thing was long dead, or else he'd been born without it, and everything that had happened had been mere coincidence. Kaemon didn't particularly believe in fate -- or anything, for that matter -- so he rarely thought about his reasons for coming to the point he had now reached. The dusk colored stallion was moving steadily as the last traces of his short sleep left him, fading into the far reaches of his mind along with the nightmares that were the only dreams he ever dreamed.

Kaemon's graceful limbs moved in measured steps, his small, striped hooves crunching over damp undergrowth. Although it had been raining when he'd gone to sleep, it seemed the shower was over now, and spring as romantics sang about it was free to turn its delicate face to the sun. Here and there, Kaemon saw bright flowers pushing out of the earth: red, yellow, blue, green, all growing steadily and tenaciously, beautiful in the way things that break easily are beautiful. The stallion wasn't much interested in flowers, though; he had seen enough of them and he was no longer interested in their alarmingly bright colors. Like a graceful shadow, Kaemon moved past the blooms and around thickets of thorny bushes, navigating flawlessly even though he wasn't familiar with the land at all. Trekaduio, the white forest... a strange name, difficult even for Kaemon to get his nimble tongue around. He liked it, though, as much as he could like a piece of land. The trees looming above him cast pools of enticing shadow over Kaemon's patterned hide, darkening his twilight skin and turning the blanket of white spots draped across his flanks into silver netting. His mane and tail, dripping like pools of cool black ink from the crest of his neck and the end of his spine, swayed rhythmically in time to Kaemon's foot steps, the strings of his tail dragging across the ground and catching little twigs and burs. It seemed amazing that a creature so careless as Kaemon could be as stunningly clean as he was, but perhaps the rain had washed away what filth his hide had accumulated; when he stepped beyond the canopy of one particularly gnarled old tree, the stallion gleamed in the fresh sunlight, fit and strong and beautiful, his gray eyes surveying the world keenly from the shadows cast by his long forelock. Before him stretched the entire land of Equivation, full of others who lived and loved and battled in so many foreign and exciting ways. Kaemon lifted his finely shaped head, inhaling deeply, before he stepped out from the bounds of his new territory and moved forward.

Against the radiant blue sky, Kaemon's shape was a small, low flying black cloud, his white spots glinting like the proverbial "silver lining" that was supposed to come with all dark things. That was only a very small amount of white compared to darkness, though, not nearly enough to make up for all the shadow in the small stallion's figure. He moved at a smooth walk, neither hurrying nor lazing along, his small hooves meeting the earth with measured sounds. Beneath those hooves, stiff stems of grass gave way grudgingly, springing back up once Kaemon was past as if in defiance of his actions. The stallion, of course, didn't care; he kept his shapely skull at a moderate height, his pale eyes gazing curiously out between the dark strands of his creeping forelock. There was something enjoyably mysterious about the way his forelock covered his eyes; Kaemon couldn't, in all truthfulness, say it bothered him. He liked being able to hide behind all that dark hair. Waiting and watching was not his favorite game, of course, but once it was noticed, secrecy seemed to draw others in like nothing else. So he made himself rather mysterious, perhaps not consciously but not accidentally, either. And the Appaloosa stallion walked through the world as if he didn't know the effect he had on others, as if he were still innocent and childish. Just because he valued truth in others didn't mean Kaemon always told the truth himself... If he had never lied, then certainly he would be dead. Dead or insane. But as his thoughts began to run in circles, Kaemon chased them from his head and set his sights on what happened to be ahead of him. Forward was always better, certainly. Because he never left behind anything of value...

Like Trekaduio, the claiming grounds had the fresh smell of rain hanging about them. It was a clean, earthy smell, but it disquieted the Appaloosa stallion, making him edgier than usual. It was true that he moved with a snappier walk than usual, his small ears flicking animatedly and his small head thrust up into the air. Beneath the curtain of his dark forelock, Kaemon's mahogany rimmed nostrils flared, but all that filtered into them was the smell of soaked earth, and the faintest taste of feminine perfume. That, of course, was to be expected; he hadn't come here looking for anyone of his own gender, that was for certain. Picking his way over the new growth sprouting through the soft earth, Kaemon traveled through the unhappy lands with deceptive ease, his movements loose and mechanically fluid. No matter how unhappy spring and the scent of rain always made him, Kaemon wasn't the type to reveal it, even accidentally. Weakness could only be exploited if it was allowed to show, that was something he'd learned a long time ago. And even if Kaemon liked the smell of danger, he still liked to be in control of the situation. Gracefully, he skirted a mound of snow that wasn't yet melted and came within view of a lone mare. She might have been described as beautiful, if she hadn't been wearing such a sour expression on her face. Kaemon stood quietly as far away from her as he could manage, his ears doing the slow, meditative dance that meant he was thinking. After a few moments, the stallion decided he didn't want to play with this little femme: she looked like the type that might try and verbally rip you to shreds just for breathing. There was no fun of any kind to be had in that, so the Appaloosa turned away, putting to rest the feeling that she looked very much like someone he had once known. Kaemon wasn't fond of witchy mares, or of playing any of their games. No; he liked females that were feminine... or at last tolerant. Not about to give up, Kaemon kept walking, enjoying the spreading warmth of the spring sunshine over his dark skin. Toward the horizon, he could see clouds looming, but he doubted they could come quickly enough to really bother him. Best to enjoy the day while it was still enjoyable... If only it were. A snort ruffled the soft skin around the stallion's muzzle as he jerked his head up, bored still. In search of some entertainment. He was tired of sulking about...

Kaemon soon found his eye gravitating to an object that stood out from the rest of the horizon blatantly. It took him a moment to even distinguish that it was a mare, her coat the hue of soft butter mixed with cream. Well... She was certainly interesting to look at. He came toward her at a rapid walk, his heels snapping against the green-tinged earth eagerly. As he came closer, he noticed that there was something strange about the mare beyond her color, something that glittered and sparkled in the sunlight. Never having seen anything like it before, Kaemon didn't stop walking until he was considerably nearer than he usually came, his softly featured face thrust before him and pale eyes wide behind the dark strands of his forelock. Oh, my... There were bits of something caught on the edges of the mare's ear. They winked and played with the sunlight teasingly, laughing at him. Daring him to come close enough to touch them. But Kaemon had more self control than that. He wiped the expression of awe from his face belatedly and chuckled that low, bouncing laugh of his as he tossed his head to the side. The stray threads of his dark forelock bounced away from his face, revealing his unique eyes fully before bouncing back again, throwing his features into darkness. This irritated him somewhat, but not so much that he didn't forget it in a moment. Inclining his head slightly to acknowledge that he wasn't ignoring the intriguing mare before him, Kaemon flicked his thick tail upward, dragging the trailing end up off the ground and tangling it about his slender limbs.

"Good morning." He spoke his greeting in that low, soft voice of his. No matter what, he always at least sounded reassuring. And usually, he looked reassuring, as well, just as he did now. His petite ears cupped forward, his gaze interested, he stood far enough away that hopefully she wouldn't feel as if he was crowding her space, although he was still a little closer than he would have liked to be. But there was not much Kaemon could do about that without seeming rude, so his simply shifted his weight into a comfortable posture and continued to introduce himself. "Nice day to be out, isn't it?" Kaemon's head tilted back and he gazed momentarily at the sky. "My name is Kaemon, but you may call me Urumi. Might I know who I am addressing?" As he finished, Kaemon's eyes traveled back to the mare and those lovely, glittering things attached to her ear. So lovely, those things... He was almost jealous, as he looked at them. But no... perhaps it was better that she had them, so he could look at them. It took more of Kaemon's self control than he was accustomed to using just to keep himself standing steadily where he was. Just to keep him from asking her outright what they were. She might think he was uncouth if he did that... And that would certainly be a tragic thing.

So I carried the torch.



ooc // lyrics by Fair to Midland, "Say When."

[malaika]

Left over thoughts...memories if you will..

My head was hung slightly low after I'd realized it was just one more day in my life that I didn't need. I wish I had a little think called amnesia, to forget about most of my past happened, but I realized there were probably more people out in the world that needed it a little bit more than I did. My pondering was abrupted by the soft sound of a hoof beat, my face turning in the opposite direction before it was once again interrupted by a voice. My harks flicked back with a soft gangle of noise and my pools turned to face the intruder. I listened as the stallion spoke, I knew not where I was, but I was slightly awe-strucken by the fact the stallion had not asked 'What are those memorizing things on your ears?' It is the only think I heard from everyone... And that included myself.

'Good morning, your name'

To me it all just blending and gathered off with the wind. I let out a heavy sigh turning my body to face him. My pools watching his body and his hooves with a slight worryness about them. My jaw moved and I let a soft voice ring out with the name 'Ika', then I resumed my silence and made no effort to make contact not even conversation. My body slowly turned away from the stally. My hooves dragging across the ground as I moved a few mere inches further away from me. I wasn't bothered by his presence, but he seemed a little close to me, and although he didn't ask, he stared at the earings, bound to my ear. A little constant reminder of my older self and life. Everyone had bad memories, and thoughts, so why was I so bent over mine? Oh, because of my earings... Nobody else had any why did I always have to be the odd one out, the short stick.

My mouth buried itself into the long blades, they tickled at my nose but I remained there, merely hoping the storm would was over my hide and make me forget for a few moments while I searched for shelter from the thunder and rain. But from the likely-hood if it, the storm was days off, maybe even a week, but the scent still lingered in my nostrils.

ooc; Watching a movie. lol I might make it longer. ;-; I dunno if I can.

[kaemon]

Just fake it if you're out of direction...

There were a few choice things Kaemon disliked. Most things, of course, were neither good or bad to the little stallion, but occasionally he stumbled across something that made him want to put one of those petite hooves of his right in somebody's face. His temper came and went with his mood, and so did the list of things he couldn't stand; at the moment, because he was bored and irritated, the little Appaloosa found he was quickly losing patience. Kaemon's small ears twitched while he stood through the mare's less-than-cheery introduction. "Ika." That was all? And here he was, trying to be polite... Kaemon didn’t like playing games. He didn't like mares who played games. Neither did he like to be left guessing as to whether or not she was toying with him. His desire to be in control of the situation flared up, and Kaemon tilted his head to one side sharply, the tips of his ears sliding toward each other and coming to rest against the cushion of stiff black mane resting atop his crest. He didn't do anything else for a long moment, but behind his dark forelock, Kaemon's eyes were making up for the silence. Like cold lavender stones they sat in his face, glittering dangerously, his expression considerably more murderous than it had been for a long while. Eyes narrowed and unblinking, Kaemon stood very stiff, momentarily forgetting the sense of wonder he'd first felt when he'd met this femme. "I think you misunderstand," crooned the stallion's delicate voice, floating like arsenic and honey through the cool spring air. His ears twitched, showing the anger he kept so casually hidden. "I was under the impression that you might be interested in me. Or, at the very least, interesting to me. But apparently you are neither."

A cold sort of silence surrounded him as he watched her, his ears still tilted back and his expression one of distaste, as if he'd accidentally tipped over a rock and set a centipede scuttling about between his hooves. Kaemon's anger wasn't an attempt at intimidating her; he was much more direct than that. Much more honest, in his own strange way. The little stallion was simply drawn out to the point of losing his temper, which was never a very pretty sight. He was a follower of the light, yes, but Kaemon was no angel. He was here for the sake of an old friend; not because his morals directed him to be standing in this spot, but because a certain mare had asked him to fight with her. Now that she was no longer around, he supposed he could abandon all this "good vs. evil" nonsense, but it wasn't doing him any harm, now was it? And usually it was somewhat exciting. Except for now, when things were just getting ugly. Drawing up the long threads of his tail and whisking them so they tangled about the graceful structure of his hind legs, Kaemon sighed and stretched his neck forward, attempting to release some of the pressure built up in his heart over the past few days. Ika hadn't really done anything worth getting angry about; she'd simply been the straw that broke the camel's back, as the saying goes. Kaemon's eyes flicked up toward the storm clouds gathering on the horizon, and for a brief moment he watched them contemplatively. "Looks like rain." The statement was one of those thoughtless things that simply came out of his mouth; he wasn't particularly interested in drawing a reply from the mare if she didn't want to give him one. But she had seemed so promising at first... Relaxing slightly, the stallion turned his shapely face back in Ika's direction.

"I can't imagine what anyone would be doing out here alone, with a storm like that coming," prompted the stallion smoothly. He noticed the mare moving away from him but didn't acknowledge that fact, choosing instead to grateful for the extra space. Her grazing made Ika seem almost disinterested, but that wasn't something Kaemon was going to take offense to, not unless she openly turned her back on him. He didn't usually give up so easily, and anyway, even if he wasn't particularly happy with her, this was the first company he'd found in weeks. Unusually generous because he was desperate, he was willing to give her a chance, at least until he got tired of it. At least she wasn’t loud and obnoxious... Kaemon might have almost liked the quiet, if it weren't for his arrogance. He was a rather proud creature, though, and he demanded attention when he was present, even if it was silent respect. But maybe she wasn't used to being around anybody like Kaemon; he couldn't blame her for that. So he neatly cloaked his remaining irritation and inclined his head slightly to look down at her, ears lifting gradually away from the mess of dark hair surrounding them.

FAKE IT if you don't belong here.



ooc // Lyrics from "Fake It," by Seether. Not very good, but I suppose it'll do.

[malaika]

He was very pushy for such a small stature stallion, but I didn't lose any respect for him, where ever I was, there wasn't much activity or anything excepting happening. I had no clue... What to do, what to say, it had been a few months before even seeing a bird, let alone another equine. My body shifted slightly towards him as he spoke, closing the gap a little bit. I lifted my head, narrowing my eyes a little bit, my ears moving forward with a small ding on excitement. He tired very hard to make conversation, so at last chance I gave in and decided to start or finish, respond whatever...
"Yes... Rain. My name, it is Ika.. And these things.. on my ears? I'm not sure what they're really called... But.. my owner gave them to me.. I haven't seen her in awhile, do you know where I can find humans..? I also very much so like storms... I always liked to cuddle in my stall.."

I finally closed my mouth, giving him time to speak, my eyes dropped as they watched the horizon, and my ears dropped, making that small ding as the larger one moved up to clang against the studs, just about the time a large barrel of thunder came, it made her start slightly. She wasn't that used to the cold, only a small draft from her stall..

ah the memories..

[kaemon]

I'm not against what's right
I'm not for what's wrong;

Failure to understand his fellow equines had always been somewhat of a problem for Kaemon. Quickly becoming more bemused than anything, the spotted stud tilted his head inquisitively to one side as he listened to Ika speak once more. She was strangely redundant, as if she didn't remember giving her name to him moments before, and she didn't seem to notice his angry statements at all. Kaemon's ears flicked delicately back as he studied her, wondering what was going on with the strangely patterned mare. She was answering questions he hadn't even asked yet, drifting in and out of the conversation as if she had no part in it. " And these things.. on my ears? I'm not sure what they're really called... But.. my owner gave them to me.. I haven't seen her in awhile, do you know where I can find humans..? I also very much so like storms... I always liked to cuddle in my stall.." His attention momentarily distracted, Urumi found himself leaning forward slightly, his pale eyes traveling over the glittering things on Ika's ear. "Owner?" he inquired, taking a step back and watching her appraisingly, still somewhat shaken by this mare's strangeness. He didn't know what to make of her, couldn't tell whether or not she was honest or false; thoughtful or insane. Her last statement made about as little sense as the fact that she'd told him her name twice; Kaemon was beginning to wonder if perhaps he should just leave, but he was intrigued by her eccentricity. It was... interesting. Not the best kind of interesting, which of course was the dangerous kind, but better than wandering around alone listening to the spring rains come and the flowers bloom.

"I've never had an owner or a stall," remarked the stallion calmly, still gazing with passive eyes at the ornaments adorning the mare's features. He found it strangely ironic that this mare, only the third he'd ever really noticed in his life, seemed just as closely connected to the strange creatures called humans as his first companion had been. "I have never seen humans, either; they were too far for me to ever find." Kaemon paused a moment as he thought about this, his gaze becoming deeply introspective. Apparently this mare had traveled a long distance, maybe even longer than Kaemon had walked to get here. It would be a waste to leave without knowing why or how, wouldn't it? A waste of time and imagination. She intrigued him and irritated him in the same moment, a combination Kaemon had never experienced before; he found it somewhat thrilling. He turned his attention outward once more after his moment of thought, expression eager and curious. "If you've come all this way looking for them, I believe you've been going in the wrong direction." His voice never rose above the low, reassuring, monotone he always used, but a certain intensity came into it as suddenly he was struck by a realization.

Kaemon's eyes, glinting like pale lavender stones in his dark face, turned sharply away from Ika and searched land behind him, back in the direction from which he'd come. He simply stood looking for a long moment, thoughtful. Then, slowly, steadily, he turned back to Ika, slightly restless. "I doubt you're going to find whoever you're looking for if you keep wandering around here. You might end up finding someone you'd rather you didn't meet." Ears flicking back at the thought of other stallions roaming around these lands, Kaemon snorted softly. His own gender, above all others, annoyed the little stallion, even as they entertained him. He liked them for the excitement they offered, but was mystified by their aggression toward him for the strangest things. What interest would he have in someone else's mares, or territory, or beliefs? At least some of them didn't speak too much; Kaemon's eyes glinted and he chuckled softly, almost menacingly. "I make my home in Trekaduio, the white forest. You might be able to rest there..." He made a short of shrug with his finely shaped skull. "It's empty at the moment."

I'm just making my way and I'm gone.



ooc // lyrics from "Fly From the Inside," by Shinedown. Sorry about the wait. And that this is a pile of crap.