[light] the clock is ticking...

[329]

<sup>I carried my head lower than normal, my eyes were dull like that of the morning’s weather; there was wind and fog and rain and just to say that it couldn’t get any worse, it was colder than what the weatherman had predicted. My feet sluggishly dragged themselves through the damp, coarse grass, whatever amount of power I chose to put out to barely trudge through. I had already decided that this day would just be one of those days, you know, the kind of day that you just don’t want to get up; the kind of day that you just want to stay hunkered down in your soft bed and wait until the weather gives up. But I guess with that decision, I decided to get my lazy butt up and start moving.

All around me the world seemed to be quiet, well, that is when the wind and the rain chose to quit their mockery, chose to, die down and let some motion come about the world. But I, I seemed to be the first up today and I am quite pleased with that, for I am in no condition to be seen at the moment. When I stopped for a moment, I brought my head up, letting my eyes keenly look around for any ‘spook’ in the sleepy territory. But there were none, none except for that of almost motionless fog and the slow dripping of the calming rain.

Shaking my head, to rid myself of the cold water that I had acquired atop my head, I stepped forward, still with that slow, sluggish step. Moments go by as I wonder around, the fog slightly lessening in dense as the sun pushes its way through the grey clouds. “Finally, something to warm me up a bit…” I muttered pointlessly under my breath, jerking my head to the left just fast enough to see a doe deer bouncing around through the brush. It’s a wonder that the doe didn’t just hang around for a bit, thinking that I was but a large deer as my color was almost identical.

Shaking my head again, my white locks take flight, pounding on and off of my body, thanks to gravity, and I snort loudly, rolling the oxygen that I had held in my chest through my nostrils and listening as the sound ran off into the rest of the foggy woods. I stopped walking for a while, deciding that here would be best. The grass was quite rich, and though it was many awkward shades of brown and green, I ate it greedily. I was a quiet eater, using this to my advantage so no predator might hear me and when I finished, I hunkered down and laid low in the high brush. I was so sure that the fog and the tanned brush would screen my cream colored body, I was so sure…


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FEELINGS; very bad post, so sorry.</sup>

[kaemon]

Put. The. Gun. In my mouth
and pull the trigger...

Spring; a time of rebirth, rejuvenation. A time of blooming flowers and singing birds; of brief, intense storms and the fresh feeling of the world after it's been washed clean. Once upon a time, perhaps, Kaemon had been affected by the magic of the season. He had been surprised, once, by the vivid colors of the tulips and the utterly clean smell of damp earth and wet greet leaves. That time, it seemed, was eons ago, part of a life that had ended almost as soon as it had begun. Kaemon, or whoever it was he'd been then, was dead now. Whoever it was walking around in the appaloosa stallion's skin, using his name, seeing the world through his eyes, was an imposter. A ghost. One cannot watch his own mother murdered and live on unaffected. One cannot suffer what Kaemon suffered and be carefree and reckless. There was a darkness in the light stallion's eyes that should not have been there; it glinted hatefully at the dusky pallor cast by thick fog, at the clouds above threatening rain. He did not think about his past when he could help it, but something about spring and anniversary of the day death had touched his soul put Kaemon in a dark mood like nothing else could.

Floating like a purple shadow through the silver clouds, Kaemon moved slowly and smoothly, no more intimidated by the weather than it was intimidated by him. Death was not something he believed could ever catch him; it was for the weak, who fled from night and took refuge under stronger creatures like himself. He didn't scorn them, though; it wasn't in Kaemon's nature to think less of others, not unless they demanded it of him, struck him across the face with their hopelessness. The little stallion made his way across the claiming grounds with an open mind, truthfully, the long, dark threads of his tail slithering across the wet ground behind him and creating an odd, baleful noise. Almost as if something wicked came right in the strange stallion's shadow, unknown to him, waiting for the time to spring upon him and devour him. His confidence, he'd been told, would be the end of him one day, but it was also what had brought him this far. Kaemon's seal brown and white hide shivered slightly as tendrils of fog crept over him; it instilled a restless feeling in him that he could not shake. Everywhere, it seemed, there was silence. Dismal, empty silence, wishing hollowly for the sound of voices to fill it. Water dripped off the budding limbs of trees in sorrowful melody, but its sound was not noise. Not enough to fill the void; just enough to add to it. Kaemon's small, dark ears flicked in annoyance as the sound filled them. He wanted to drive it from his brain, to pound his hooves into someone, something, just so they might scream and end the silence.

Spring... Season of life?

Kaemon paused as suddenly a sound moved through the mist, just far enough away that he couldn't see the source of it. Quick ears flicking forward, the stallion tensed slightly. His purple-grey eyes narrowed, daring whatever it was to come out and greet him. The steady movements of Kaemon's striped hooves stopped and he stood staring into the distance, his posture no different from the posture any other horse might take when faced with the unknown, except that Kaemon's tension was all about anticipation and nothing to do with fear. He was disappointed when a doe made her way through the trees and paused to stare at him, her wide dark eyes senseless. Just a deer... The way she paused, surprised, told him she hadn't been aware of his presence. So then had she been running from something? It was rather a stretch, even for Kaemon's logic, but he was willing to investigate it, at least. Who knew? Deer were stupid, but they did occasionally run from things that were actually dangerous. Things that might afford Kaemon a moment or two of amusement. Never mind that he was in the claiming grounds and nothing worthwhile ever happened here, he was willing to try again. Quitting had never quite made it into Kaemon's vocabulary.

Passing the doe by with a murmured, "Good morning," that sent her fleeing off into the trees again, Kaemon wandered forward several paces, gazing through the soft curtains of mist at the green world unfolding. He didn't particularly like the fog; it made his universe seem even smaller than it really was, made the air feel almost claustrophobic. Pushing through it in the same quiet, forceful way he made it through everything else, Kaemon continued questing forward until his senses fell upon something different from the rest of his surroundings, something that screamed of life. The promise of relief from the dull state of things brought Kaemon's mood up a level; his small, shapely ears pricked and, beneath the long, dense curtain of his forelock, Kaemon's bright eyes were wide and eager. They swiveled curiously in his face before landing on the vague shape of an equine against a low stand of bushes. She was quite well hidden by the pale foliage, her creamy coat blending in with the dead color of the brush, but Kaemon had not survived eight years on ignorance and chance. He noticed the smooth curves of her shape against the more stark lines of the bushes and stood gazing there for a long moment, curious. Should he bother her? She seemed to be relaxing, even hiding... But the little Appaloosa hadn't come this far just to go back home.

Making his way slowly toward her, Kaemon lowered his shapely head and breathed in. The cool smell of the fog filled his nostrils, flooding out all but the barest traces of the mare's warm smell. "Hello there," tried the stallion calmly, pausing a few strides away from her. With the way she was lying, he thought it might be possible that she was injured, or at least hiding something. It never hurt to be cautious... Kaemon made himself seem just as cheerful as ever, though, the perpetual smile on his features brightening his otherwise rather intimidating appearance. "I hope I'm not bothering you, miss."

I feel so alive here.



ooc // lyrics from "No Jesus Christ," by Seether. Ugly post... but then it's one of those days.