Post by kaemon on Jan 28, 2008 17:59:17 GMT -5
Rain, rain...
Like tiny silver needles, drops of rain shot down through the clouds, diving without hesitation down into the earth. The soft chorus of the suicidal water droplets resounded through the still air, a melancholy symphony. Fleeing from the rain, small animals scurried here and there, diving into the earth or into holes in rotted trees. There was no real shelter for anything much bigger than a squirrel, though; even the trees with the thickest foliage cried cold rain. Kaemon was not moved by any of this, however: the small Appaloosa stallion making his way quietly through the downpour was not romantic enough to pause and admire the tragic beauty of springtime. The muted sounds of his small hooves striking the muddy earth were all that accompanied the singsong voice of the rain; Kaemon felt entirely alone as he wandered through the damp countryside. Unappealing land spread out around him in all directions: short, wilted grass, interrupted here and there by stands of scrubby brush or perhaps a gnarled tree. The farther Kaemon walked, the denser the foliage became, but he didn't bother to take any shelter under the boughs of the small trees. What would be the point? He was already soaking; the silvery needles kissed coldness into his dark flesh eagerly, cascading down his flanks and dripping from his stomach. The long, dark hairs of his mane were plastered to his neck and shoulders, and his forelock stuck down over his eyes. Kaemon didn't mind that so much; his small ears rotated hopefully atop his head, searching for any sign of life in the deserted land, but the only thing that came back to them was the constant drumming of rain, like a thousand hands softly applauding.
What is this?
Lifting his small, velvety muzzle, Kaemon blew a heavy sigh that scattered the water droplets clinging to the edges of his nostrils. His breath plumed around him before dissipating, white fog that added to the eerie image of the small stallion with the long mane and tail, both dripping like ink from his body. In the rain, Kaemon seemed blacker than usual, his white spots standing out like pieces of silver embedded into the flesh of his hindquarters. Clean and white, they glinted proudly from the darkness surrounding them, an eccentric accent to the stallion's already interesting appearance. Kaemon, of course, was not interested in this. He was thoroughly bored, and his expression was one of subdued anger. The Appaloosa had never been very good at entertaining himself; he was now wondering why nobody else seemed to be good at entertaining him, either. Certainly there was someone else around? Briefly, he wished he had one of his old companions back; but they were long gone, either dead or moved far away from where he now stood. Kaemon wasn't the type to become melancholy, but he was somewhat irritated with the state of the world he lived in. Perhaps he would have to take the initiative to start something around these parts? The thought made him even more unhappy, so much that his small ears tilted back against the thick mass of his sopping mane and his grey eyes, beneath their covering of heavy forelock, narrowed sharply. Kaemon had never been in the least bit interested in having a cozy little home, or a family, or any of those things most stallions were interested in. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad to find a place to live, though. And he could fight off anyone that wanted to come into his land. Or, if he decided he didn't like it, he could just leave. There was no law saying that he had to do anything. Feeling better now that he'd reasoned this out, the little stallion began walking forward again, his gait smooth and swift.
Eventually, Kaemon came to a place where the foliage was so thick it made walking difficult; he threaded his way slowly between tree trunks and thickest of leafy bushes, his tail slithering along behind him. He was careful to keep it from getting caught in the bushes; he didn't like the idea of getting stuck, and then needing to become un-stuck. It sounded extremely tedious. His ears full of the sound of dripping water, the stallion moved on, his eyes lifted to gaze mildly across the land. The pine trees now rearing up all around him were like jagged teeth poking up at the sky, and the smaller plants around them all faced upward enviously, but most of them succeeded in dwarfing the equine shape moving between them. Kaemon liked the dark spaces between and under the trees; they felt safe to him, safe and possibly full of secrets, which might prove to be entertaining. He thought idly that this place might be all right, once it stopped raining. Still, the stallion continued walking, until he came to a wide open space where no trees grew, where the grass and shrubs petered out into a sandy cup that held a large pool of water.
Here, the rain fell more evenly, making hundreds of tiny little disturbances over the surface of the pool. Kaemon's small hooves sank into the sandy bank as he approached the water and lowered his head, lips just brushing the cool surface of the liquid. His eyes scanning the far bank and the forest all around him, the little stallion drank, realizing as he did so that it had been a long time since he'd last quenched his thirst. Eating, too, seemed to be a forgotten pastime; his stomach made a sad, empty noise that caused Kaemon to flick his ears back in annoyance. Grazing took more time than he wanted it to, and so he ignored his hunger for the time being. He was fine, anyway: his ribs were just visible beneath his firm dark hide, and his coat was shiny when the sun hit it. Lifting his head, Kaemon sighed, oblivious to the water droplets falling from his chin and back into the pool. "I think I'll take this," he announced to the wet silence, wondering how it was most horses went about doing things like claiming. Well, if anyone came around, he would make sure they got the idea: this forest belonged to him, and intruders were likely to be ambushed.
go away...
Like tiny silver needles, drops of rain shot down through the clouds, diving without hesitation down into the earth. The soft chorus of the suicidal water droplets resounded through the still air, a melancholy symphony. Fleeing from the rain, small animals scurried here and there, diving into the earth or into holes in rotted trees. There was no real shelter for anything much bigger than a squirrel, though; even the trees with the thickest foliage cried cold rain. Kaemon was not moved by any of this, however: the small Appaloosa stallion making his way quietly through the downpour was not romantic enough to pause and admire the tragic beauty of springtime. The muted sounds of his small hooves striking the muddy earth were all that accompanied the singsong voice of the rain; Kaemon felt entirely alone as he wandered through the damp countryside. Unappealing land spread out around him in all directions: short, wilted grass, interrupted here and there by stands of scrubby brush or perhaps a gnarled tree. The farther Kaemon walked, the denser the foliage became, but he didn't bother to take any shelter under the boughs of the small trees. What would be the point? He was already soaking; the silvery needles kissed coldness into his dark flesh eagerly, cascading down his flanks and dripping from his stomach. The long, dark hairs of his mane were plastered to his neck and shoulders, and his forelock stuck down over his eyes. Kaemon didn't mind that so much; his small ears rotated hopefully atop his head, searching for any sign of life in the deserted land, but the only thing that came back to them was the constant drumming of rain, like a thousand hands softly applauding.
What is this?
Lifting his small, velvety muzzle, Kaemon blew a heavy sigh that scattered the water droplets clinging to the edges of his nostrils. His breath plumed around him before dissipating, white fog that added to the eerie image of the small stallion with the long mane and tail, both dripping like ink from his body. In the rain, Kaemon seemed blacker than usual, his white spots standing out like pieces of silver embedded into the flesh of his hindquarters. Clean and white, they glinted proudly from the darkness surrounding them, an eccentric accent to the stallion's already interesting appearance. Kaemon, of course, was not interested in this. He was thoroughly bored, and his expression was one of subdued anger. The Appaloosa had never been very good at entertaining himself; he was now wondering why nobody else seemed to be good at entertaining him, either. Certainly there was someone else around? Briefly, he wished he had one of his old companions back; but they were long gone, either dead or moved far away from where he now stood. Kaemon wasn't the type to become melancholy, but he was somewhat irritated with the state of the world he lived in. Perhaps he would have to take the initiative to start something around these parts? The thought made him even more unhappy, so much that his small ears tilted back against the thick mass of his sopping mane and his grey eyes, beneath their covering of heavy forelock, narrowed sharply. Kaemon had never been in the least bit interested in having a cozy little home, or a family, or any of those things most stallions were interested in. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad to find a place to live, though. And he could fight off anyone that wanted to come into his land. Or, if he decided he didn't like it, he could just leave. There was no law saying that he had to do anything. Feeling better now that he'd reasoned this out, the little stallion began walking forward again, his gait smooth and swift.
Eventually, Kaemon came to a place where the foliage was so thick it made walking difficult; he threaded his way slowly between tree trunks and thickest of leafy bushes, his tail slithering along behind him. He was careful to keep it from getting caught in the bushes; he didn't like the idea of getting stuck, and then needing to become un-stuck. It sounded extremely tedious. His ears full of the sound of dripping water, the stallion moved on, his eyes lifted to gaze mildly across the land. The pine trees now rearing up all around him were like jagged teeth poking up at the sky, and the smaller plants around them all faced upward enviously, but most of them succeeded in dwarfing the equine shape moving between them. Kaemon liked the dark spaces between and under the trees; they felt safe to him, safe and possibly full of secrets, which might prove to be entertaining. He thought idly that this place might be all right, once it stopped raining. Still, the stallion continued walking, until he came to a wide open space where no trees grew, where the grass and shrubs petered out into a sandy cup that held a large pool of water.
Here, the rain fell more evenly, making hundreds of tiny little disturbances over the surface of the pool. Kaemon's small hooves sank into the sandy bank as he approached the water and lowered his head, lips just brushing the cool surface of the liquid. His eyes scanning the far bank and the forest all around him, the little stallion drank, realizing as he did so that it had been a long time since he'd last quenched his thirst. Eating, too, seemed to be a forgotten pastime; his stomach made a sad, empty noise that caused Kaemon to flick his ears back in annoyance. Grazing took more time than he wanted it to, and so he ignored his hunger for the time being. He was fine, anyway: his ribs were just visible beneath his firm dark hide, and his coat was shiny when the sun hit it. Lifting his head, Kaemon sighed, oblivious to the water droplets falling from his chin and back into the pool. "I think I'll take this," he announced to the wet silence, wondering how it was most horses went about doing things like claiming. Well, if anyone came around, he would make sure they got the idea: this forest belonged to him, and intruders were likely to be ambushed.
go away...
