Through his forelock he remained in snaffled stillness, the type that came from muscles that had seen too much movement in the recent past. It was as if all had been drained from him, the power in the robust contouring beneath his heftily marred flesh, the elasticity in his tendons absent and the bend in his joints mummified. There was an exhaustion within him, one that was more internal than anything else, mental maybe, that leaked into his fibers and rose to the surface, skimming over his figure. He was not trying to escape anything, he was not attempting to leave the unknown world behind him; a rogue he was not either, for deceitful would never take part in his being. He was simply there in all truths, dropped by fate and left to trail after a new destiny, scented with the unfamiliar. He shifted backward as the male before him seemed to be prodding his face, perhaps forming notions of who he was and why he was there.
Mellow didn’t really favor such, the searching of his own emptied eyes, the touch of pupils roaming his iced face. His skull arose sluggishly, but he did not dare to shift his hooves from the ground, his appendages seemingly grated into motionless place. “Perhaps,” he spoke, his tone less chipper, more bridled than previously. Maybe it was his appearance that caused the opposing male to survey him so? He breathed out calmly, still stony in his demeanor, though now his mind was pacing in a befuddled march. There was a knot in his gut, the bite of pride, warning him to keep to his stature, not to fall in and expose the inquiry that rode before his mind’s eye. Though his memories were still evanescently fuzzy, Mellow knew he had never asked for favors before, that he did not readily request others to help him, no matter how badly he needed it. In that place now, he had nowhere to stay; friends that he did not recognize and in a way, did not trust either. It was all such a clutter, one that was soon to be ignited and burned into nothingness, so long as he could help it.
His sienna gaze, hot and drilling, touched on the earth at his toes, grazing over the dust. The realm of his origins had been like this, barren and empty except for a few edible pockets here and there, the acres everyone lived upon. Maybe that was what had attracted him to begin with? Not the heat or the engaging sun - but the recollection, the pull of it invisibly yanking at him. After a few seconds, his glare returned, elevating back to the façade before him, as if it had never slipped in the first place. “If you shall permit it so,” his voice was unabashed, rejuvenated to the pleasure brassiness of before, “I would favor living beneath you.” His stomach twisted ever more, the kind of upset that was enough to make him placidly churn his weight from between his flanks, left hind to right hind. From there he stood in relative silence, the rumble of the far off ocean and the swirls of the wind playing upon the earth the only audible shifts about them. Patiently, he waited, wondering if his question had been a mistake.
OOC: Sorry, really horrible =(
.stallion. .8 years. .apricot dun. .warmblood mutt. .16.1h. .vagrant. .alexis.
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