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Posted on March 21, 2012 at 00:02:37 AM by Mellow
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THE SUN KING .stallion. .8 years. .red dun. . warmblood mutt. .16.1h. .vagrant. Mellow knew what he had come from; that standing beneath another was not his usual position; that he himself, had been lead twice, sat on a velveteen throne with throngs of offspring that bore his dominant characteristics. It was in a time not too long ago, before he had clashed with his son on the bleeding faces of the russet war cliffs, before he had fallen headlong into the sea in a thrashing plunge that knocked his recollections from his skull. In the duration of time he spent by his lonesome, stalking the boundaries of the desert, patrolling for strangers, it had begun the process of return; of coming back to him. There were still shaded patches however, prods of blackness that had yet to morph into lighted grays. Her tone caught a sharpness in his steady glare, and her words only magnified the sudden bloat of emotion from behind the iris. His skull elevated itself ever higher, risen until his neck no longer rested in even keel with his withers. Mellow regarded her with a chill that was now warmed, as if her sentences had somehow ignited the basted masculine hormones he had bridled and pressed in check. He had once existed on the notion that only the strongest survived, that solely those on top prevailed, and there he was, thoughtlessly lingering on the bottom of things, indifferent and seemingly uncaring. He had always been more than just that; it showed in the myriad of healed lacerations that glinted incandescently upon his skin. Mellow had always fought and brazenly forged a route to the top, and now, there he was, undeterred by the fact he did nothing more but stalk about territory borders. The stallion’s face kept mostly empty, and by the time she introduced herself, the heat in his sienna pigmented irises had dispersed. Encantador arrived in that moment, his scent and his sounds having caught Mellow’s attention a time ago. The red dun’s skull sunk downward once more, and he was returned to the seemingly lazy figure of before, the creature who existed in lonesome basks. His glare befell the alpha, calmly wafted beyond the rack of the forelock that glanced between his cutely cupped ears. “Indeed,” Mellow responded, indifferent and as apathetic as he usually was. Once more, he felt that sprig in his core, that rifling which nearly made him flinch as it rose from beyond his heart, in the shadowed domain of his walled core. Momentarily, he redirected himself to the female. “It is a pleasure, Sova,” he spoke with a nod and tuck of his chin. M E L L O W |
Replies:
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova March 21, 2012 at 05:52:03 PM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 07:24:37 PM
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova March 27, 2012 at 08:51:23 PM
- x - By Canta April 11, 2012 at 01:49:11 PM
- Moth wings & dusty books. - By sova March 27, 2012 at 08:51:23 PM
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador March 25, 2012 at 07:24:37 PM
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