renaissance

It was a warm, glowing day that brought me on my rounds about the desert. Still, not yet had I picked up any "followers" who would name themselves 'of my land', and willingly follow me and serve as companions and friends in such a barren landscape. I wished to bring colour to the shimmering golden hills; although the colour gold is beautiful in itself, nothing good ever comes of too much of the same colour. Surroundings become boring, and you wish for at least one, simple green tree to stand alone on top of one of the dunes.. offer some sort of new sight for the eye to gaze upon.

The sun burnt down upon my back, the rays beating my coat and burning the hairs, but I did not care. One thing I did like about the desert was the searing warmth it offered - promising to never tire and become cold, the sand keeping an impenetrable forcefield for snow and ice, keeping the individual grains of gold forever heated and glowing. To many equines, it would not appeal; a deserted, heated landscape like it is, but for I it is perfect. With time, I shall bring to it many more inhabitants, and make light of its boring colours. I shall use my paintbrush to splash colours on it's blank canvas, through the many colours of equines, foals, vegetation and life. A blissful thought, is it not, to think that maybe, in a few years, months, or even weeks, this place might be something completely new. I smile at the idea, and nearly miss a new scent that drifts to my charcoaled nostrils like fresh paint. It is faint, at first, but soon I find that as of my travels, it becomes stronger. Soon I decifer the scent is that of a mare, but there is another too. Possibly another equine, but I am too far to know.

I pick up the pace, from a slow, controlled walk into a loping canter, the sand clouding at my feet like smoke billowing from a chimney. I follow the sweet aroma of the young mare, my nose promptly leading the way. It does not fail me, for soon I find myself standing at a glistening blue oasis, eye to eye with a mare: briefly aware of the colt that plays at her feet. I smile, injecting the gesture with plenty of greeting and welcome, for the mare looks somewhat concerned, and of at least some importance around here, too. "good day, missus." i dip my head briefly, lowering myself to her level and severely hoping i do not come across as patronising or superior. i know that for now I cannot make such a big story of myself, for as of today I only own a land, but the land possesses no inhabitants other than myself. For the last few nights, I have, admittedly, slept alone. "I am Renaissance, new alpha of the desert since it seems to have been ... a little inactive since its previous lead." I look at her intensely, curious to see the reaction her face may portray; curious to see if she might show some signs of previously belonging to the desert, or perhaps if she would like to again.

her son, i see, seems to be quite young in growth, and briefly i brush my nose across his neck, merely intending it to be a welcoming gesture to him, and perhaps show his mother I mean no harm to either of them, if she thinks of me that way anyway. I smile as I glance at his beautiful, sparkling eyes, "hello, little one," I step back and turn abruptly to face the mare a second time. "Beautiful child you have there, madame, I must say."