Posted on January 27, 2013 at 04:59:41 AM by legion
legion carefully walks before his brother as they head down to the lower part of their new home, and it was a weird concept as home before had only ever meant one thing: Mama and Blackmore. But now there was a place and She was gone. Head twitching once more as his hooves hit sand and snow, legion gives a snort and pulls back a few steps eyes widening at the shock of the cold. Turning his head he blinks at Blackmore in confusion before carefully stepping forwards again. he steps carefully over the snow dappled sand in confusion. “Cold, pretty..." he murmurs more to himself then anything else before he bursts out in helpless giggles as he starts to prance and frolic about legs splayed coltishly as he moves about in excitement. Pausing with his nose buried in a small heap he glances up to his brother his whole body perked up in interest to see what Blackmore was doing. Slowly raising his head, snow still covering his muzzle while his tail twitches back and forth in delight while another giggle burst free. Whirling around he dashes off to see if he could find the caves he remembers the larger older stallion mentioning. “Do you think monsters live in them?" he asks as he moves about otherwise ignoring everything else Blackmore had said after all he couldn't believe that his live was worth more then Her's after all he was defective or maybe he wasn't but... Papa said he was. It was all confusing to him, he couldn't figure out which he was. Defective, broken, damaged, shattered, fragmentary, mangled, mutilated, ruptured, severed, disturbed, incomplete, crippled, faulty... the insidious voice whispers to him, the voice thick and black like tar dripping and splashing about his mind. Shaking his head furiously legion stamps his front hooves as if trying to squash a slithering snake. he didn't want the voices, he didn't want to hear their whispers but he was given no choice. “No, no, no, no... She didn't think so, she thought I was good, she thought me perfect." legion whimpers eyes tightly closed though he couldn't remember closing them. Turning his head to look at Blackmore he gives a soft whine. “Blackmore... she didn't see me as broken right?" he asks voice tremulous and hesitant as the voices cackles in his ears sending shivers down his spine. But he stands there firmly as he takes in a deep breath centering himself on his brother once more, watching the large form as his heart stops racing and the voices fade. he needed to see the calming blue tones of Blackmore's voice, needed to see the way it curled and grew like a flower before blooming. he needed the comfort of the never changing shape and the comforting taste of his brothers name on his tongue.  |
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- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; January 28, 2013 at 09:50:22 PM
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