Please Don't Leave Me Posted on June 12, 2014 at 07:01:30 AM by Azazel
Silent people have the loudest minds
A familiar voice called me out of my daze and I lifted my dark chocolate hues to see the light canvas of the stallion who brought me here. Lyden seemed exhausted and a bit irritable, but I gave him a soft smile as he laid down near me. When he spoke I listened full heartedly. 'hey azazel how come you’re out here all alone? I usually see you within the protection of the herd i hope everything’s alright.' Giving a sheepish look I averted his bright blue gaze and flicked my ears sideways. When I spoke it was soft and a little cracked. I haven't been near the herd as much lately... Looking back at him I felt a pang in my stomach. He was stressed and I probably wasn't helping. What could I do?
In an instant thought my ears flicked forward and my thinner bodice got up. Readjusting myself toward his side, my side touching his and I put my muzzle to his shoulder. Gently pressing into it trying to comfort him if just a little. Laying my head across his back I gave a sigh, not one of boredom, but just one of being relaxed. Then I spoke gently. Lyden... Thank you. I've been alone, against the world all my life and didn't trust others. Not with any true intent to anyway. Then this odd pale fellow came walking up to me one day in fall, under a tree, and caught my attention. I laughed lightly as I explained my long gratefulness. I thought a stallion offering, now isn't this interesting. Not being forceful, he's giving a choice. I'll go along and see what he's been talking about. So when I came here and met Gandy, Cream, Braylen... Everyone so tightly nit. It vexed me. This is what a family was like? I thought, maybe, just maybe I could possibly fit in for once. Belong.
Giving a side glance towards him I pulled a strand of his hair playfully and laid my head back down. Lyden thank you for offering that day, in the shade under that tree. If it weren't for that I'd still be up against the world and reveling in past pain. You aren't told thank you enough I think...and I can't tell you enough. Him and Gandy are the closest I've ever had to family. If my words could translate any better then I'd let them, but sometimes words failed just like actions. I moved to his side because I knew I had to say this and that I couldn't say it while looking at him. Sometimes a simple thank you made a while worldly difference.
Azazel
Mustang~:~Ebony~:~14.2~:~Female~:~4~:~Lady of Lyden