Common

-:like thoughts inside a dream:-

It’s laughable to think that I want a family.
I’m not exactly what you’d call social, and I resent responsibility, but the thought of wandering the Earth unknown and unloved for another year is suffocating me. It is what drove me back to the Islands and it is why I am making my fifth trip around the Common in the dead of the night without the foggiest idea where to go next. I know what I need to do- I need to find a home, but taking the physical steps towards my new life is proving harder than first anticipated.

I come to a clearing towards the centre of the terrain, the small crescent moon emitting a peaceful glow upon the ground, kissing the edge of the trees around me and adding to the serenity of the stillness. I stop but I don’t appreciate the beauty of the Earth, and I disturb the calm with a loud obnoxious snort before lowering my crown to wispy grass below. I chew casually; aware and uncaring of the fact that the moonlight is illuminating my fading grey pelt and distinguishing me against the open air between myself and the tree line. I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to approach a tall and handsome, thickly set stallion in the dark of the night, and during breeding season no less, but I am no fool and have ensured a clear perimeter around me.

As I slowly chew and glance at my surroundings, I again contemplate my ability to be a herd leader. I have never had any experience in a functioning family unit – even in my youth I was alone, and although I have faith in my ability to lead, a lifetime is a long time to live for one’s self and I fear it may have ruined me. Hence my aimless nigh time travels.

Friesian Mutt -|- sixteen two hands -|- eighteen years