i'm laying down, eating snow. my fur is hot, my tongue is cold.Mikhail hadn't accomplished much in his fifteen years, but the art of avoidance was something he had mastered long ago.
He'd spent the better part of his life avoiding others. Just as he was blind to the world, he made sure the world was equally blind to him. More often than not, he was simply a shadow in the periphery, there and then gone. He tried his best to avoid being seen; on the rare occasions he had been bothered to slink from the shadows for one reason or another, he only ended up going back months later, having left behind a child or two in his wake.
He wasn't exactly sure what's drawn him out of solitude this time around. Loneliness, sure, but necessity was probably a more accurate reason. Years had passed, and he was no longer the young and capable stallion he once was. Age had slowed him down, putting an ache into his joints and slowly robbing him of the little eyesight he had. He couldn't continue living like this any longer, lest he meet an early end. It was preferable to him that he live as many years as he could, and so he knows this choice - while not necessarily welcome - was needed.
It didn't help that he had no clue what his plan was. He had half a mind to find some herd to join and call it a say, knowing he'd be safe among them in the twilight of his life. He could join the Lagoon, but decided against that rather quickly. Having grown up in the murk and the mire of the bachelor band's chosen home, he wasn't fond of the idea of spending the remainder of his days among it. It was a dull and depressing place, and god knew he was depressed enough as it was. If he is to die soon, let it be somewhere warm and beautiful where he could feel the sun on his face, not thick and heavy swamp air clinging uncomfortably to his skin.
Mikhail was standing at the edge of the Commons, lurking at the border where open plain and gentle hills met dense forest. He was familiar with the lay of the land here, but it had been many years since last he stepped hoof into this place; there was a sense of uncertainty weighing down on him, putting a stay in his step. Hours had passed since he'd rooted himself to the ground here at this place between shadow and light, and no familiar scents or sounds had come to him.
Then again, when has he ever had friends to recognize? A heavy sigh escaped the old stallion, head drooping and pale eyes sliding shut.
on a bed of spiderweb, i think of how to change myself.
blind. dark bay tobiano. felony x zhenya. |