| BONE | i'm meaner than my demons
i'm bigger than these bones |
Bone's luck had not been great when it came to the crossing island. In fact most of the mares he'd met in his time there seemed to hate him, or be completely uninterested in him at the very least. He wasn't entirely sure if he should be offended, he wasn't really sure about anything. The amnesia had not been without it's struggles and the constant migraines and crippling headaches, the pale stallion could have done without. The pink scars that crossed across his cream coat might as well have been question marks, as he hadn't the foggiest how he'd acquired most of them. Thus far no one in the islands seemed to know him and he was beginning to think his answers would never be found.
Maybe it was for the best.
Whoever or whatever he used to be was gone. He could be anyone. And he'd decided to be whatever this was. He had tried all sorts of approaches and his hot and cold persona seemed to be more cold than anything. The mares in the Savanna kept their distance mostly, though he trusted Kvasir to keep an eye on them in his absence.
He had been grazing quietly, after all the grasses of the meadow were much sweeter than the Savanna. Though the golden grasses of his home had grown on him, it was nice to have a treat every once in awhile. It is only when Eira grows closer that Bones lifts his head and turns his small pale ears in her direction. She seemed eager and happy and Bones could only hope he would not disappoint. He bounced into a lofty and loose trot, approaching her with a tail flicked to the wind.
"Hello," he called out, grinning. "I'm Bone." It was a different approach, perhaps than before, but maybe he could avoided gnashed teeth and pinned ears. Maybe he could be better than whatever he was. He can feel another headache forming and he swallows down the desire to fling himself to the dirt with a groan and instead offerings his muzzle to her. |
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