Posted on February 20, 2012 at 06:43:40 PM by twenty-one
because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star A static fray of memories had been flashing across Twenty-one’s mind for days now. There were moments when he would stand completely transfixed by a certain image that flooded his thoughts and relented in letting go of his sanity. He was lost within himself, a twisted array of hatred and gluttony mixed with mild pangs of regret; regret for not doing the right thing when he had the chance. The correct words also eluded him and now the only syllables to slip through his lips were those of ill content. Lids slowly dragged across his icy blue pools pulling a slick sheen of needed moisture across them. The Dunes was proving to be a suitable place for him, a perfect mixture of heat and cooling breeze. It reminded him so much of Emerald Pool and the white sanded beach that had been the welcome mat to his first piece of land. Twenty-one neutrally flipped both twin lobes forward as he basked in the gentle call of the ocean rolling against the shore. However unlike Emerald Pool the Dunes are covered in the white granular bits of rock with sparse clumps of vegetation placed about here or there. Looming knolls swelled up from the earth’s crust to form a hostile and loose footed environment. Twenty-one was well prepared to handle these handicaps, a Spanish war horse must be accustomed to such things after all. He had been perfectly content in his solitude until a familiar voice shattered his peace and quiet and sent both tillers flat back across his milky skull. Storm was a face he hadn’t expected to see out of the many he had come across already. At one point in time he had been Twenty-one’s second in command and had then taken over Emerald Pool when he left. Storm had proven incapable of ruling the lands left to his care and Twenty-one had made a quiet mockery of him, laughing at him inwardly as he heard rumors of his utter demise and failure. He had warned him long ago about Evaline, and he had been foolish enough to ignore his advice. The large pale beast felt no pity for the black stained beast as Twenty-one cut his gaze to the shore and watched him impatiently pacing the breaking waves. ”Fool”, he muttered under his breath as he stood placid and unmoving watching Storm with little more interest than he would show to the wind. The Dunes were his now and he knew the proper thing to do would be to greet every single life form that crossed his borders, or chase them out. For the moment he was unsure whether he would allow Storm to stay or if he would push him off towards someone else. The last thing he would do would be to grant him the same respect he once had for the much younger male. A short, bellowing call squeezed through his pink chutes in reply to Storm’s greeting. A flat line of emotionless taste settled across his fleshy lips as he picked up thick boned limbs and paced towards the black creature moving on his beach. White flecks of sand cascaded around his ankles as he cut through the Dunes and sunk his cream flints into the moist ground of the shoreline. He froze himself in place a few yards from the ebony frame of Storm and looked upon him with dull enthusiasm flamed across his roman profiled features. ”I must say that I am surprised to see your face here. What is it that you want from me this hour?”. twenty-one Andalusian/12 Years/Cremello/16.2/Male/Leader of The Dunes |
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