what we do in life echoes in eternity.He watches the child go, but not before calling out gently. He doesn’t want the child to fear, he doesn’t want the child to worry. No, The Gladiator used to have a way with children. Then again, he used to have the world… that was so long ago. Supposedly, things had changed. Maybe it was true. Maybe his life really had gone, and all he was left with was this shell. That wasn’t something he really wanted to mess with. He didn’t want to face it down, so he wouldn’t. The Gladiator just… he missed his son. It made his sides ache.
Carefully, he surveyed the stallion that stood before him. He was a gaudy creature, The Gladiator would make note of it again and again. Not like he was any less flashy in some eyes, but to most he was simple and plain. It fit him, it fit his lifestyle so well. He was more than willing to stand and let himself be plain for the sake of not attracting too much attention. There was something about of him that didn’t want to raise too much fuss. Too much fuss seemed to be raised in his world—it was all too much. No fuss, no muss. Just The Gladiator, a home, and a family. Some things were easier said than done. Family was what you made it. Home was what you made it.
So he would get through this. The stallion that stood before him asked of his title, to which the stallion tipped his ears forward with a light chuckle. “My ‘name’ as you decide to call it was lost to the sands a long while ago. I take my title from my former profession, something I was good at, once upon a time.” The man tips his head, scratching at an old scar. If one was to look closely you could see the scars as they littered his coat, but none were terribly prominent. He was good. He’d had a tendency of getting away without too many flesh wounds.
The Gladiator studied the other stallion as he indicated the other area, a sigh in his ribs. A shrug came too, and his eyes were gentle on the man’s pelt. “Do you have a proposal in mind then, prospect?” It was a joking way of referring to the other man, a slight nod to his head. Friends, in a world like this, were always more welcome than enemies. He had too many enemies to bother too much with. The Gladiator was going to focus on being a good man, for now. There were too many other things going on for him not to, today.
THE GLADIATOR
stallion. ten. black. andalusian. |