Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on April 4, 2020 at 10:52:01 PM by VERCINGETORIX
Running felt good- moving felt good. The winter set in a sort of laziness in people, making them fall dormant, hiding in their homes and staying away from the trees.
Yet he ran. His body, older than it had been, is a train battling the snow, sending up great icy flourishes that surround him like a cloud. The snow bites into his skin, and he almost wants to laugh and cry- throw his shoulders into the ground and toss his heels into the sky and roll.
He doesn’t, but he wants to.
Eventually he completes his ring around the meadow, circling the strangers that are sprinkled here and there. Off in his own world and thinking of nothing but the way that his hooves hit the cold ground and the way his body moves like a well oiled machine, Vercingetorix finds a joy that he has not felt in quiet a while. Like a colt, he tosses up his heels and lets a childish squeal rip from his lips as he enjoys himself.
Everyone else seems to be shivering against the cold and trying to huddle together for warm. Sweaty and out of breath, he eventually stops and stands, chest heaving and nostrils flaring, he feels better. So much better. There is a sort of tranquility in throwing energy to the wind, and with a tiny smile on his dark lips, he twists his body, bringing his nose towards his hips and lifting a hind leg to scratch at his cheek. Perhaps he would make this his home- it was welcoming enough was it not?
Scraping his toe against his cheek, Vercingetorix thinks of a home that had been long forgotten, where the sun filtered like gold through the trees, and where he had felt the touch of affection- no, love. A place he had abandoned and that he was unlikely to go back to, unless the conditions were right. Placing his foot back on the ground and straightening his neck, the red beast snorts and eyes the crowds around him, watching as everyone seems to find their perfect match and as they exchange words of wit or endearment, “No one misses you, Vercingetorix.” He mutters to himself, with a soft, low lilt that no longer belongs to these islands.
Yet he ran. His body, older than it had been, is a train battling the snow, sending up great icy flourishes that surround him like a cloud. The snow bites into his skin, and he almost wants to laugh and cry- throw his shoulders into the ground and toss his heels into the sky and roll.
He doesn’t, but he wants to.
Eventually he completes his ring around the meadow, circling the strangers that are sprinkled here and there. Off in his own world and thinking of nothing but the way that his hooves hit the cold ground and the way his body moves like a well oiled machine, Vercingetorix finds a joy that he has not felt in quiet a while. Like a colt, he tosses up his heels and lets a childish squeal rip from his lips as he enjoys himself.
Everyone else seems to be shivering against the cold and trying to huddle together for warm. Sweaty and out of breath, he eventually stops and stands, chest heaving and nostrils flaring, he feels better. So much better. There is a sort of tranquility in throwing energy to the wind, and with a tiny smile on his dark lips, he twists his body, bringing his nose towards his hips and lifting a hind leg to scratch at his cheek. Perhaps he would make this his home- it was welcoming enough was it not?
Scraping his toe against his cheek, Vercingetorix thinks of a home that had been long forgotten, where the sun filtered like gold through the trees, and where he had felt the touch of affection- no, love. A place he had abandoned and that he was unlikely to go back to, unless the conditions were right. Placing his foot back on the ground and straightening his neck, the red beast snorts and eyes the crowds around him, watching as everyone seems to find their perfect match and as they exchange words of wit or endearment, “No one misses you, Vercingetorix.” He mutters to himself, with a soft, low lilt that no longer belongs to these islands.
VERCINGETORIX
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Replies:
- i should have known i'd leave alone - By dredge April 5, 2020 at 01:16:11 AM
- cuba libre - By bacardi April 7, 2020 at 03:47:54 AM
- Love in a lifetime of war. - By VERCINGETORIX April 9, 2020 at 02:39:58 PM
- just goes to show - By dredge April 9, 2020 at 09:45:17 PM
- cuba libre - By bacardi April 16, 2020 at 07:32:54 AM
- Love in a lifetime of war. - By VERCINGETORIX April 17, 2020 at 03:39:53 AM
- that the blood you bleed - By dredge April 21, 2020 at 03:54:16 AM
- cuba libre - By bacardi April 30, 2020 at 07:31:27 AM
- that the blood you bleed - By dredge April 21, 2020 at 03:54:16 AM
- Love in a lifetime of war. - By VERCINGETORIX April 17, 2020 at 03:39:53 AM
- cuba libre - By bacardi April 16, 2020 at 07:32:54 AM
- just goes to show - By dredge April 9, 2020 at 09:45:17 PM
- Love in a lifetime of war. - By VERCINGETORIX April 9, 2020 at 02:39:58 PM
- cuba libre - By bacardi April 7, 2020 at 03:47:54 AM
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