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Meadow

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Posted on September 2, 2020 at 11:29:05 PM by Kamekaze



Boredom and restlessness had the buckskin paint racing into the waters that surrounded Salem. He hurtled forward into the waves, not caring that they splashed in his face. Tossing his head, he gave a snort to clear the water that got in his nostrils, though he could only lay his ears back in hopes of not getting too much water in them. Escape was what he needed and he needed it, pronto. The Badlands was a good home and he had no complaints against his home or his herd. Roheryn was a fair and kind leader, much better than he deserved, probably. Yet the herd was smaller and attention was hard to come by. Kamekaze didn't want to ruin a good thing by flirting with someone else's mares, at least not those of someone he liked and respected. He needed to get out more and find some friends, make some enemies, something to keep his life interesting. Cause all this mediocrity was crap and he didn't like it. He still recalled when he'd made a friend out of the mare, Asra, right before she disappeared from the islands, never to be seen or heard from again.

Was it a curse? Was he cursed? He had to wonder. He even had a rank now in Roheryn's herd and it made him feel more important, but what good was a rank if there was no one to brag about it to? He'd started to make a friend in the mare, Thea. She was a pretty little thing, but Roheryn's heart was on his sleeve when he saw her and Kamekaze had to take a step back. He couldn't do that to the stallion who took him in when he didn't have to and gave him a home, a purpose. Maybe it was just the Fall season they found themselves in but Kamekaze needed to clear his head and use up his energy. He wanted to be plain exhausted by the time he returned to the Badlands. So as he trudged up on the shores of the Meadow, he snorted again and tossed his head, pawing at the wet sand before he shook out his coat and lunged forward, tearing across the green grass. The wind was calling his name and the meadow was starting to go into full bloom as the snow melted and new life came to call.

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