BOY WITH A BROKEN SOUL
HEART WITH A GAPING HOLE
It had been relatively quiet for Kvasir as of late. His reluctance to leave what was familiar had weighed heavily on his heart for some time. He found that most of his days were spent in quiet contemplation or deep in thought. He imagined wild scenarios and adventures of grandeur, but they were nothing more than fantasy. He knew that he did not have the strength to take on such a mission in reality. Though, he decided, it was fun to imagine. Sometimes his thoughts turned to that of magic. One night he flew with the birds and another he dove into the depths of the water and mingled among the sea creatures. He had been unwilling to share his dreams, fearful of being marked a weakling. He was, after all, a growing boy.
Kvasir walked slowly through the gently swaying grasses of the meadow. Every so often he reached down to grab a bite of grass or smell a particularly inviting flower. It did not take long for the young colt to find a particularly cozy bit of grass and he lowered himself with a small grunt. He gathered his legs up against his barrel before flipping onto his back. At first glance his wiggling looked as though he was struggling to flip in a roll, but it quickly became apparent he was merely finding the best spot.
He stretched a single leg up to the sky, as if pointing at the clouds overhead. "A rabbit,", he mused quietly as a particularly fluffy cloud in a suspiciously bunny-like shape drifted into view. Kvasir hummed quietly to himself between saying what he saw in each and every cloud that passed.
"What a terrifying bear," a quiet laugh bubbled from his dark lips and Kvasir struck out with his front legs as if fighting him, descending into a few moments of raucous laughter. It did not take long for him to settle back against the plush grasses again, closing his eyes in quiet contemplation. He imagined dancing across the sky and leaping from cloud to cloud, a pair of large wings sprouted from his back. A nearby sound tore him from his reverie and Kvasir flinched slightly before twisting onto his side and sitting up.
His forelock was splayed haphazardly, some of it stuck on his ears while the other clumps settled around his dark face. "H-hello." Kvasir grins sheepishly, dropping his gaze toward ground and flicking his ears out to the side. A blush certainly would have reddened his cheeks if possible. Unsure of what to do, Kvasir cleared his throat awkwardly.
KVASIR | COLT | SEAL BROWN SABINO | DROGON X SVENJA |
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