Ears flicked on top of the stallions head, his body still where he stood. The only movement from his body was his sides rising and falling with each breath he took. His lungs were full of air, but his nostrils were lacking scents. He wanted to see someone, anyone and it was eating at him. His mind was not stable enough to be alone forever and now he was starting to go crazy, or so he thought. When a mare came to him, the stallion thought he was seeing things until she spoke.
Hanging onto every word she said, Scarecrow tilted his head with his eyes scanning her. She was straight to the point, a thing that had the powder puff stallion faintly flinching back. He had not meant to irritate anyone, but he got the feeling she could be. His two toned face bent to face away from her for a moment, his ears tucking to his head as he sighed. “I come from a human circus.” His words were soft, but loud enough for her to hear. He had been an act, something cared for, but he had lost all of his friends and family that day of the fire.
“I come from the main lands where I was to scream and speak to anyone and everyone.” Licking his lips, Scarecrow let his eyes land on her once more as he scanned her frame to see if maybe she smelt of somewhere, but he could not even guess the answer there once her home scent flooded his nostrils. “I… I am growing tired of being alone. I am sorry if I have disturbed you any.” He might as well apologize for something he had not really done. There had been no screaming, but his call could have been louder than he realized.
SCARECROW
Stallion | 18hh | Black Tovero | Of The Lost Island Wilds
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