kill the king,
throne the queen
Her heterochromic eyes remained fixed on the distant horizon, where the azure sky met the cerulean waters. A surge of anticipation coursed through her as she imagined the infinite possibilities beyond these familiar shores. The ocean, despite its capricious nature, held the promise of adventure and the allure of the unknown. A yearning flickered within her soul, stirring within her a deep longing to embark on a journey that would lead her to uncharted territories and unknown wonders.
The faint patter of hooves on the sandy shore caught her attention, her ears twitching as her gaze drifted towards the approaching figure. He was dark, and well, handsome to say the least.
Sometimes I wish I was a fish...To explore," he murmured, his voice laced with nervousness as he drew closer. She raised an eyebrow at his peculiar remark, contemplating the thought of being a fish. To her mind, it held little appeal. She studied him for a moment before her curiosity got the better of her.
"Being a fish sounds rather dull, Nox," she retorted, her gaze returning to the distant horizon, sending a subtle hint for him to leave.
As the silence stretched between them, Ximena glanced towards Nox, observing his silent presence nearby. A longing filled her eyes as she spoke,
"I'd rather soar through the heavens as a bird, but not those annoying seagulls, Their incessant squawking and pooping are an annoyance.," A sigh escaped her lips as she recalled the countless times she had stepped in their spattered excrement.
"I am Ximena... of..." she faltered, her thoughts scrambling for a designation. She yearned for a title that evoked adventure and lineage, such as 'Ximena of the Sultry Desert' or 'Princess Ximena Daughter of Rougaru.' But the reality weighed heavier: she was Ximena of nowhere, a homeless wanderer. With a heavy heart, she turned her gaze away from Nox, her eyes returning to the graceful flight of the birds above.
"...nowhere."
Her gaze wandered, and her voice carried a bittersweet longing as she uttered,
"Were I a bird, I could soar away from this place. I could gaze upon the vibrant jungles of my mother's distant homeland, marvel at the tapestry of flowers that dance in vibrant hues, and frolic in the azure waves that beckon me. The wonders of this world beyond these walls would be unveiled before my eyes." A sigh escaped her lips as she added,
"Yet such fantasies are but idle musings. I remain earthbound, and you, are not a creature of the sea."
Wanderer
MUTT - MARE - SILVER DUNSKIN OVERO - FIFTEEN HANDS