JERICHO
SOME TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLD
Another Court, with more spanning it just as the other had. Beautiful lands surrounding a massive structure. Rather than stick to the streets as he had been, Jericho found himself wandering through fields, his hooves brushing past grasses as his bangles jingled softly, his head dropping down and his ears twisting forward, listening. He had yet to meet a single soul, which was... disheartening. Perhaps his freedom also meant solitude, one that would consistently envelop him and hold him tight.
It didn't make him wish for his old life, but it did make him wish that he could at least make some sort of.. friend, or conversation that didn't revolve around specific acts or full of false seduction.
A sigh pushed through his lips, and he meandered near a tree, resting up against the trunk of it and feeling the bark against his pearly white flank. Honestly, he... wasn't sure of what to make of these lands anymore, the ones he had come running to in the dead of night with only a tattered cloak and his jewelry. Now he could see that maybe it wasn't... the place for him. Maybe he belonged back to his past life, where he was held on a chain as a pretty little toy.
It made him shudder in distaste, and he closed pink eyes, ears flinging back suddenly as he breathed out, gnawing his lower lip almost. Perhaps he should give this place a chance, any of these lands. Though he'd already given a few, maybe his third would be the lucky charm.
It didn't make him wish for his old life, but it did make him wish that he could at least make some sort of.. friend, or conversation that didn't revolve around specific acts or full of false seduction.
A sigh pushed through his lips, and he meandered near a tree, resting up against the trunk of it and feeling the bark against his pearly white flank. Honestly, he... wasn't sure of what to make of these lands anymore, the ones he had come running to in the dead of night with only a tattered cloak and his jewelry. Now he could see that maybe it wasn't... the place for him. Maybe he belonged back to his past life, where he was held on a chain as a pretty little toy.
It made him shudder in distaste, and he closed pink eyes, ears flinging back suddenly as he breathed out, gnawing his lower lip almost. Perhaps he should give this place a chance, any of these lands. Though he'd already given a few, maybe his third would be the lucky charm.
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