galileo kodarki
A syrup coloured sky oozed across the horizon, dipping her rosy fingers in every crevasse of the rocks that lined the lapping liquid of the oasis. Gin slings and daydreams, that's what the colours reminded him of. Those were two things he hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing in a while, missing the sweet kisses of both.
There was a longing in him, to return home -- if that's what the place could be called now. His youth had been spent there, creeping in and out of the taverns when he had likely been too young to taste the liquors, they provided. He'd also haunted the brothels as soon as he'd come of age, much to his mother's distaste. Their home, a respectable size mansion gifted to his father for his victories, was surrounded by thick woodland, and embraced the town that were the vassals of the lord below it.
Now, it was marred with visions of blood red palace walls and the screams of the innocent. Though he was unsure if war still ran rife through his homeland, he knew there would still be tension -- even if one side had been proclaimed as the winner. All of it felt so pointless now, all the pain and heartache, all that he had been through. And what had been to blame? Of course, religion and the so-called gods, something he had become disillusioned with recently.
Making his way down towards the oasis, he pauses to listen for anyone approaching. Hearing nothing, he continues forwards, until his hooves are clipping the edge of the water. Bending his head in one graceful sweeping motion, he sipped the fresh liquid easily, velveteen lips causing ripples across the surface; characteristically, he was aware of everything around him. This stallion could never truly be blissfully ignorant and let his guard down.
Nature is as nature does.
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@Zakariah
hope this is okay for you!
There was a longing in him, to return home -- if that's what the place could be called now. His youth had been spent there, creeping in and out of the taverns when he had likely been too young to taste the liquors, they provided. He'd also haunted the brothels as soon as he'd come of age, much to his mother's distaste. Their home, a respectable size mansion gifted to his father for his victories, was surrounded by thick woodland, and embraced the town that were the vassals of the lord below it.
Now, it was marred with visions of blood red palace walls and the screams of the innocent. Though he was unsure if war still ran rife through his homeland, he knew there would still be tension -- even if one side had been proclaimed as the winner. All of it felt so pointless now, all the pain and heartache, all that he had been through. And what had been to blame? Of course, religion and the so-called gods, something he had become disillusioned with recently.
Making his way down towards the oasis, he pauses to listen for anyone approaching. Hearing nothing, he continues forwards, until his hooves are clipping the edge of the water. Bending his head in one graceful sweeping motion, he sipped the fresh liquid easily, velveteen lips causing ripples across the surface; characteristically, he was aware of everything around him. This stallion could never truly be blissfully ignorant and let his guard down.
Nature is as nature does.
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hope this is okay for you!
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