[SWP] he walks alone.

[Kauri]

burn through my love, i've had quite enough Above the land, he watched below. A week or so has past since returning upon this climate he cherished greatly. Kauri lay atop the canyon, basking in the harsh desert sun. Hind legs were to his side while forelegs awkwardly rest unfolded. His time here within this sector would be bittersweet. It was not his home, but how he wished it was. Once the colder seasons pass, the stallion would be back out wandering the world. He dreaded the thought. However, his mind could only appreciate this place for so long before tolerance became hostility. Memories to grow into pain, and so the bitterness flood from his form. These people knew not his tale; he was worthless upon a land so similar. That is what was painful. Violets peered through lids and down to the base of this canyon. There, he saw a figure passing through. Tiredly, he watched them go along, closing his eyes and continuing on with his nap once the stranger left his view. Minutes were quiet, peaceful. Although as he lay down onto his side, a rumble vibrated through the canyon. He remained still, awaiting for an explosion to come next. Unfortunately for him, nothing severe followed. Struggling back onto his legs, he scanned the area for any oddities. Looking to the sky, he huffed and bowed his head. Gathering himself, he then began to slink the gorge’s wall, keeping his eye out. As he walked the walls, sight was met by a figure once more. Kauri observed them as he passed over the stranger going the opposite way of him. Nostrils flared and chest rattled; senses taking in any energy present. Now looking forward, he halted when noticing a particular structure. Was this always here? He hadn’t explored much of the canyon to really know. Tilting his head, he continued onward, intrigue within his mind. How grand. Coming close to the walls of this structure, head peeped through one of the many openings. A window into the inside, seeing the stone spiral down toward a depression in the midst of this building. Never in his nearing century has he seen anything like this. He wasn’t sure of its purpose, if it had one to begin with. A monument, an edifice withstanding the test of time. He stood at this window, gazing at everything; uncertainty biting at his heart. "Speaks" | Thinks —

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