Ramses had no words, the turmoil within him boiled just beneath his skin. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man who had once been familiar to him as a boy. It just didn’t make any sense, he simply couldn’t wrap his head around it.
The coyote tilted his head as his crimson eyes moved over the other stallion, curiosity replaced the shock on his face. He wasn’t surprised that this man wouldn’t have survived in the desert, he seemed soft and kind, two things you wouldn’t find here.
The sun was unrelenting as it beat down upon his thin hide and he observed the man silently. Honestly, there were simply no words for the other painted equine as he stared into the same red eyes he had.
“Hello.”
That was all he had to say? All he could say? He had no questions? Did he not remember?
These thoughts all raced through his mind as his tongue remained twisted behind his lips.
“I came from the city.”
Ramses nodded slightly as he glanced in the direction of the day court’s capitol, longing in his eyes. How he wished he could fit in there, to have women in his bed and a crown upon his head.
“Are you hungry?”
What an odd question for a stranger in the desert. Did he not know anything about life here? Did he not know what the davke were capable of and the blood lust that stained their souls?
“No,” he replied gruffly.
“What is your name?” the wildling asked, his voice softening as he continued to analyze this situation, the unlikeliness of it.
Did he know? Did he know that they shared the same blood? Did he know that he had an older brother?
These thoughts all raced through his mind as his eyes remained focused on the man he knew was his lost brother.
OOC: This is trash, I apologize
Tags: @Ipomoea
