Another new world meant another chance at a new life.
Hope clung heavily to the chestnut stallion as he walked along in the field, the sound of the waves washing ashore coming from his left. He was walking northbound, the winds warm from where they rushed in off the sea. Divots were left behind in the dirt as he strode forward, hooves digging into the ground below as his muscles rippled under his coat, propelling him toward an unknown goal. There was a light dusting of frost coating the ground, but with the day just beginning, Liam didn’t think that the conditions would remain the same for much longer. Flicking his gaze toward the sea, Liam paused in his stride, neck turning to gaze toward the water. The sound was peaceful, allowing him to calm his breathing and his wayward thoughts, allow his anxieties about everything being so new to essentially cease. Flicking his tail as his nostrils flared and lungs filled with air, the stallion began to move again, though his path changed, altered. He began moving toward the beach this time, hooves still slicing through the partially frozen terrain, ears flicking back and forth as he listened to his surroundings, always on high alert.
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon behind him, lighting his copper coat on fire as he paused at the water’s edge, allowing the saltwater to wash over his hooves. A whisper of a chill rippled up and down his spine as he stood there, just staring out at the water, just watching. He didn’t know what was out there, what made him keep landing from one world to another, from one home to another. A pang of nostalgia washed over him and his heart clenched in his chest as his mind began to turn toward a different train of thought. He missed Angosia, missed the sights and smells, missed the townspeople. It wasn’t much, but it was home. His mind, soul, body ached for the home he lost, for the friends, the people he’d met, the love he’d lost and then found again. He had yet to really explore this new world, but he was sure that Bucky was out there somewhere. The big lug got himself caught up in more sticky situations than Liam even knew what to do with. A small smile appeared on Liam’s lips as he thought back to their childhood, the countless hours they’d spent together, the countless dumb squabbles they got in, how dumb it all seemed now.
Again, his heart clenched in his chest as he thought about the day that he’d lost Bucky and then found him again. The Buchanan he once knew was gone, replaced with a weapon, something that didn’t resemble the Bucky that Liam had once known and loved. How could Liam have just left him there in the snow in that damn valley that fateful day? How could he have been so selfish?! A roar of anger flared through the stallion and he reared skyward, lashing out at the sky in pure anger, his ears pressed back against his poll, fury blazing in his ice-blue eyes. Clods of sand and dirt flew out from beneath large hooves as the stallion reared again, hurt and pain and fury erupting from every pore, cascading down to the ground as he landed, his chin tucked into his chest as he stood there on the beach, not moving. Only the wind blowing his mane and tail away from his frame gave away the fact that he was real, rather than a statue.
Tears burned his eyes, vision swimming as he slowly closed them, ears still pinned back against his poll. He’d found Buchanan once before in that one land, the one where he’d slowly rediscovered his memories, the one where he learned that he’d been stuck on a ship that had wrecked along the coast. The last thing he remembered from his time there was a wonderful time spent in a meadow with his Bucky, the one he adored and called his own.
Pain chipped away at his heart, and Liam turned away from the water, lunging up the slight incline that dropped to the beach from the grasses, his frame slipping into the grasses. The sun was rising still, though it was still low on the horizon. The tenseness was gone out of Liam now, the grasses tickling his coat as he walked, cutting a path through the foliage as he just walked, mindless in his direction. He didn’t even know where he was going this time, and he wasn’t so sure that he wanted to really know.
Notes;;
Tag;;
Voice Claim: Chris Evans
Words;; 801
by masking it with a cause
