[P] Precursor to Revelry

[Jarek]

JAREK -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the frayed, we are the torn We are the beaten and the scorned And now you’ve forced the beast to bare its teeth -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He was unsure what the commotion was all about. The tents and colourful displays only further convinced him this land lived in lavish excess. He could smell scents that were oddly sweet and savory, mixed with that of coal and fire. There had been crafting experts in his homeland, but nothing of this grandior. Is this what the desert gods had wanted him to become? He couldn’t help but feel it was all unnecessary.  Far more interesting was the woman before him. Her gaze drifted over him like a summer's breeze warming his frozen disposition.  He stepped closer to her, aiming to cut off the chilly breeze that had been whipping their sides. Ah she too was a creature of warmth and sunshine. It was confirmed by her comments about the freezing nature of this season. It was reassuring to him to hear that this season would end, and that he hadn’t truly wandered into a permanently frozen land. It would have been just his fate to wander from hot desert to a cold desert.  Why was he here. That was a good question that had many answers. It was a simple question with a loaded answer. With a soft sigh he stepped even closer, he was not in the mood to wear out his already hoarse voice in a long winded story.  “I am here because of the collapse of my tribe. I am here to answer the call of the desert gods. I am here to seek a new way of life, of living and loving.” He spoke softly, his voice rasping with the extended sentences.   The drive within the stallion was tenacious, but his overall direction and goals were somewhat marred by lack of knowledge and connections. He knew within his gut he needed to rebuild a tribe to survive, that this was what he was truly cut out for. He would need family, connections and an army to ensure their safety.  Their eyes were similar in colour, hers felt deeper almost. Certainly warmer. “What brings you here?” he said with a soft chuckle realizing the heavy doom and gloom he had replied with. Standing closer to her like this felt better, it felt natural. He felt more secure in the sense that he could be sure she was within reach. He didn’t know this mare, but he knew by the roaring within him that he needed to get to know her.  OOC: @Torielle