Title: A [ Pain ] That [ Sleeps ] Inside
Description: {Entering} Zindelo Rye
Description: {Entering} Zindelo Rye
Spirit Dancer - February 23, 2008 04:12 PM (GMT)
There's a pain that sleeps inside
It sleeps with just one eye
And awakens the moment that you leave
Though I try to look away
The pain it still remains
Only leaving when you're next to me
Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay
So I stand and look around
Distracted by the sounds
Of everyone and everything I see
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need
- Disappear by Hoobastank
Short, mohawked locks of black and deep wine red flickered in the breeze, as royal blue hues watched the golden sand stretch out before me. Small ashy hooves were planted firmly in the ground; though my gangly legs were spread eagle because of their long length and inpending fatigue from the distance I'd traveled. Being a nomad wasn't fun, exactly like what Mumma had told me before she disappeared and never came home. Atleast I could assume she'd been found by my Da, or at the very least, abandoned me.
My stubby black tail flicked from side to side irritably, as royal blue hues narrowed against the glaring sun and the dusty breeze. Atleast I can tell there's someone here, several by the different - yet similar - smells. And, atleast, I'd be reconized eventually due to my burnished golden pelt that bore ivory splashes, even if I was just standing here, stubbornly watching the horizon as I waited and reserved what little energy I had left.
-FIN-
W Smack - February 23, 2008 04:17 PM (GMT)
The golden-hued alpha cantered slowly and leisurly up the newcomer. He had expected a nomad stallion or some other heathan that would cause his home grief. But he was surprised, and a bit relieved, to see that it was just a small colt. "Well, hello, there," he muttered, nodding to the colt. "My name is Cal, and I'm the leader of these lands. What brings you to the deserts?"
Spirit Dancer - February 23, 2008 04:25 PM (GMT)
My small, burnished gold and white diadem jerked upwards as the stallion spoke, small audials pinning back briefly to show my distrust with others of the same gender. I never had a true "father figure", and doubted that I'd ever have one, and I knew how Mumma hated stallions. So it was natural I'd carry on the same dislike, even if he was of my own gender.
"Zindelo Rye," I replied, giving my name in response - giving him no time to ask - quite proud of the name I'd been blessed with, despite the croaking of my hoarse voice. "I'm looking for a home."
"Zindelo Rye," I replied, giving my name in response - giving him no time to ask - quite proud of the name I'd been blessed with, despite the croaking of my hoarse voice. "I'm looking for a home."
W Smack - February 23, 2008 04:29 PM (GMT)
Cal peered at the small colt named Zindelo. He was a bit suspicious that this lone colt would show up by himself and ask for a home. "Do you have no other family to speak of?" he asked curiously, then he shook his head and added, "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that question - it was rude of me." He watched the colt for a bit longer. Well, what trouble could come from accepting a lone colt into the herd? He could do no harm - and he would be a nice playmate for Cal's three young children. "Alright," he finally said. "You can come into the herd if you like. There's not much - just me, my two mares, and my three children. You'll probably learn to like them. So if you'll follow me . . ." He turned so that he was facing towards the herd, ready to introduce Zindelo to everyone.