Post by WHIPSTIIIR on May 3, 2014 8:26:47 GMT 10
forever boy
four years | seal bay blanket | forest green eyed
four years | seal bay blanket | forest green eyed
I had an open wound, you had the salt; hopeless written on our teenage hearts.
Heat soaked the seal bay stallion as he stood gazing at the vast, blue blanket of the ocean. He, called Fall more often than not, had come from heat and fire; so, used to it, he did not mind. The breeze was enough to keep his skin from being set ablaze. He was not used to the waters edge like anybody else would be, though. Back home, he had stayed as a mainlander - it was as if he quietly refused to be burden with traveling's deep exhaustion. But, unfortunately, Fall got that exhaustion. The journey from his desert home had been long and tedious, taken more from him than ever before. This place would never be called his promised lands. That was taken from him as his mother and father gradually passed on. Naturally (or, like any other) many had expected him to fight tooth and nail for his rightful place as heir. But it was too much. His lack of ambition had lost him his world and his want to look in the eyes of those he failed. And so, this place was just a rebound. He could have kept moving, though. He chose not to.
Someone was amiss. Maybe it was the empty right side, or no longer the airy laughs of a child. Fall was alone here, completely: starting anew consisted of work and new beginnings. And watching over the ocean, he tried to decide what he was to do. Being a tyrant over a hoard of ungrateful witches was highly unappealing. If the stallion was to spread his genes and of his own, separate legacy from Fate, he wanted his woman beautiful and genuine and so, hopelessly in love with him. The man wanted faithfulness at its finest, to be cared about and to not care at all. That was how he had examined his father. All those beautiful, dependant woman who devoted themselves to a man who could almost physically not love them. His carelessness could have been his sons mask, and fake emotions.
Fall took a moment to shake his eyes free of black mane. Deep, green eyes scanned over the blue canvas a second (more like fourth) time to wonder and hope. Hope that he could finally figure it out: life. A soft, barely audible groan erupted from his throat against a small gust of wind, and his joints cracked as they began to move to his left. Having whipped himself around to see nothing but white washed beach, Forever Boy kicked his speed up and took a few short seconds to enjoy the land beneath his foot instead of hard dirt of ragged paths of rock. Having a place to possibly enjoy to himself for once. The seal bay had encountered quite the crazy beings on his desperate, rushed endeavors. Some so strange that he could not even keep a quick focus. He was quickly bored with the company of others, they were generally rotten or too new for him to tangle with. One thing he didn't take from his father was the animalistic sex drive. He didn't rape nor force; he fucked tenderly. Like a real man. Rethaya's raspy voice was all he had needed, other woman interested him none. And that's where his thoughts danced as he trot through the beach, further and further down the line. Loneliness riddled his deepest crevices.
Someone was amiss. Maybe it was the empty right side, or no longer the airy laughs of a child. Fall was alone here, completely: starting anew consisted of work and new beginnings. And watching over the ocean, he tried to decide what he was to do. Being a tyrant over a hoard of ungrateful witches was highly unappealing. If the stallion was to spread his genes and of his own, separate legacy from Fate, he wanted his woman beautiful and genuine and so, hopelessly in love with him. The man wanted faithfulness at its finest, to be cared about and to not care at all. That was how he had examined his father. All those beautiful, dependant woman who devoted themselves to a man who could almost physically not love them. His carelessness could have been his sons mask, and fake emotions.
Fall took a moment to shake his eyes free of black mane. Deep, green eyes scanned over the blue canvas a second (more like fourth) time to wonder and hope. Hope that he could finally figure it out: life. A soft, barely audible groan erupted from his throat against a small gust of wind, and his joints cracked as they began to move to his left. Having whipped himself around to see nothing but white washed beach, Forever Boy kicked his speed up and took a few short seconds to enjoy the land beneath his foot instead of hard dirt of ragged paths of rock. Having a place to possibly enjoy to himself for once. The seal bay had encountered quite the crazy beings on his desperate, rushed endeavors. Some so strange that he could not even keep a quick focus. He was quickly bored with the company of others, they were generally rotten or too new for him to tangle with. One thing he didn't take from his father was the animalistic sex drive. He didn't rape nor force; he fucked tenderly. Like a real man. Rethaya's raspy voice was all he had needed, other woman interested him none. And that's where his thoughts danced as he trot through the beach, further and further down the line. Loneliness riddled his deepest crevices.
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