|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 7:23 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:20 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:24 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:25 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:27 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:28 pm
 |
|
|
|
When she said his name, he quickly glanced over at her. A small smile tried to tug at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly stifled it as he tossed his bangs out of his eyes. He listened closely to her voice. It was calming and tranquil for him. Perhaps it was just that he hadn't heard the voice of another being in a while or that he was simply crazy. Her name caused him to quirk a brow and he gave it an attempt, "Virt.... Omni. I like Omni." With a soft sigh, he continued to listen to her story. A quizzical look overcame his features. "How does one free themselves of the impurities of this world when there are so many? It seems like an impossible task." After thinking about what he had just said, Nishant growled at himself. He was far too pessimistic about the world. This was one of his few chances at making a friend and here he was scaring her away. Perhaps the stallion simply enjoyed torturing himself.
His dark thoughts were quickly swept away when the mare spoke to him once again. He nods his head slowly in response to the mare, not sure how she already seemed to pick up on who he was. Not many others seemed to understand that he was simply a quiet soul. "Yes, it is nice to have another around..." Nishant said softly. When she directly asked him about himself, he felt his tail curl even tighter to his body and his body tense. A nervous energy fell over him and he quickly shrugged his shoulders. Did he trust this mare enough to tell her his story? No... not yet. "You wouldn't be interested. It doesn't consist of much anyways. Nobody likes a short story." Avoiding the question, Nishant sped up slightly and tried to walk off his nervousness. Clearing his throat, Nishant glanced back to ensure he wasn't leaving the mare behind.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:29 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:31 pm
|
|
|
|
He listened to her for a moment, trying not to judge her just as she hadn't judged him. Obviously the mare was more in touch with her own mind than he was with his. How exactly did one simply open up their mind to any possibility? "Hm. Opening up sounds dangerous. One is likely to be burned by allowing all possibilities in." Again, he was shooting down the poor mare's statements. Where she didn't believe in things being impossible, Nishant believed in very little things being possible. It seemed they were opposites in this regard. Again, he listened closely to what the mare had to say. Although they were opposites, perhaps she could teach him a thing or two. "Hm. Wish I could say you were correct about me in that way. Unfortunately I am a very narrow minded and stubborn stallion." What was he saying?! He was basically giving her a list of reasons why she should run away. Idiot. When she questioned him on his answer, he nodded his head firmly. "Nobody would be interested, especially someone I just met." Tossing his bangs out of his eyes once more, the stallion sighed softly to himself. Was he being too forward and blunt with this mare? Luckily, she seemed to be very understanding and tolerant of the stallion's behavior. What was wrong with this mare?
Although he trusted very few others, Nishant slowly nodded when the mare mentioned a shortcut. Following her closely, he kept his guard up slightly. His purple eyes glanced around, taking in his surroundings and noting escape paths if he should need it. "Something you want to show me?" Hm... not many others wanted to share things with Nishant. He felt curiosity creeping up as he tagged along with the mare.
When she stopped, Nishant stopped along side of her and glanced down at the pile of dirt. He quirked a brow at the pile of flowers then looked at the mare as she asked him what it was. Shaking his head, he answered softly, "No. Does it have a special meaning?" Mentioning a story, he nodded his head. "Yes, I would like to hear it."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:32 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:33 pm
|
|
|
|
Listening intently, Nishant tries to grasp onto every word that the mare spoke. It was obvious by her change in tone that the story was a very serious one. When she nudges him to look, the stallion obediently glances over to the swampy part of the bog she mentioned. He could almost make out the scene in his head, but he quickly closes his eyes and turns his head back to the mound of dirt before them. Unsure why the mare is telling him this story of the old stallion, he focuses his purple eyes on her for a moment. Her face is very serious and he is quickly gathering that this is not some made up story to trick him. Nishant sighs heavily as he once again focuses on the mound of dirt and flowers in front of them. His heart grows heavy as she continues on with the story.
Not surprised that the mare got to know the stallion very well, he soon realizes that she and Nishant are fairly similar in some areas. It was now apparent to him that this mare has a special place in her heart for caring for others, just as Nishant does... deep, deep down. Hearing that the old stallion died that night in the very location they were standing, the young stallion felt an aching in his heart for the poor soul. When she mentioned his regrets and asked if Nishant wanted to know, he quickly looked up from the mound to the mare. Nish felt that he needed to know what he regretted in his life. Hearing the stallion's regret, Nishant sighed heavily. So this was the reason why she decided to tell this story to Nishant. If he continued to hide from the outside world and did not allow others into his world, he would become a miserable old stallion stuck in a bog with a world of regrets.
When the thunder boomed, Nishant snorted softly at it. Like a lost puppy, he followed the mare closely into the dense forest. His ears twitched as the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves surrounded them. So this mare did actually care about Nishant? How? How did she already care about him enough to share this story? How did she already know enough about him to know he would relate to the story? There was something special about this mare and Nishant wanted to know more. At the mention of spirits, Nishant's curiosity peaked again. Was the old stallion one of the spirits? Were the spirits telling her about Nishant? So many questions about this mare. He glanced over to her when she asked about his family. He supposed they could start with that question. "I have parents and a sister. What about you?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
