Post by Serenade on Jan 5, 2010 18:53:33 GMT -5
Why was he here? He knew that one wrong step could send him plunging to his death. The snow had no yet faded from the pass he now walked along, making it slippery and even more dangerous than it was when it was dry. The weather was warm, though he shivered from the chill rising from the snow and ice around him. He kept returning to this place, courting danger and death repeatedly. Was he suicidal? Apparently his subconscious was. Lament paused, dappled grey figure almost invisible against the snow and the granite rocks. He was alone, and had been alone for a long time, ever since the death of his son. He had never found a place to settle, never found a place like his old home. This place of cliffs and water reminded him of home, though his home was considerably less dangerous and bordered a sea, not just sporting a few waterfalls and ponds. Anguish came to him as these reminders of that familiar place brought to his mind's eye other memories of his son and his love, his Rose and his Triton. The large and well-muscled stallion shuddered with the pain of it, and, unable to hold it back, a bellow filled with pain echoed from his maw. The cliffs around him bounced it back to his sensitive auds, and when they finally faded, he was breathing heavily, his breath coming from his nostrils in hard bursts. Never had he been so alone in his existence.
