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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 8:11 pm
His name wasn't something he truly had picked, it was the only name he could remember. Whatever he had originally been called had long since been forgotten; the only thing he could recall his beast of a father referring to him as was the reject . . . and so it stuck. Even without the guidance of his parents, even when abandoned by the world, the name was at least his and his alone. It wasn't a particularly pleasant name, but there was a bit of truth in it. . . . He just didn't fit. Rejected by kalona, rejected by unicorns . . . . the name had been far too perfect a fit.
When the red eyed mare -- Musso was her name -- began to drift away, back the way she came, the stallion almost breathed a sigh of relief. It would be good to continue on his way, to finish his drink in peace and carry on. While he didn't think she would leave to turn on him, he also couldn't exactly trust such a belief. It was easy to be two-faced in the world. . .but. . . . she had seemed strangely genuine.
Meh, ti wouldn't matter though. He'd move on his way soon enough, and that would be that.
It was only as the mare paused and questioned whether or not she'd see him that his ears flicked up, and he almost raised a brow. Curious really . . . but not something he'd readily encourage. Giving a small snort, the stallion dipped his head and gave his head a small shake. "No. It is quite unlikely." Short of a miracle, the stallion had no real intention of hanging around this area. Not only did he know there was some herd nearby, but unless he found someone or something in need that hindered him leaving, he wouldn't see her again. He was constantly on the move, and for good reason.
With that, he himself turned away and began his slow and cautious walk through the woods. It was better this way anyway. . . .
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 8:20 pm
She figured as much, and that, honestly, was okay. He seemed to be a wanderer. It was only in his nature. She could certainly respect that. With a dip of her head in acknowledgement Musso regarded him one last time as she watched him start to slip away in the shadows once more. A bitter taste was certainly in her mouth as she spoke to him one more time. Odd feeling in a way, but warranted and prepared for.
"Well then, Reject, I wish you well on where ever your travels take you. And may you find peace where ever you end up next."
And with that, she was gone, quietly turning hoof and making her way back into the trees. Back towards what she knew. Back towards her current home. And back towards the stallion to whom she didn't know what was going to happen. But such it was, it didn't matter. She'd remember the stallion she met this night. That was all that mattered tonight going forward into tomorrow.
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