a humble start

Seven years the sooty beast had wandered the lands of the living. Seven years, he'd done nothing with his life - as far as he remembered. Five of those years, he'd live with a wild band of stallions and one lone mare that had taught him everything he'd ever known. The life of stealing, killing, torturing, and treasure hunting. It was the only life that he'd ever known, from what he could remember. Those blasted headaches having the first two years of his miserable life. Whether it was a good thing or not, he neither knew, nor cared. He'd grown up living on a small island off of the coast of the mainland, but one night things had broken out within the band, all because of him. It wasn't like it was his fault that they had tried to starve him for a year. If it hadn't been for that, he never would have tasted the blood of another. If they had just let him eat and drink as needed, he wouldn't have killed another one of the stallions. They wouldn't have turned on each other, but they had. During the craziness of the night, he'd somehow managed to get knocked out and swept out by the current. Luckily, he'd managed to survive, and had landed on the mainland of Centauri. Now he wandered the whole of the mainland looking for some place to reside, and seek shelter. A possible future for himself.

So far, though, his journey had led to no where but a single land called the Wandering Place. Charcoal mane and tail flew wildly behind him as he galloped through the lands, deeper into The Wandering Place. Though, he swiftly skidded to a halt as the scent of not just one - but two mares, entered his slightly flared nostrils. Bronze eyes shifted over the landscape in search of the mares, but he appeared to be a little too far from them, yet. Changing his directions, he headed in the direction of the scents, clearly eager and excited to see who his newest victims might be. Though, perhaps they wouldn't be victims? Maybe, just maybe, he could perhaps make some friends? It did seem, as though, he was better at making friends with mares. Other stallions never seemed to care about him, not even the stallions in the band he had once resided in. In fact, the only one who had really cared was the lone mare that resided with them. With a toss of his head, he cleared those thoughts from his mind, locking them away in his memory. He slowed to a trot as he neared the duo. A pale damsel, and a blue tinted maiden stood conversing just ahead. He stepped closer in time to hear the blue roan mare speak. I forgot how windy it is out here in the open. He remained quiet as he drew a bit closer. My name is Luna Azul, what's yours?

As the blue roan maiden finished speaking, he politely cleared his throat as he stopped a respectable distance from the ladies. Good day ladies, he cooed lightly in a deep baritone voice, before continuing, my name is Mathias. It's a pleasure to meet two beauties out here. He couldn't help the flirty lyrics that flowed from his vocal chords.


tagged ↁee , marzanna
words 551
timeline After he gets swept ashore on the mainland.
notes Mathias's first post. <3

*pretend like the jewelry isn't in the image*