Sunday Stroll (Closed)

[shady]

Bandit

   Well, this place was new to the three year old stallion, his green and blue eyes looked around him as he easily walked down the dusty road. His breathing was alert as he looked at the run down buildings around him, to him though he did not know what they were. Something about this place made him actually feel something, he walked steadily up to a saloon and stopped as he extended his black nose and took in the scent of he worn out wood of the railing. The hot summer sun hit his dark coat like a heavy hammer, his mane and tail moved and shifted in the hot breeze as he jumped a bit when something moved out the corner of his eyes.

   The son of dark looked beside him to only see that it was a tumble weed and he mentally cursed himself for been jumpy the way that he was. Then the mixed breed stud snorted as he then took a steady step on the wooden steps and tested the integrity of the step and looked up to the doors as one of the swung gently and made a cracking noise. Insidious then took the steps and quickly made his way up them and bowed his neck as he snorted again and smelled the inside of this strange place.

    It smelled like a dank place but it was also catching his attention as well, he wanted to learn about this but he also knew that something screamed at him to run. Insidious then looked inside and swatted at some flies that bite into his dark hide, it looked dirty inside. He was about to walk away when he noticed a figure in one of the windows he then turned his face to see another stallion that was interesting like this place. He looked older then him, dark lashes blinked slightly as he looked at the oddly colored stag. His stance was closed, like he was depressed and his gait was slow. What was wrong with him?

    In a way this stallion reminded Insidious of his oldest brother, that he only knew a little about due to the fact he was the oldest out of three siblings. Insidious stayed where he was seeing that so far his run in with the same gender was never a good one. He relaxed his stance as he watched this painted man. "Hello." He called out as he watched him   

[Bandit]

He moved slowly, his chin tucked back toward his chest as he trudged through the desolate land that used to be a bustling town. His hooves barely lifted off of the ground, as his toes scraped the dirt with each of his shuffling steps leaving an odd dragging trail behind him and puffs of dust with each movement. This place with its dilapidated, run down, appearance and ramshackle buildings strangely made Ragnarok feel like he belonged here. Maybe it was because how this place looked was precisely how the patchwork stallion felt. His life had been nothing but sorrow, heartbreak and guilt, and every moment he felt as if he could put one of those things aside a new tragedy was thrust upon him. His feet were pulled out from underneath him just as soon as he struggled back to his knees. There were times where he didn’t know why he even tried to keep going, why he bothered. Maybe that was just his destiny, to be alone forever, and he didn’t deserve happiness.

Ragnarok didn’t even notice through his introspection the strong scent of another on the air, and that he was following in the not too old footsteps of another that had prowled this land not long before. His ears flicked almost instinctively as the wind blew, sending a tumbleweed rolling past him but mentally he remained completely within himself, at least until another’s voice rang out clear and calm. At the other’s simple greeting, Ragnarok started, with a deep snort, and jumped sideways. Spinning quickly on his heels to face the origin of the voice, his feet planted in a wide stance, his nostrils flared slightly as his multicolored eyes focused on the origin of the greeting.

Swallowing hard, he saw another stallion standing inside of the strange structures that littered this area, and Ragnarok suddenly felt burning sensation of embarrassment begin to creep up within him. Here he was, a grown stallion, jumping at the smallest noise like a frightened child. Closing his eyes he turned his head away quickly drawing in a deep, steadying breath before turning his flecked eyes back on the stranger. “Greetings,” he cleared his throat hoping to better find his voice since it felt hoarse and raspy from pure disuse. “I…I’m sorry,” he said softly, unsure as to why he was apologizing, but he didn’t know what else to say. It felt as if it had been so long since he had been in the company of another.

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