The Sound of Silence. Open, if anyone's out there

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=5e754c] Anane What's with the darkness fad going on? I've been living in the light, and seeing the dark, and yet, still no good has come of it. It echoed all around, the silence did. No grasses swayed in the Autumn Breeze. No birds did fly no foals did leap. No fawn rested safely under a dam's loving wing. Not a single Stud could have stopped the ruin from happening. Yet here he stood. A black lone silhouette, his tangled mane blew on the wind's waves. His eyes white from blindness, yet his ears detected every noise. If only he could see the destruction. Though his sight could no longer sense, his hearing, smell, taste, and touch could tell the story just as well. How softly the wind now blew, as if nothing bad had ever happened. All those years of work, those years of life. Not him, no, others. The fallen bodies were countless. He would stumble over the occasional bloated carcass of a pregnant mare, or a fighting stallion. Ropes still caught around his ankles, as if the hairless beasts were still here. His withers and rump bobbed unsteadily and weariness crept over his body. He staggered as he fell to the ground, his leg, it was swollen and hot. Slowly the graceful animal moved his leg, sorrow dripped from his movement as if he knew he was to die. It wasn't broken. Hope still grew here in this disparate land. Everyone couldn't have died. Not like that. Hope in a hopeless land didn't mean it was the right hope, didn't mean it was real. His great head slid off his knee and landed with an unpleasant thump. Dust and black ash rose around his face making him choke and sending a despairing cloud. If he was lucky, a predator would find him. He lay there, as defenseless as a newborn mouse. As if waiting. What was he thinking? Holding onto life like this. There was no food, no water, he couldn't walk and he was blind. His ear suddenly twitched, a sign of life. He'd heard it. The faint chirp of a wounded bird met his careful ear. Yes, he could survive too, he could live. He would prosper like a king. "Speech" Tags;; Mustang Muse;; Great Notes;; Perhaps a final good-bye to Mustang v1, I'll miss it. It was my first role play site. I'm mainly on Mustang v2, though if this site gets back up and going I would love to continue. Love, ~Free<3 Credits;; Table by Wicked Sama; all images are copyright to their rightful owners Anane || Stallion || Andalusian x Friesian || Five yrs || Rabicano, base black || 16hh || Eyes dark brown || Half-blind ||