Post by Vox on Apr 6, 2008 23:34:28 GMT -6
It was, perhaps, one of the loveliest places of this land he had come to those many years ago, it seemed. The air was as he had remembered it, the familiar breeze whipping his mane in a way which he had once found distracting. Now...He treasured those small inconveniences, those small distractions that reminded him of his point of origin. As if he was merely a line, an arc that connected coordinates, rather than a being of flesh and blood. He very well could be, and on this train of thought he went, considering the logic of it. From a certain point of view, a very radical one, he could be considered merely a 'something' following coordinates. Many, when this thought hits them, do something irrational like twitch their foot or yell, for the simple pleasure of saying "Bet that wasn't played, eh?". But who was to state, in all their boldness, that it was not planned? He let this thought sputter and die, admiring how long such a silly imagining had lasted. It was truly amazing what sort of rubbish you found in a head that had long listened to the wisest of men debate. Of course, the wiser you were, the more you realized how silly everything was. All those things that most found important, vital even. A slight chuff came from his stationary form, as he surveyed the light morning sun, bright and clear, the glare making his world-weary eyes turn down slightly. The corners of his esteemed mustache twisted up in a small smile, preserving the last rays of early sunshine as the glowing orb disappeared behind a cloud. A very small cloud, that--from his extensive knowledge of this--would not be producing rain anytime soon. He had come here, to this place, because it relaxed him. The lord was at peace here, the man was one in this state, the king was free of duty for but a few precious moments. Although there was not much to rule, back in Eiroka. His Pride had disbanded, by conscious choice, by this king. He had told them to go, go find water, go to the oasis'. He had stayed, however. The lack of rainfall would not drive him away, not even the fact that even Suali was getting to be more mud than water. Truth knew how to find water, underneath the soil, and it did not concern him in the slightest that this was the dry season. He shifted his position, and his hindquarters came to a sitting position as he stared at the Eastern skies, gray eyes focused on a distinct point that it seemed only he could discern. He wondered, quite vaguely, if anybody else cared for these parts as he did, wondered if he would be having company. His large, golden paws kneaded the soil under him, dark nails sliding in and out in a steady rhythm. His tail, like a snake, moved seemingly of it's own accord, batting the ground at some times, and swishing it at others. Back muscles, pronounced and strong as they were, he was an impressive sight, framed against the dimming sun as he was. The face, wise and strong, offered protection and comfort. Even if he was not to be trusted, one got the feeling that he must be, that it was vital to be on his side. That...That somehow things would be better, if only he would look you in the eyes and say "It's going to be fine." Alas, the king could not offer such protection. It was not in his power to decide who lived and who died, not his place to decide if one was hurt or well. But as the king of a small part of the world, it was his duty, and his honor, to do his best to protect his family, his subjects and those who were loyal to him. And he had done so, always and forever, and would do so until the day that life finally relinquished her hold on him, releasing him into the waiting arms of death, who would welcome him with a smile.
