Quiet places
Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 4:52 pm
OOC: Go easy on me, its been 3 years since I've written anything.
BIC:Running, that was one thing that, short of an accident, no one could ever take away. No matter what curves life threw, whenever things got tough, the act of running always had a calming effect. Tempest had always been hyper and high strung; even as a foal he had always needed an outlet. Now as an adult he was still constantly moving. Some days weren’t as bad and he could calm down enough to act semi normal. But other days, if he were particularly excited or upset he would just head to the fields and run for hours.
The good thing was it gave him time to think. The bad thing was... it gave him time to think. He didn’t used to mind it but of late the thinking seemed to just upset him all the more. He would end up running even harder to try to stop the memories until finally, he would have to collapse under a copse of trees and catch his breath. He tried not to dwell on the past, he really did, but every once in a while those sneaky little memories would come up so suddenly that he didn’t get his guards up in time. Knowing he should be content and actually being content were two different things. Being with this bonded was nice and he was happy but sometimes the bitterness of being left would crop up and take him hostage. Slowing he took a good look around, sometimes he forgot to pay attention when he ran and would wind up getting lost but thankfully today he had stayed in familiar territory.
Slowing even more he trotted over to a shady spot in the small valley. This particular spot was his favorite spot to come think, it was at the base of one of the hills, having a few large globe willows scattered around a gently flowing creek that had a small outlet pool nestled between the willows. Taking a long drink, he concentrated on slowing his heart rate and between the cool water and the gentle breeze he was successful. He walked over to sit at the base of the nearest willow and force his thoughts to a happier place. Like his new him. Keira and the others were all nice, true he didn’t exactly get along with some of the others, but he didn’t dislike them. It was just a matter of difference in personalities.
BIC:Running, that was one thing that, short of an accident, no one could ever take away. No matter what curves life threw, whenever things got tough, the act of running always had a calming effect. Tempest had always been hyper and high strung; even as a foal he had always needed an outlet. Now as an adult he was still constantly moving. Some days weren’t as bad and he could calm down enough to act semi normal. But other days, if he were particularly excited or upset he would just head to the fields and run for hours.
The good thing was it gave him time to think. The bad thing was... it gave him time to think. He didn’t used to mind it but of late the thinking seemed to just upset him all the more. He would end up running even harder to try to stop the memories until finally, he would have to collapse under a copse of trees and catch his breath. He tried not to dwell on the past, he really did, but every once in a while those sneaky little memories would come up so suddenly that he didn’t get his guards up in time. Knowing he should be content and actually being content were two different things. Being with this bonded was nice and he was happy but sometimes the bitterness of being left would crop up and take him hostage. Slowing he took a good look around, sometimes he forgot to pay attention when he ran and would wind up getting lost but thankfully today he had stayed in familiar territory.
Slowing even more he trotted over to a shady spot in the small valley. This particular spot was his favorite spot to come think, it was at the base of one of the hills, having a few large globe willows scattered around a gently flowing creek that had a small outlet pool nestled between the willows. Taking a long drink, he concentrated on slowing his heart rate and between the cool water and the gentle breeze he was successful. He walked over to sit at the base of the nearest willow and force his thoughts to a happier place. Like his new him. Keira and the others were all nice, true he didn’t exactly get along with some of the others, but he didn’t dislike them. It was just a matter of difference in personalities.