Ukutsushi (Beautiful Soul) Jan 29, 2011 20:06:16 GMT -6
Post by Sammy on Jan 29, 2011 20:06:16 GMT -6
Fifteen for a moment
Caught in beween ten and twenty
And I'm just dreamin'
Counting the ways to where you are
"It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you - wishin' I'd realised what I had when you were mine..."
The soft baritone drifted lazily through the air, not loud, but not inaudible either as it wove through the trees that ringed the territory that was known as The Mountains. Indeed yes, a baritone...a male's voice.
Not that Shikatsu particularly cared. He was a male, yes, a quiet one, at that, not prone to fits of excitement. It did not mean he had no allusion of beauty and romance, though. In fact, it would shock any who knew his pragmatic sire to know that, for this song in particular, it had been Shikaru who had encouraged it. The old stallion had been a cold fellow at times, but that song, he seemed particularly fond of.
Probably because it made his mother cringe.
Shikatsu chuckled softly at the thought, dark blue eyes soft with gentle memories even as he lifted his head, ears harking back and forth with a leading stallion's watchfulness as he made his rounds of his home. Not that there was much to protect, at present; he had Kendra, that was it.
Then again... he murmured dryly within the confines of his mind. He'd become deeply fond, tender towards, the excitable filly, but she could be a challenge in itself. So he couldn't teach her not to lean so far forward watching a fish that she'd fall into the creek. There were other challenges, though, that he needed to be watchful for. Main challenge being, was trying to teach her that it generally wasn't a good idea to bounce up to *everyone* you met.
Yes, he was a stallion, but that was exactly why he was so cautious. He knew what his sex were like - even the coldest and calmest were driven by lust when the scent of mare prevailed upon their senses. Not even he could escape such things, pondering in the back of his mind, though he'd never have the audacity to even tease about such things to the mare who shared his home, now. Tease her about other things, yes, in his gentle way, but not that.
"And I go back to December all the time..."
His quiet singing continued, uncaring, for at the moment, he was comfortably alone. He continued on, voice dissolving into a soft hum as he continued the song, enjoying it purely for the way it gave him a sense of closeness to his parents, even if it t'was a bittersweet one.
"I gave you all my love and all I gave you was...goodbye..."
The creek burbled softly alongside him, the leaves and long grass swishing softly, as if providing a background musical ensemble to his words.