Post by duskanddawn13 on May 31, 2011 11:56:48 GMT -6
but please tell me, what there is to complain about?
It was midday in the wandering hillside, and the sun shone brightly- and a little too warmly- in the sky. Insects buzzed and whined, large animals hide beneath the shade, waiting for the welcome cool of evening. It hadn't rained in over a month, and the earth was dry and dusty. The grass was no longer green, but an ugly yellow-brown, and crunched when you walked on it. Summertime was most definitely here.
Beneath the blazing blue sky trotted a young mustang steed. The heat didn't bother him, despite his thick brown coat and shaggy black mane and tail. While perhaps not his favorite time of year, Lupine appreciated summer, if not just for the fact that sometimes burning sun on your hide felt nice, instead of endless grey sky and rain.
With that being said, not much at all bothered Lupe; you'd be hard pressed to find something that did. He was carefree, footloose, whatever you preferred call it. And maybe he was young, maybe he was stupid, but he was happy- and isn't that all that mattered in life?
Lupe wasn't quite like the other colts he had grown up with, who's aspirations had been to lead the largest band of mares around. While they spent their time play sparring, Lupe watched idly or explored- his true love. He wanted to see every place, everywhere in the world. Each place was unique to him.
Now Lupe trotted along, switching his tail mindlessly to catch the biting flies. Up ahead was the start of the rambling pine forest, when he reached it, Lupe slowed to a walk, his hooves muted to a dull thud on the thick, sweet-smelling blanket of pine needles on the forest floor.
Lupe walked quickly, as he always did, following his nose. He scented water, close by, which was hard to come by these days. With the drought, animals had become desperate, claiming any source of water, no matter how small, as their own, and guarding it fiercely. However brave Lupe pretended to be, he was in no mood whatsoever for a run in with a thirsty mountain lion.
However, Lupe, figuring he had nothing better to do, followed the faint scent on the breeze until he eventually reached a clearing that a once-full mountain stream flowed through, now reduced to a mere trickle. The water dribbled down a waterfall of rocks which reached up a steep cliff into the trees, further up then Lupe's eyes allowed him to see.
The young mustang lowered his muzzle to the water, taking just a small sip. He was much more interested in investigating his surroundings. He eyed the rocky cliff, then without a second thought, plunged up it, his hooves scrambling on the wet rocks. Twice he slipped, though a grin never left his face, his muscles bunched with the challenge. Eventually he reached the top and stopped to take a few deep breaths for a moment. He glanced around, feeling only slightly disappointed that everything looked pretty much the same as below.
"Oh well," Lupe said to himself, "I've got the rest of my life to find someplace interesting."Lupe knew he was probably lying though- nothing could satisfy his curiosity to see everywhere and everything. But for now, there was no where to go, no one to see, and nothing to worry about. Or was there?
when you're happy like a fool, let it take you over,
when everything is out, you gotta take it in.
words; 572?
inspiration, Good Life by OneRepublic
notes; open for anyone. Someone depressed would be interesting xD Dramatic ending not intended, I couldn't think of anything else.
muse; it'll get better.
