07-31-2017, 04:49 PM
 YOU'VE GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER
ALWAYS TRYING TO GET OUT AND UNDER
Damascus had fallen in love with avoiding problems and found great comfort in lazing away each day upon the clifftops. It was only when the chatter of a nearby voice caught within the snare of his ears that he would rise to meet it, only occasionally breaking from his lounging state upon the dusklit land he now came to call home. There wasn't much in the way of family here yet, and while he greatly admired a small few he had met there was little he had in common with anyone. His voice, his accent, his speach; it was all mismatched to those he met. Damascus was an oddity and remained like a sewn on patch to cover a hole in a well-loved cloak; he didn't yet fit, wasn't yet loved.
It was as he heard the boom of another familiar voice that he lifted his head from the 'star flowers' (dasies) and turnedh is maneless head toward the gathered party along the cliffside. Dohv had burrowed into the grass and would easily catch up should he just follow thetwenty-feet of hair constantly streaming from the colt's dock.
"Reich-bach-nen" Damascus boomed to the night court man, one he had met numerous times now and perhaps even considered a friend (though still could not get his lips around his long name). "Doing be here you? Home long away far you for" Damascus came to comment, scanning his pondering and curious gaze over those who had gathered. Easily he recognised thier sovereign, a woman he had sworn to protect. Standing up for her in front of Reichenbach should things turn sour would prove problematic - he turly liked the man, and knew hardly anything of this star-dusted maiden. perhaps he should remedy that.
The others were two he had witnessed at the meeting, though still did not know their names. Feeling ignorant and slightly unwise, he cast his nose between them with and wanting thirst for knowledge - not just for their names, but for everything there was to know about them.
KEEP DRAGGING YOUR BODY THROUGH LIFE BY THE HAIR
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