Hole in My Sole, Whole in My Soul

N/A · 10-20-2014, 09:24 AM

He didn't have much, but little enough was more than he needed. Albion turned his muzzle to the brisk wind kicking up over the plains and forced himself to smile. This was nice. Below him hundreds of large beasts milled about, and he'd worn away most of the afternoon watching them do just that, and little else. The sun was not yet setting, but the lighting around him was beginning to gild, and the sky was clear. It would be a boring event with nothing to absorb the colors, nothing to shine brilliant orange and pink. The sky would fade to some strange shade of green before going dark. He let out a content sigh. At least he wasn't laying at the bottom of a ditch somewhere. He wasn't too hungry, wasn't too cold, wasn't too lonely. Things were pretty okay. He grunted and rolled onto his back, limbs skyward and aligned haphazardly, trying to imagine shapes for imaginary clouds. That one looks like my brother, he thought. Oh look, there goes my dignity and self respect, sailing by. He let his eyes close. What a day. What a world. But it was all good, right? The wind shifted and blew the stink of the herd below him into his nostrils.

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