BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

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Battlecry knew that time had actually escaped him, only leaving behind its monotone to encourage him to delve inwards, knowing that the sense of time itself had fled with the sun beneath the wretched earth as shadows engulfed the entire world for the night time ritual. The night would never stop breathing down the world’s neck, eager to tell it tales of what goes on in the midnight hour, what sin leaks itself outwards. Halt came upon the horse as trees became more and more sparse, as if they felt compelled to not grow past a certain boundary, leaving equines to whisper among themselves without the timber that would all too often eavesdrop. The soil gave way to his ashen hued flints, gently encasing all four of them so that a perfectly clear print could be made when Battlecry moved from his newly found stance. Battlecry cocked his head upwards, staring himself into a match against skies that dared him to give in to the urge of flight, the stars drawing constellations that we all know about. Those warriors that are so famed that they are placed in the skies to be hung each night as a tribute to their wonders. Maybe one day we can hang Battlecry in the skies, and each night we can cry when we look upon the glittering orbs of light that make up his figure. Death could lurk in between each one of those stars that were oblivious to what they made in the heavens, much like how death lurked under night’s thick cloak. Death deals its cards at a poker table at midnight for it could never be taken fully seriously if it were to arrive in a glorious field that was dressed by the wonderful rays of the master star of earth, that one they all hailed as the sun. As Battlecry watched the heroes of the past, envy dressed itself up on his features for a fleeting moment. It was fleeting and quickly diminished into the neutral façade that so readily presides upon on dark mask. Scents pawed through the atmosphere to reach Battlecry in attempts to reveal information about so many others unknown, their destinies all folding out in this very clearing. This piece of land was often the beginning of beginnings would one not say? Ah, so its Battlecry’s chance to write himself a story no? How would it go? Up in flames and down to hell shortly, or would page after page another would turn, and the stallion could find himself distinguished and known by the whispers that stalk the breath of others? Though the stallion had lost track of time, he would not waste it by wallowing in these dreary lands that would gain him that complete edition of her life. Darling it only comes in hardback, for its coated by ice from her very soul.. Fools wasted their time, letting it casually slip from their hands drenched in their own blood, losing something that could never return to them. Time never doubled back to return to the past for it was the past, it was the present, and it was the future...time was it all, forever unchanged. But forever changing everything about the world, permanently scarring what was. But Battlecry is not scared of change for it comes to us all. These are all careless ideals that roll and slide over the sinewy stretched hide. Ah so what shall time bring us today?

The clearing of the trees did allow outsiders to view the dark stallion. Though some may dismiss him as an outcast shadow that lost its hold on the dappling darkness. But there was on individual that did at first cast him aside, but in time the other equine’s gaze reaches his own. Battlecry noted the slight hitch of breath and then the release of anxiety and perhaps fear? You are right; he was not one to be worried about for the time being. His eyes, so tantalizing yet spoke of past time hauntings, roved aimlessly over the others frame labeling one as mare. Of course that process enabled nasal cavities to swell with the intoxicating perfume that those of the female gender posses solely. He stood in a quiet, confident demeanor and surprised himself with a single phrase of greeting.
Hello You see Battlecry rarely embellishes in conversation yet today seems to be unique. Perhaps it was the magnetic force of foul play that pulled him here or perhaps it was just fate herself.