Forget Me Not {Chione}

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//Jaximus

A great yawn had the large stallion's jaws spreading as wide as it was limited to as he lay in a huge meadow of tall grass that barely managed to conceal his thickly muscled legs and almost to the top of his flanks. His head hung low, neck occasionally stretching so that he could grab another mouthful of the deliciously sweet grass, as fresh as the year. The winds that blew over the terrain still was a bit low in temperature, but that didn't bother the bulky brute resting in the grass. The biggest thing that gave him away was the long trail he'd created when he'd made his way here. Jax's hooves were large, in proportion to his body, and did not tread well enough not to leave some sort of sign of his passing. Such was part of being so large. That trail was the only way the chestnut pangare stallion knew where he'd been before arriving at exactly the spot he lay with his legs tucked under him beside his robust chest and belly. Munching his next mouthful, he turned his thick skull round to view that very trail. Swallowing, he tilted his head. He wondered where that trail lead back to. He should know, since it's where he came from, but he couldn't remember. Squinting his big brown eyes as if that would help him, he thought hard -- but drew a huge blank.

Oh well.. What did it matter, really, where he'd been. It only mattered where he was going. Only.. He couldn't remember that, either. With a huff, the brawny brute laid out fully on his side, looking up at the sky. The sun had yet to reach its peak, only having risen a few hours ago. How long had it been since he was home? Where was home? Did his parents worry? Did he even have parents anymore? These were questions that plagued his mind often, even if he forgot again a couple days later, which only led to them being re-pondered in his mind. Questions he wished he could remember the answer to. Such was simply his burden; his memory was awful. It was like it refreshed itself to a blank slate every few days. Sometimes he'd remember little things. Special things. Even small details of things that he had no other recollection of: a face, an image, a blur of events, a voice. Often, he hated himself for not remembering things. Why was it so hard? But after a time, he simply resigned to the way his brain worked. After all, if he lingered on these thoughts too long, attempting to delve deeper into his near-nonexistent memories, he got the worst sort of pain in his head that would start as a little pinch then grow into a twisting burn. Like just now. Jax clenched his eyes shut against the pain and when they opened again, a tear welled within each lower lid. Sometimes the pain got this bad, enough to make his eyes water. So, he stopped thinking for a time, laying there, letting his eyes drift over the clouds as they played slowly across the sky.

He sighed, unmoved when a rabbit found its way into the little clearing in the grass that was created by such a large body that belonged to Jaximus. He heard it there, smelled it even, but didn't look up. Just watched the clouds. The rabbit tucked itself down, beginning to clean its ears, and then Jax looked up, curiosity taking over. He watched it, while it watched him back even as it ran little tiny paws over those long ears. The two of them sat there like that for a time, just staring at one another. The giant of a stallion reached over to lip up another mouthful of grass and munched, then watched as the rabbit snatched up a blade or two for itself. Jax chuckled then, for no real reason, and the sudden sound had the rodent flinching, but it didn't run. With a smile on his face, the brute rocked back up onto his belly, but for whatever reason that had the critter scampering back into the grass. Ears pricked forward as he listened to its plump little body retreating into the bushes some short distance away. This slightly disappointed Jaximus, as he didn't truly desire to be alone. When was the last time he'd had company? When was the last time he'd even spoken a word in edgewise to anyone? The little pinching sensation started up again. He couldn't remember. With a melancholy sigh, the stallion rocked up to his feet before stretching out his large body and thick, long legs. Shaking off any debris he may have caught up from his resting place, his creamy mane flipped back and forth over his neck. His swished his mid-length tail, flicking at a burr that had caught in his flank. He itched all over as he was beginning to shed all the fuzz he'd grown from winter, and would be happy to find a tree, or perhaps someone to help groom him in a place over his back that he could never quite reach. Jax grunted at the unlikely-hood of that as he quickly surveyed the plains around him, but then began to head to the nearest tree. It would be a good some-odd-mile walk, but it would be worth it.

OOC: Sorta sucky ><
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A sudden desire to leave the desert had grown in her mind for a while now, and a few days ago she had put reality into those thoughts, and she had left the deserts that had been here home for all her life, and that she had rarely left. These vast plains never seemed to end, she had walked all day, and had yet to see the other end of it, and even though the grass was sweet and plentiful, and the water abundant, it felt as lonely as the desert,and that wasn't what she was here for. Of course, she was the shy type, so she wouldn't seek up every horse that she saw, but she was curious, and eager to make friends if she could just overcome that shy feeling she had for almost everyone she met.
Her coat had already lost the thick winter layers, as she lived in a much warmer place and had lived there until now, so her coat was a shiny dark bay, with an extensive part of her body white with flecks of dark bay and black, that reached down all four of her legs. Her delicate head was decorated with a blaze, and beautiful black eyes, her mane reached to the elbow of her front leg, and her tail was dragged a bit behind her on the ground. Her mother had often called her the Desert Spirit before she had passed away, just because she looked so delicate and eerie.

Walking to wards what seemed to be miles and miles of plains still, she was so caught up in her daydreaming, that she didn't see the big stallion to her left, walking to wards a tree that she was almost about to walk right past by. her thoughts were about everything, her reason to leave her home, why she was shy, what she would do if she actually met a horse. She didn't knew that she was just half a mile away from one right this moment.

While she was daydreaming like this, she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye, and she turned her head, without stopping. What she thought she had seen, was true, it was a big, light colored stallion, almost creamy in his colors. He was huge compared to her tiny frame, as she was a delicate hotblood. It made her eyes go big and it was close that she would drop her jaw, just in pure surprise. She had never seen such a big stallion, they were almost never seen in the Desert, probably because most of them couldn't handle the extreme heat or lack of water. So this was the first time she had seen one, so she was chocked, and suddenly felt extremely tiny. He could probably crush her without effort, a kick and something in her would be broken to pieces, she was sure of it. It wasn't just shyness that kept her from going towards him, it was the fact that she was afraid of him too. She had never imagined that a horse could be that big, all the stallions she had met had been her size, maybe a bit taller, but almost built the same. She was at a loss of words for this stallion.

[Xenan]

//Jaximus

His mind was carefully blank as he walked toward the tree that might serve to scratch his itch, head tucked inward enough that he could watch his ginormous front hooves as he took each steps. Every muscle in his body moved with the pretense of power, power that he generally didn't use for much. At least not that he could remember. He was pretty sure there had to have been something he had used it on, though. A vertical, jagged, long-healed scar ran from just next to where his jugular groove ended on the right side of his neck and down to breastplate, nearly dipping into the inner groove of his foreleg. Surely he had reacted to whatever had put that there, and surely he'd done more damage to it than it had to him. The wound had dug deep, he remembered that for all the pain it had kept him in for many days until it healed. He remembered thinking he would bleed to death. But he didn't remember what beast he'd fought. That part had happened too fast, and didn't matter enough in his mind to keep with the few other memories that didn't connect well enough for him to understand fully anymore. He remembered falling, a face, a voice. Nothing else.

Suddenly, a spot on his right hip itched like crazy enough for him to snap out of his thoughts and he had to stop walking to reach back and scratch it. It was just almost out of reach, and he stepped in a few tight circles to keep himself balanced while he fully extended his burly neck to scratch. When finally the itch had passed, Jax set to spitting out loose fur that had caught in his mouth and straightened himself back up. Looking around he no longer could remember where he was supposed to be headed, but then all was forgotten when he spotted a horse in the near distance. A stunning one at that! Their coat was dark bay, but heavily blanketed with white and decorated with bare spots on the white coat. He lifted his nose to take deep whiffs of the air, trying to catch the other's scent, but he was a bit far off. Still, he might be a daft draft, but he was smart -- albeit slow -- enough to conclude that the horse's body defined it as a hotblooded female. There was no mistaking it now, and boy was she beautiful! In fact, Jax would even go far enough to say she was the most beautiful mare he'd ever seen. Well, that he could remember. But surely if he had seen a more beautiful girl, he would have been able to remember her... right? He suddenly wondered if she wouldn't mind helping him scratch his back. Anxious to meet her, he started walking again in his lumbering way, face open and mellow and always kind. Looking at him, it was hard to think that anyone would think him mean or scary, but as he drew nearer to the mare, he noticed her getting bigger but smaller at the same time. Bigger because he was getting closer, but smaller because there was no way her frame could match up to his. But, Jax thought, that wasn't a bad thing. He liked the way her colors contrasted over a delicate and elegant form, her nose dished and her head small. Even her hooves were small and dainty, especially compared to his own.

All the same, he approached her with a growing smile, creamy-colored tail swishing every so often. He nickered a greeting to her, his head dipping low for a moment before returning to its normal height. "Miss?" His voice was deep, the baritone like that of a drum sounding more like it came from his chest rather than his mouth. He stopped when he was a few feet away from her, standing next to a tree. "Can.." He paused to lean against the trunk of the tree, his body causing it to tremble but not come anywhere close to breaking, and slowly began to rub his left side against the bark. "Can you help me?" He could never reach his back, and wasn't ready to get into rolling around unless she refused. So he waited, meanwhile he scratched loose quite a bit of fur off against the tree.

OOC: lol, big lug.
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