Choices, choices

[Amut]

Amut.
Choices, choices.

The light. Calming, tranquil, peaceful. It wouldn’t be hard to relax in the company of those who took it easy and enjoyed the serenity of avoiding bloodshed. However, the dark. Sinister, pleasurable, deceiving. It wouldn’t be so bad to bask in the cooling and crisp aura darkness held and be around those who weren’t afraid to fall from grace. Then again there was the neutral. Both worlds come together in the gray area… didn’t it?

And yet, they all had flaws.
The light was too afraid of getting dirty. The dark, so caught up in their depressing thoughts to enjoy much. And the neutral, too scared of upsetting the balance, too into keeping order. Did they not know the chaos was more exciting? Apparently not.

None suited him… he enjoyed both worlds too much to be restricted to one or another, so perhaps… his Nomadic status was the wisest of all? Considering what he wanted? But… considering what he needed… True, it was easy to break down the needs of survival, and for the most part in the Desert if you didn’t go looking for a fight, you wouldn’t get in one… and he had all he needed beside the Nile… And with being a Nomad he wouldn’t have any real boundaries…

You know, last he recalled he heard a fellow nomad chatting on to his companion about the ‘Gods’ that had taken over the broad range of Egypt… Not that he bought it overly so. Anubis, Set, Horus. Egyptian names of Egyptian Gods but not necessarily nothing more…
And yet the conviction the fool had, was it not disturbing? Testament to the manipulation the three horses were capable of, no less…

Brown eyes surveyed the water, hooves mowing over the 'lush' grass as his lips disturbed the water. Acute ears turning as his eyes remained steady on the water. Yes, he heard the story of the crocodiles. Yes, he wasn't about to take any chances. Having met many peculiar predators among his travels he found it wise to simply avoid anything that could get you killed. Curiosity was a killer…

And so his neck arched, his eyes and ears attentive as well as his ‘inner’ sense. Taking his fill before he moved away from the waters edge and nibbled at the scorched grass. Which tasted like crap but… beggars can’t be choosers, can they?
… Well… the could but they really wouldn’t get that far, ‘less they were thieves… But then again they wouldn’t really be choosers, anyway, the would be ‘takers’… hmm…

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