Dusty

Dusty, the Longing

REGULAR / MAYBE WESTERN

BISEXUAL — SINGLE

MAYBE OPEN FOR OOC BREEDINGS

• just a tired guy (tm), who's stuck a little too much in the past
• very heavily inspired by songs like "No Surrender" and "Seasons in the Sun"
• lives in an old, rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere
• is a little too lonely and a little too stuck in the past
• clings to what is lost
• just needs someone to hold him again

Do you remember when the summer was still young? I remember. I never forgot. When the tall yellow grass tickled our feet, and we were chasing fish down the stream. When the sun made us thirsty but the ripe orange trees offered us refresh. I can still see us sitting in their shade, eating their fruit. I can still taste it on my tongue. We were watching the clouds and the birds fly by, wondering where they were heading at. I remember it as clear as if it had been only yesterday. We were young and we dreamed of travelling the world.

I still remember when we rolled in the dirt, laughing silly, and when we got hit by a thunderstorm. When we arrived home, drenched, but happy, and mother awaited us with her blackberry pie and fresh lemonade. I swear I can still see the stains in my fur.

We had that small house at the end of the town, do you remember? We had chickens in the yard, and a cat with kittens. Father was a shepherd, stern but kind. He let his dog watch over us while we were playing in the pond. You were scared of the toads, I of the bees. We bonded with the lambs and the horses, learned how to ride. The smell of sunshine and leather oil. Grandmother weaving.

Do you remember those youthful summer days? I do. And I remember the nights just as well. When we were hunting down fireflies, astonished by their magic. Grandfather would tell stories in the dark, around the campfire. About monsters in the woods. He showed us how to make bread on a stick and corn on the cob. The taste of butter and salt still lingers on my lips.

I carry these memories everywhere.