Post by Kcx on Jun 10, 2009 22:12:52 GMT -5
It's Something Unpredictable
But In The End It Right
[/color]Nostrols flared wildly as the stallion searched wildly with his dark blue eyes. His hooves beat lightly as he roamed the grasslands around him. The sky was only halfly filled with clouds today, the sun's rays beating down on the larg stag's black coat only every so often. But strangly, enough to keep him warm as he walked along silently, wondering aimlessly through these forsaken hills. Only a few, though. Yes, this place entertained him in a heart beat. He didn't know why, though. Nothing entertained them that often enough to suprise him, even by a little. Even by enough to even know that he was just a tad bit suprised that he was suprised. But strangely, now, he was suprised.
He snorted slightly, his long, black tail lashing out at the flies that decided to gather while he went along. He was practicly prancing as he walked, but not enough to let anyone know he was doing this. Yes, this place actualy entertained him. Another rare item to put on the list as he walked along gracfully. Most would call him stuck up as he thought these strange thoughts, but he knew he could say other wise. Yes, he was much diffrent from being stuck up than anyone else around him. Yes, if anyone were him, they'd know better. But frankly, there was only one of him, and one of everyone else, so anyone could judge him and look down upon him as if he were a peice of ragged top dirt.
He really didn't care what others said about him. He simply ignored it. They never did a can-did thing about it. And as he reached the Ocean with pride, he knew what he could do here now. Yes, he had finally found somewhere to stay. Traveling was starting to ignore him, and quite frankly, he could have mares do what he told them to do. Slaves, too, maybe. He wasn't a dark shadow, oh no. He wasn't one of those high-class light leaders, either. Hell no. He'd rather die than be either. He was almost a mix of both, as most equines had put it. And he tended to agree with that, strangely. Of course his father was of the dark variety, and his mother, of the light. He puffed air lightly through his nostrols as he thought, and for once, he was glad. He reared upon his mighty hind legs, lashing out his front hooves as he gave a roar of claimange.
This was his home, and like fuck was anyone going to take it away from his now.
I Hope You Have The
Time Of Your Life
[/b][/center][/color][/size][/font]Time Of Your Life
