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10-29-2013, 06:46 PM
Wandering. It was all she had done now for as long as she could remember. The ghostly figure stalked through these new lands, ears lazily flopped backwards causing her to look irritated and unapproachable. Fallyn didn't care, she was perfectly content standing alone for the rest of her life. Hell, she was fine dying alone. The company of others meant nothing to her, she'd been on her own her whole life anyway. Finally, growing tired of walking, she stopped and shifted her weight off her hindquarters, standing at an awkward tilt. Everything about her screamed she didn't want company, yet somewhere, deep down, her icy blue eyes showed a plea for a companion.
Fallyn was not entirely sure why she was here. Another knew start, she supposed. Her speciality was moving around aimlessly, never settling down and never staying long enough to call a place 'home.' She knew this place would probably be no different. Others rarely held her attention and even when they did, they could never handle her constant mood swings and undependable nature. She understood. Hell, if she were an outside observer she doubted she'd be able to put up with herself either. But she wasn't. She was a ghostly white mare with bold black points and an unruly mane, standing alone, as usual, with nothing better to do. She was empty, lonely, and utterly clueless how to ever change it. And so she waited, more than likely for nothing. But she waited nonetheless. Perhaps, this time, things would be different.
