(closed) This is where I found you...

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15'2 :: 5 Buff: NOVICE

Adoptable

11-02-2013, 02:12 AM

I don’t understand my behavior
This knife is my savior
My only wish is to be heard
I just don’t care anymore
One day I’ll settle the score with myself

I find myself in an unusually good mood. The thickness of the trees canopy shelters me from the heat many others have to endure out on their own. I pity my ‘family’ back at the marsh, only the gods know how hot it is over there. That place could never be home to me. The Asylum has become a nuisance in my mind, but I stay because it hasn’t been long enough for me to decide. Nothing major has happened, so of course I find life there to be mundane and cumbersome. Part of me regrets ever agreeing to that harlequin’s invitation, but I still have to give the place a chance. In the end, I may find the place to be of great use to me.
“Why am I dampening my mood with negative thoughts?” I ask myself softly, “It is not often I find myself feeling, well, positive.” My mind is a dark place that is often filled with thoughts of sins, blood, and shadow. Many would find my mind a sort of hell, I know I do. Deeply rooted in my mind are the images of torment and death. At times I wish I could escape it, and this happens to be one of those times, because I know I’ll never be truly be happy. “Happiness is for the ignorant, I may as well enjoy what positive moods I get.”

A noise strikes my ears. Typically I am not the type to wander over to strangers, but I am curious. Each inhabitant I’ve met in this forest has always led to a most bizarre encounter. Silently, I follow from where I believe the sound came from. It doesn’t take me too long to find a mare. Confusion is the first reaction I have to her appearance. She is a one-winged, one of the sky that cannot fly. What a pitiful sight, but she doesn't seem to be particularly bothered by her lack of a wing. Is she a mutant perhaps? Wait, is it even possible for the sky ones to be born with only one wing? Oh that doesn't matter to me.

I notice a bird with her. What in the world? Does this mare really have some kind of birdie friend, like some heroine out of some child's fairy tale? Out of nowhere I hear myself giving out a chuckle, but it’s loud enough that she will probably be able to hear. “Damn it,” I murmur to myself as I watch the mare. Delightful, the last thing I need is a mare thinking I plan to attack her, and I wouldn’t blame her for thinking that, especially with my appearance, typically the scar got the girls running away.

Hope you don’t mind him joining.

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