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12-20-2013, 05:31 PM
satanic silk |
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Silk continued wandering through the forest. He'd been here before, and met a pretty thing named Ghost. Now he was alone again and still exploring. He liked the darkness, and as the sun set in the sky, he felt his spirits lift. The moon and stars were coming out, and the light of the day was fading. There was a deep, satisfied purr that rumbled out through his chest, and the feathers in his mane ruffled. The branches of the forest tried to grab him as he padded through the dirt floor. He brushed past them, not minding as they left soft scratches in his skin. The gentle pain was a reminder of being alive - of feeling. One, however, remained steadfastly in his way, and with an easy snap of his teeth, he broke the tender branch. It fell in front of him, and he stepped on it firmly, breaking it with a loud snap. His attention immediately redirected from the branch to a living, breathing creature in the brush in front of him. He moved forward, and saw a small filly standing there in a clearing. A small, unicorn filly stood in front of him, a little rose in her mane with spots over her small dark body. It was the first time in awhile he had encountered any young equine. His first instinct was to push her over, but he held back this impulse. Everyone he had met so far had been very into these.. manners.. and he wondered if he could learn them, and if so, whether it was worth it. A small part of him thought it was a little unfair to bully the filly. She had a pointy horn, sure, but he was big, impressive, and had wings that could take him out of harm's way. Instead of any physical introduction, he stood halfway exposed in the clearing and parted his velvet lips. What brings you here alone, little foal? |
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Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.
