Beating the Bush

[OPEN] Beating the Bush

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01-03-2014, 02:16 PM

Tatum sighed as she stumbled through the woods, clearly deep in thought. The mare was dumbfounded to how she got here. She knew she made the decision of being part of the Asylum, which even the fact that she thought of joining the group should tell you something about her, but something was unfamiliarly off. She has never been so quiet, even when she was by herself, and even when she does talk she gets angry amazingly easily. On top of it all she felt like she was different. Not just because of the fact that she is the only equine that is missing a horn or a pair of wings, Tatum feels emotionally disconnected from everyone. 'Hey I could get some pointers on how to be a drug addict from Oxy,' she thought dully to herself. Like she would ever stoop so low as to do that.

The mare winced as a thorn consumed vine stuck her side; a foolish consequence for her distracted state. before this she tried dozing off but frankly after a few minutes of trying she officially eliminated any thoughts of sleeping and started roaming around senselessly, hence her present state. She pricked her ears as she heard a twig snap behind her but made no move to see who it is. Tatum honestly didn't care if the horse was a murderous psychopath, she was thinking and didn't want to be bothered. A simple explanation to her actions of course but the mare was in a way simple minded or the way she describes it is she chooses not to take time to think through her actions. She snorted, waiting for the other equine to speak.

"talk talk talk talk "

For the gateway to understanding is in the darkness within...