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01-22-2014, 01:43 PM
Something had changed with Windwalker. It was not only visible when it came to his missing wings, but the whole stallion had changed. His gaze did not betray his feelings or the insecurity that had ruled his life for so long. Even his strides were longer and more elegant. It hurt though, the tips of his stumped wings. Only a few feathers remained on each side, but those on his left side, still shone white and angelic. He kept them, as a reminder that he would never let anyone destroy his life again, not even himself. A smile appeared on his lips every time a horse glanced at him and he returned it, filling it with warmth. The pride that had filled him when he realized what he had done to himself, still clung to his heart, demanding to stay. It did not sway as chatter filled his ears, emerging from the sea of horses. He could not see Africa, but he knew she must be here. For a second he wondered if he wanted to search for her, but that thought died fast. She could be out looking for the Silk-dude and he would not be caught in a drama. Or worse, get infected. No, he would stay here, at the outskirt of the gathered souls and just enjoy the moment. The way wounds work, is that they take a damn long time to heal. And even if they got a crust, they hurt like hell if it came in contact with something. That kind of pain he felt sharply as a horse got too close and brushed against the sensitive skin. If this had happened two days ago, he would have let it pass or got out of the way, without showing how it pained him. But not this day. The moment the wound opened, he trew out his head, mouth open and ears pinned back, ready to bite. He missed the other horse's neck with a few inches. As he retracted his head, the fury he felt, clouded his mind, making it impossible to recognize who he had tried to bite. "Watch where you are going, fuckhead!" OOC: Anyone welcome! Tags: @[Africa] (If you want to) :) Walking "Talking" Windwalker |
