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03-10-2014, 10:12 PM
I see him very quickly.
As I trudge through the woods, I try to find the pool. The pool is mysterious, with crimson stones lining the bed of the watery grave. This is where I met the spotted stallion; the iron clad. Now, I get to meet another horse, one of stranger coloring in my eyes. He is of grulla coloring with red on his muzzle. Has he just murdered a horse? It looks as if that is the case with his maw all crimson like that. Whether or not that is true, he is an attractive horse... to some degree. I am not very picky, as long as they have a personality that works well with mine.
Awkwardly, I catch myself thinking about... the wraith and me doing that. Then I realize how stupid it was of me to allow him to take advantage of me. I could blame the fact that I was a wraith, but what problems will that solve? So, I just take the punishment of embarrassment and the horrifying thoughts of my friends finding out about this. Would they even care? I do not have many friends. I always push away my close friends in one way or another. I do not mean to, but it happens. I pushed Africa away very easily. I haven't seen Aly for a long time and I worry that she will not remember me as the girl who did not know how to fly, but as the child who couldn't be bothered to even try.
I do try, but I fail sometimes.
When I flew with Gaucho to the Veins of the Gods, my landing was horrific, but I tried. Because of me trying, I am a more advanced flier. Now, I know there are probably horses 20x better at flying than little me, but that is fine because I still try.
I halt near the stallion, facing his ass. For him to easily talk to me, he'd probably have to turn around. "Hello. I am Aurelia." I smile softly and my sweet personality takes over. There is no wraithness left in me anymore. I have been cleansed by the waters in the cave...
The imprisoning cave.
ooc:; sorry for the wait, love!
As I trudge through the woods, I try to find the pool. The pool is mysterious, with crimson stones lining the bed of the watery grave. This is where I met the spotted stallion; the iron clad. Now, I get to meet another horse, one of stranger coloring in my eyes. He is of grulla coloring with red on his muzzle. Has he just murdered a horse? It looks as if that is the case with his maw all crimson like that. Whether or not that is true, he is an attractive horse... to some degree. I am not very picky, as long as they have a personality that works well with mine.
Awkwardly, I catch myself thinking about... the wraith and me doing that. Then I realize how stupid it was of me to allow him to take advantage of me. I could blame the fact that I was a wraith, but what problems will that solve? So, I just take the punishment of embarrassment and the horrifying thoughts of my friends finding out about this. Would they even care? I do not have many friends. I always push away my close friends in one way or another. I do not mean to, but it happens. I pushed Africa away very easily. I haven't seen Aly for a long time and I worry that she will not remember me as the girl who did not know how to fly, but as the child who couldn't be bothered to even try.
I do try, but I fail sometimes.
When I flew with Gaucho to the Veins of the Gods, my landing was horrific, but I tried. Because of me trying, I am a more advanced flier. Now, I know there are probably horses 20x better at flying than little me, but that is fine because I still try.
I halt near the stallion, facing his ass. For him to easily talk to me, he'd probably have to turn around. "Hello. I am Aurelia." I smile softly and my sweet personality takes over. There is no wraithness left in me anymore. I have been cleansed by the waters in the cave...
The imprisoning cave.
ooc:; sorry for the wait, love!
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