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Voodoo
and it comes to be like the soothing light
at the end of your tunnel The stagnant, recycled air filters through one more pair of lungs as you breath silently, your heart rate keeping a steady rhythm for the time being. The pause had kept you on edge, but now that this Dragomir has spoken of the Basin just as many others have, you can feel your heart sink. Really, you never met any of the lunatics that have given the frozen valley it's horrifying background.. but then again, you had only held an actual conversation with a few of your herd members when you were there.. Mauja had been the one that you could actually remember by both face and name. How pathetic we moan, rolling our dry eyes at your sad social standing. "It's not what everyone thinks.. I think. But the Throat is.." Your voice trails off after the first brief pause in words, ears flickering forward, the bay keeps soft features on his face. "The Throat is great." You're not sure how to respond to that, as you hadn't ever really had any one-on-one time with anyone from the Throat. Africa was the only soul that you truly even knew the name of.. besides Midas, but you had met him once, and briefly. You don't belong in either. No one really wants you no matter what we hiss, trailing our hot, broken finger nails across the bed of your skull. At last, you feel some form of relief when Dragomir turns the conversation from your whereabouts to the faintly glowing walls before the two of us. He had been watching them, reading them when you had stumbled in here, and you had interrupted him. "I think they're silent words." He begins to explain, and your never-ending gaze rises to the art. Fingers like ours' had to have created these animated words, as there is no way that ancient equines could have worked them into the walls. "Silent words?" You repeat, suddenly awestruck by the graffiti. Curiously, you take slow steps toward the wall, pulling up to what would be Dragomir's left side -unless he had moved- quietly, red ears perched forward as your glossy eyes search the stone. Text here "Chat here." Voices here Tagged: @[Dragomir] Ooc: I'm sorry about the long waits for these replies. :( like a freight train coming your way
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EVERYTHING YOU'RE RUNNING AWAY FROM
IS IN YOUR HEAD
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Please tag him in every post!
IS IN YOUR HEAD
Please tag him in every post!
