The dry, cracking ground of the Heart crumbles beneath your hooves as you stalk the land. For once, you do not sway, your mind only just touched by the effects of your drugs. You have forced yourself to become almost sober today, to clear your mind so that you might think. You have struggled so long under the reign of the glass horn and her lesbian lover, and now the additional burden of the golden asshole with wings, and you don't really understand why. At first it was because you thought you were getting somewhere. You thought maybe you were proving your point and that you were actually showing them that you were worthy of the power you so desire. Now, though... Now you don't really understand what is keeping you there. You have been shown nothing but disrespect, given nothing but looks of disgust and had no ounce of responsibility set upon your shoulders.

So today, you have given yourself time to be drug free, to wander the land and just to think, to try and formulate a plan, to try and figure out what it is you want to do with yourself. But the more you walk, the more you try to think, the more you ponder and wonder and plot and imagine and dream... the more you send your thoughts into a murky black hole with no escape. You cannot see the plan laid out before you, you cannot know what you are supposed to do. So instead of dealing with your troubles, trying to find somebody to talk to it about, you just scream. You stomp your hoof and you scream, the sun high overhead seemingly the only thing that can hear you, but you know somebody will come. They always come. And when they do...

You will be ready for the fight. You begin to trot in order to warm up your muscles, leaving your leather bag in place on your shoulder. It kills you to leave it there as a short of protective measure, but the old injury that Colt gave to your shoulder is a chronic trouble to you in battles. You do not know if the padding of the leather bag will help or not, but it surely can't hurt. You, at least. It will definitely hurt the plants you keep stored in there. But hey, what is one more trip to the ocean to gather more plants? It won't be the first or the last time you go there.

Post| 0/3, OOC Teaching Spar
Setting| As described
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