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06-16-2014, 06:27 PM
The gold clasps at the tips of his mane and tail chimed to some mismatched melody. His coat normally black in the shade hinted brown as the sunlight glared down from between the tree leaves. The knives upon his head glimmered dangerously, which made them good poking sticks if he got caught in a jam. His steps became a little sloppy as he grew tired of this trek. I guess he realized what the others meant when they said it was the 'World's Edge'. His mind wandered back to his homeland and he was almost tempted to turn around and find his way back. Perhaps tomorrow he would, or the next day... maybe. His eyes did not wander towards the white mare nor did he feel like exchanging words very much, if she wanted to speak to him she would surely say something. It must have been getting late, or was it still early? He didn't know, time had long disappeared along with his motivation. The scar along his right eye ached a little and it always hurt when he was tired or worried. Or both. In this case it was probably both. 'How much longer is this going to take?' he eagerly wanted to ask but his lips did not open for him. Besides, if he spoke now he would probably end up having to speak more which he honestly didn't feel like doing. He assumed he would have to greet and introduce himself to a bunch of herd members as soon as he stepped into their territory. Perhaps he should start rehearsing what to say? But what was there to rehearse? A simple 'hello, my name is Blightghast' would probably suffice. words 286 tags @[Brisa] ooc anyone can jump in I would just prefer if Brisa replied first~ |
