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06-23-2014, 10:29 AM
Midas take away the pain inflicted on me, the hunger you're letting me feed It was my day off from patrolling, and it was a glorious morning, the birds were singing, the crickets chirping—and I had been snoring. IF you believed a certain firebird that was keenly pointing out the horrific nasal sounds I’d been making, whilst she bombarded and raped my senses from the ignorant bliss I’d been residing in only moments before. “Ye’s NOISE woke me!” The word woke roared inside my cerebrum, bounced from one lobe and boomeranged back into gray brain matter. Lids silted open, annoyance colored every aspect of my frown and voice, “Could ye be any louder?” She hissed like a serpent, flicking her beak apart, “I could ask thee the SAME!” I flinched visibly, already feeling the beginning of a headache starting to form; the sun had been up for hardly an hour and already I’d had enough of this shouting. For the love of Earth. Tail jerked sideways, slapping against my flank as one agitated forehoof rose to stamp the ground with a gold shaped print, “Go elsewhere then,” I snapped, clicking yellowish ivories together. Body shifted, angling away from our sleeping spot. “Gladly!” she screeched and took off for the sky. A deep sigh whelped and I released it, the silence that fell was peaceful. Slowly I edged back under the canopy of our gangly oak, stretching neck toward the ground in an attempt to catch a few more winks of uninterrupted rest. I found after a few tries that the forest wasn’t so nearly quiet and dark as I would have liked. |
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