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07-17-2014, 10:58 AM
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She. Was. Here. Here. In this wretchedly overgrown mosh pit of pathetic whiny creatures begging others to give them a home in which they didn't deserve. I wondered momentarily if the self-righteous mare had begged another for a home, I wondered if she had caused as much havoc on their lives as she had mine and my father's. Regardless, I didn't believe it would be hard to find the creature who went by the name of Snö. It had been easy enough following her here into these strange lands that seemed to have just the one entrance. Pieces of hair caught and snagged by branches and briers had been just enough that I knew she was here. Of course tracking her in this thick growth was much harder than it had been outside of these lands, and getting away from my father had been even easier. The fool slept like a rock, and if he stayed put for more than a day I was certain he would be slaughtered in his sleep by one of the many enemies he had made in his lifetime. Dark tipped harks swiveled as I attempted to gather an idea as to where exactly my target was. My sooty paper thins flared as I sucked in deep breath after deep breath in efforts to catch the varnish mare's perfume once more, but instead of her sweet scent I was met only by a barrage of other creatures. Creatures that I had no desire to run into or even be near. But at the moment, I was at a stand still. There was nowhere to go as of yet. I couldn't let her get away. Not this time. So rather I accepted defeat for the moment being as my hooves ceased moving forwards and my harks returned to their natural turned back setting. I wasn't here to make friends with the Natives of this strange sounding land, everything vibrated with the sound of others speaking. Laughter, happiness, and in some places even the depression of rejection all assaulted each and every one of my senses that were heightened by years of training and conditioning. But none of them even resembled the varnished mare that I had been hunting, but maybe one of them would know who she was and lead me to her. A plan began formulating in my mind over how I would convince a stranger to lead another stranger to someone who could possibly mean a lot to them. Maybe I would play the role of a lover, or a brother who just desperately wanted to get in touch with the havoc causing mare. Or better yet, I was one of her loving followers who believed her to be a martyr because of the released rats she had let go from my father's lab. Either way, I would find the mare and make her pay for all the pain and suffering she had caused. But this time, it would be at my own hand rather than my father's. "Speech" Tag;; @[] Words;; 504 Notes;; Marked as Basin as that is where he will be going, but feel free to reply if you would like to meet him. I'm also sorry it's utter shit, trying to get into his character is going to be interesting |
