A foul mood I'm strolling through the Fields. My head is pounding, my heart is aching. My meeting with Midas didn't go as planned and though I found my love Africa, I left without her and with a shattered heart. I don't know if she is going to come back to me, and I don't know if she still loves me. If she ever loved me. The Heavenly Fields isn't exactly the first place I'd go to mope but here I am. Stomping through the ground, hooves digging into the turf with no care for the green life that I stomp out. My nostrils flare and my eyes could burn a hole in anything that I stare at. Were it not for my quest I would stomp the amulet to pieces as it lies on the ground. But instead, I leave it hanging around my neck, jangling softly against my chest. The amulet from her. Before me I spy a target for my rage. A little filly in the clearing, lying down to rest I presume. I hesitate. Through my life I've noticed I have a tender spot for lonely foals, and this one doesn't have a mother or father in sight. Perhaps I should leave now and prevent this little one from drowning in my rage. But my better nature doesn't listen, and I walk forward with purpose, stopping not far away. I drop my head down to her level and eye her. "And how long have you been here by yourself?" I narrow my eyes suspiciously, as if expecting her to be up to no good. My foul mood allows for no innocence. "talk" OOC: Sorry, I have no muse so this post is all over the place. Also, could you use a slightly bigger table/font? I had to copy/paste this one to Word so I could read it. |
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*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.