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01-13-2015, 02:14 PM
Scarecrow It was becoming increasingly obvious that if he wanted peace, the beach was becoming the most frequented place ever. Spice had approached him last time, and now he watched quietly from the rocks as a purple winged came barreling towards the sand. He was young, like, really really young. It was no doubt that he had parents here somewhere. Glancing around, still stationed behind the rocks, he noticed no doting mother or father within view. Did they trust the Throat this much to let children go running amuck? Crinkling his nose, but ever intrigued, he got to his feet, shaking the sand from his growing body. The boy was frolicking about, and suddenly he collapsed. Cerin blinked a few times, snorting in amusement as he was flinging sand everywhere. Hey, Cerin liked sand, but no where near that much. It was uncomfortable and rubbed the skin raw if you didn't cleanse yourself of it every so often. The scarecrow then bounded forward, hopping over the few seaside boulders that separated him from the sandy beach. A smile settled upon his face, as he rushed over, hoping to scare the foal from his seemingly uncaring attitude. Hey, Cerin hated socializing, usually, but scaring horses definitely had it's amusements. Hoping the child had not run off, Cerin snorted to get his attention, raising his head ever so slightly to look down at him like a dominate sibling. The pale child was far from dominate, but sometimes it was nice to pretend that he had some power. The facade however only lasted a few moments before it melted back into his usual, hunched over, submissive appearance. Cerin after all would like to expand his friend list, even if that meant friending those much younger than him. That was when he realized... Quickly he looked about for another sign of the colts parents. Would they come after him for attempting an innocent prank? Fear seized his eyes as he looked to the child as if to cry for help. He could only hope that in the shadows there was not a protective parent lurking. these words are all we have |
