.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
09-25-2012, 07:32 PM
Tingal turned his head to see a horse with wings. Large wings. He was quite intrigued by the horses appearance. His nose twitched, watching the winged horse. He hadn't been familiar with winged horses. In fact, he hadn't seen a horse in ages. He reached his neck out slightly, sniffing the horse, but Tingal dared not to speak, for his large canines might scare the horse. Instead, Tingal bowed his head in greeting, his eyes remained on the earth beneath his hooves. He swished his tail, hitting falling leaves. Tingal had his ears perked forward, his eyes set on the noble horse. This horse was not, different. No whiskers, no scales, no mutations, other than the wings. Tingal marveled at the wings, then realized it might look weird, so he looked at the horses face, and gathered the courage to speak."I am Tingal. What is yours?"Tingal forced himself not to speak in his native language, and he tried to keep his teeth hidden. His muscles rippled under his coat.
Word Count:171
Word Count:171
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
![[Image: 2jewqqh.jpg]](http://oi46.tinypic.com/2jewqqh.jpg)
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
