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06-15-2012, 02:49 PM
Dark orbs took in the site of rocky mountains, hidden by thick cloud cover and concealing the thick, green forest. It held a mystery about itself with the almost eerie quiet of the land. The chirping of birds could be heard but not seen, no small animals scurried through the lands. Was there something about his presence that startled the wildlife of the region? Was it his face? The jagged cuts that marred his face and nearly blinded him in his left eye, the vision in that eye blurry but not totally gone. He twitched his lips, feeling the scars pull with his skin. Said scars etched down his face, a few on his neck but they thickened in on his chest and laced backward on his shoulders and finally ending on his barrel and a few strayed down to his forelegs. Yes, that was probably it. They saw the scars and thought he ment to harm them. He smiled ruefully and shook his concave, moving forward on the rocky grasses.
His trot was lifted and high-kneed, showing his breeding in a beautiful way. He lifted his tag and his skull with it, his chocolate colored orbs a light with momentary joy of freedom, of being alive. But he knew he would fall from this high as soon as he stopped his trot. He loved this small sense of freedom though and he did it as many times as he could. He flared his pink nostrils and moved into a gallop them, bucking out in his youthful playfullness. He may be mature in mind but he loved to act a bit childish at times, it refreshed his muddled thoughts. A nicker burst from his kissers and he came to a stop right before the forest, his dark forelock falling over his orbs as he searched the area. This region was owned by another, someone had claimed it. He snorted, contemplating his options.
He could ask to join this region. It would give him benefits. Protection and a home. A place he could finally be at peace. He wasn't good at making friends, so this would be a good chance to do that. He snorted, yeah right, he would never have true friends. He didn't look like the others. Therefore he wouldn't be treated the same. That was how the world worked. He smirked at himself, his cold heart chilling his high thoughts and he steeled himself but kept his face kind. Like his mother thought him to.
He nickered aloud, his twin towers flickering here and there, moving about his poll, listening for any others. Surely someone heard him?
His trot was lifted and high-kneed, showing his breeding in a beautiful way. He lifted his tag and his skull with it, his chocolate colored orbs a light with momentary joy of freedom, of being alive. But he knew he would fall from this high as soon as he stopped his trot. He loved this small sense of freedom though and he did it as many times as he could. He flared his pink nostrils and moved into a gallop them, bucking out in his youthful playfullness. He may be mature in mind but he loved to act a bit childish at times, it refreshed his muddled thoughts. A nicker burst from his kissers and he came to a stop right before the forest, his dark forelock falling over his orbs as he searched the area. This region was owned by another, someone had claimed it. He snorted, contemplating his options.
He could ask to join this region. It would give him benefits. Protection and a home. A place he could finally be at peace. He wasn't good at making friends, so this would be a good chance to do that. He snorted, yeah right, he would never have true friends. He didn't look like the others. Therefore he wouldn't be treated the same. That was how the world worked. He smirked at himself, his cold heart chilling his high thoughts and he steeled himself but kept his face kind. Like his mother thought him to.
He nickered aloud, his twin towers flickering here and there, moving about his poll, listening for any others. Surely someone heard him?
